The boy turned to face Hanan. He lifted one hand and let the light play on his fingers. Not light, a thread. A single golden thread, drifting like a cobweb, strong as steel. It blossomed from his chest, right above his heart. Hanan realised with a start that the thread ended in his own chest.
The boy smiled a Hanan, his face full of wonder.
You and I, he said.
"Shows that even in the darkest of despair, there is always a thread of hope to be found" Helen Corcoran, author of Queen Of Coin and Whispers.
