such a foolish boy , to believe that anyone could produce a cure for the dark trick . its like a signal , a beacon , calling all sorts of magical creatures to come out of their homes and the dark places they hide . her tone made it clear what she thought about that . my forehead crashed against his chest as i buckled in his arms . she had food in front of her , but seemed to be picking more than eating . my parents are home , but moving towards the barn . 