The Many Worlds of K. A. Webb

Ava never would have known she had magic if it hadn’t been for the jack o’ lantern. At first it had seemed totally normal. She, along with her sisters, had made a jack o’ lantern every year since their mum had disappeared, almost hoping that one of them would guide her back to them. Unfortunately it hadn’t happened yet, and she’d been gone for seven years, so it seemed unlikely she would ever return, but that never stopped them. The year the fae arrived they did the same thing they always did. It had taken them some time to find the perfect pumpkins, because that was one of the most important parts. Each of them had a different idea of what made the perfect pumpkin: Ava’s always had to be the right shade of orange; Fallon’s had to be the right size; and Mabyn’s had to feel just right. She dreaded to think what other people thought of them when they watched them paying so much attention to picking out the right pumpkin.

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There was something about how real the village felt that made it hard for Layla to believe she was dreaming, but that was the logical explanation. Yet, as she walked down the main street, the smells, the noises, the sensation of people brushing past her, made it feel as though she was actually there. None of her dreams before had been so full of sensation. The skirt she was wearing rubbed against her legs. The breeze that blew past her was full of scents she didn’t recognise. One of the woman who brushed past her had strands of hair that stroked over Layla’s shoulder. It was all too much for her to accept it was a dream, but there was no reason for it to be anything other than a dream. She remembered going to bed, and the sensation of slowly dozing off, before the found herself standing in the middle of what could only be a medieval village. Obviously she’d been watching too much of something.

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