Kerrigan Byrne

The ghost of a boy long dead, and yet who lived on. Perhaps not in name, or perhaps in name only.

"Don't say anything just yet," Haina murmurs in my ear, and then nuzzles it again. "Praxiians have good hearing and we want to make sure he buys what we're selling."

If he buys it? Heck, I've bought it, too.