Generally, when fairies steal your baby, you don’t get it back. You get some crotchety agent of chaos replacing your adorable agent of chaos. But Cross’s LostMother is getting a one-time exception!
If only she’d read the fine print.
Cross’s easy-to-speak verse flawlessly combines old-timey formality with an earthy wit, as characters negotiate between maternal expectation and grounded magical reality. Children grow up faster when parents aren’t looking. They won’t want what you want for them, regardless. The circumstances and backstory keep you guessing. The result is heartfelt, suspenseful...
Generally, when fairies steal your baby, you don’t get it back. You get some crotchety agent of chaos replacing your adorable agent of chaos. But Cross’s LostMother is getting a one-time exception!
If only she’d read the fine print.
Cross’s easy-to-speak verse flawlessly combines old-timey formality with an earthy wit, as characters negotiate between maternal expectation and grounded magical reality. Children grow up faster when parents aren’t looking. They won’t want what you want for them, regardless. The circumstances and backstory keep you guessing. The result is heartfelt, suspenseful, and utterly enchanting!