Flashback ( PDFDrive )

“Is that bad?”
“It depends on how high Luzia’s illusions stretch into the sky.
Would you be willing to take me there to check?”
“Now?”
“Unless you’re too tired—”
“I’m fine. But I need to clear it with Sandor. If I disappear again, he
might handcuff himself to my wrist.”
Mr. Forkle smiled. “I could see him doing that.”
Not surprisingly, all of her bodyguards insisted on joining them.
And Grady and Edaline asked to tag along. So it turned out to be quite
a large group that jumped off Havenfield’s moonlit cliffs. And Sophie
was glad to have the company when she saw how eerie the tower’s
clearing looked at night, with all the shifting shadows. The hive itself
also felt even more alien now that the only light was coming from the
glowing green fluid surrounding the tube-covered babies.
“Hey, Luna,” she whispered, wishing the tiny alicorn would blink or
stir or do something to prove that she really was okay.
But Luna stayed fast asleep.
So did Wynn.
“Did I miss when you named them?” Edaline asked.
“Yeah, Keefe brought it up today—and be glad Silveny didn’t go
with Keeferina and the Keefster.”
Grady sighed. “That boy.”
“He’s quite the character,” Mr. Forkle agreed, heading outside to
study Luzia’s illusion. “It’s a brilliant design,” he murmured, squatting
to examine a few of the carefully placed mirrors.
“Then why are you frowning?” Sophie wondered aloud.