From the Author
When I was in high school, I auditioned for the highly prestigious dance and cheer squad. We not only did cheers at football games, but competed in national dance contests. And won. Yes, we kicked butt.
Well, except for me. I was diagnosed with scoliosis in my freshman year. My back was so crooked, I had to wear a back brace, or risk living the rest of my life as the Hunchback of Notre Dame. The dance teacher didn't want a hunchback freak on her team, but couldn't throw me out. So she refused to let me perform. Year after year.
There are a lot of fantasy stories about a young person with no magic, who, unknown to everyone else, has the magic needed to save the world. I make no apologies for revisiting this theme. Because - really - isn't this an experience we all go through? Aren't we all forced to discover we can - we MUST - make our own magic to save the world?
This is the story of a girl who was told over and over, "You can't," who still said, "Yes, I can."