“How will I know it’s over?” Marika fretted. “You will,” Jurena assured. A month older, she was already Bronzed. “But …” “But nothing …” Jurena lowered the edge of the tent and stole away. She wasn’t supposed to be anywhere near Marika. Especially not tonight. Marika listened to the silence. She shivered and tried … Continue reading Bronzed