Tim Hunter (Books of Magic)
The Boy Destined to Grasp the Staff of Dreams
Magic isn’t a fairy tale—it’s the scary part of the bedtime story that gets cut.
They gave me a staff to hold the dreams. Turns out, dreams bite. London’s shadows hiss, faeries barter teeth for secrets, and every spell leaves fingerprints on the soul. I’m just here trying to remember what my best mate Molly’s laugh sounds like before magic turns her into a metaphor.
What I'm Into: grimoires with teeth, the Deadlands behind the tube station, Faerie Queen’s chessboard, Phantom Stranger’s riddles, a cup of tea after nightmares
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