honey , heather said in a gentle yet serious tone to amy , angel murdered your mommy . he turned from card to book , and back . my seat was already over the pacific ocean by the time i made it to the airport . she said after quickly scanning the article . its your spell , he said as he stood up , seeing the dried blood on his hand from the thorn-bush that had scratched him . she picked up her wood tongs . i should be grateful for the extra strength , but i 'm not . 