BOOK 1
WEBWAY
The clouds above listened well,
To a tale of a girl,
Two wands,
And a spell.
Through The Webway,
A world awaits,
For the young witch who dreams,
Of clockwork gates.
Cloaked in red,
She'll run from her past,
But with the wolves at her back,
Each breath is her last.
Now, let it be said,
Yes, let it be known,
The last Ryder has come,
To take back her throne.