Yays! This was such an unexpected surprise. I didn’t think they counted novels. Thank you, guys! Here is a celebratory snippet.
“Danger is our middle name,” Grandma Frida said.
Mom stopped what she was doing and looked at Grandma Frida.
“What?” Grandma Frida shrugged. “It’s been too quiet around here. I’m ready for some action.”
“The last time you got some action, you drove Romeo through a Storm mage’s compound, while Nevada rode shotgun and fired a grenade launcher at the giant animated constructs chasing you,” Mom said. “Your tank needed to be rebuilt from the tracks up, and you had three broken ribs and a gash on your head that needed thirty stitches.”
“Don’t you worry about me getting action, Penelope.” Grandma Frida grabbed a handful of her platinum curls and pulled them back, exposing the edge of a scar. “It adds character.” She paused. “And an air of mystery. A woman can always use more mystery.”
“God help me,” Mom said.