The Faerie Thief: The Ruby Queen’s Garden 011
“So it’s hopeless then?” The creature gnawing at her heart sprouted another set of teeth.
Lyra grinned, and the sparkle came back into her eye. “Of course not! I may not be able to do anything about it, but there’s nothing saying you can’t.”
Gwyn lifted her head, and the air around her turned fragile as spun glass. “What can I do?”
“Well,” Lyra drawled, linking her arm with Gwyn’s, “I may not know how to break the binding, but I can teach you how to make a door.”
“A door?” Gwyn asked, thinking of the many doors Lyra always insisted she find on her own. “Can’t I already do that?”
“Yes and no. You know how to find a door if you have to, but it’s always better to know how to make one. Doors are handy things, but only if they’re there.”