Firemancer Collection (Fated Saga Box Set Book 1) by R. H. D'aigle

fine detail in the ornate woodcarvings that covered the outside of the wagon. They were surprised to see shapes of the bat-wolf creatures carved overhead.
       The twins’ thoughts swirled in their heads, feeling heavy.
       “I promise we will be safe in here,” insisted Jae, less arrogantly. He motioned for them to enter.
       “What do you think?” Meghan asked her brother, silently.
       “ Now you care about what I think,” he shot back. “We’ve come this far, we might as well see what’s inside.”
       “Why aren’t you going in then?” she asked.
       He may have wanted to go in, but she knew he did not want to go in first.
       “Ah, hello you two, up here,” said Jae, impatiently. Meghan pushed Colin in front of her; his glare was piercing as he walked up the stairs. Meghan followed behind. Before entering, Meghan glanced sideways at Uncle Arnon’s trailer; thankfully, there was no sign of movement.
       As Colin stepped through the door, Meghan sensed his glare turn to awe and she understood why, once inside.
       From inside, it did not look like a normal sized wagon at all, but rather a large banquet hall, equipped with a long wooden table, chairs, dishes and kitchen.
       The main room was spacious, with the table taking up a good portion of the room. A cold, unlit stone fireplace covered half of the wall behind the table, while candle-filled wall sconces and chandeliers lit up the interior of the wagon.
       “The candles are forever burning candles,” said Jae. He held one in his hand to show them. “See, never burn down, will last forever.”
       Meghan wanted to ask how, but decided against it. They walked deeper into the room.
       “It all makes sense now,” said Colin. “This is how you fit all those people into just one wagon.”
       “You noticed that?” Jae said, surprised at Colin’s keen eye. “Come on, I’ll show you where my family and I lived while we were here.” The twins followed him to a back wall, lined with doors. There was a copper knocker on the door, spelling the name Mochrie.
       “Is that your family name, Mochrie?” asked Colin.
       Jae nodded yes.
       Inside was another room, much smaller. It included a velvet couch and chair set in front of a fireplace, also of stone. A teapot sat on the hearth next to a small pile of wood.
       Jae continued the tour, although it was a quick tour, as the room contained just one corner desk and an old rocking chair. Four more doors lined the back wall of the room.
       “Those are our bedrooms. My sister,” he started tensely. “My sister and I share a room, and then my parents would be over there,” he said pointing to another. He did not explain the two others doors.
       The twins had many questions, and yet, no idea where to begin. Jae leaned over to the fireplace and waved his hand over the half-burnt wood inside; a roaring fire instantly warmed the room.
       “Sit,” insisted Jae to the twins, helping himself to the chair near the fireplace. Glad to get off their feet, they obliged and sat on the couch, across from him.
       A few long minutes passed without any of the three speaking. Meghan and Colin were eager to ask questions, but Jae appeared deep in thought, leaning his elbow on the side of his chair, leaning his chin on his elbow. Meghan finally decided they had waited long enough.
       “So, Jae,” she startled him.
       “Sorry,” he said. “Got lost for a minute.”
       “How is all this possible?” asked Meghan. “I have never seen anything like this before.”
       Jae’s eyes rose in suspicion and he motioned toward Colin’s book.
       “Appears you have seen a few things like it before,” a bit of arrogance returned in his voice.
       “I bought this book today,” Colin explained. “I have no idea what it is, or where it came from.”
       “Today?” Jae questioned Colin, with a hint of disbelief. “Can I have a look?”
       Colin, at first