“Well then, I leave the boy in your capable hands, dear Aeth,” said Innu bowing. Cyril’s jaw dropped. “But Innu, I—“ “Toodeloo,” Innu said, waving. He hurried outside before the prince had a chance to object further. No wonder he’s worried. You left him with a rot Ponticusan! “Watch what you say, good spirit,” Innu... Continue Reading →