Proposed Cover illustration for Tourist Trap

Thunder was audible to the riders as well as their mounts by the time they started up the slope, and the shadows of the clouds rushed toward and over them as they topped the rise. A wave of grass rippled out of the dimness toward them, and a chill gust from the northwest made Penny glad they had both put on tunics. Hastily she turned to untie her own poncho and put it on.

“There they are,” Roi said, pointing east to where sunlight still gilded the prairie. Squinting, Penny was able to make out a tiny white figure topping one of the distant rises. Then the shadow of the clouds swallowed the rise, and she lost sight of Token.

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