The night breathed through the apartment like a dark animal.

The ticking of a clock.

The groan of a floorboard as he slipped out of his room.

All was drowned by its silence.

But Jacob loved the night. He felt it on his skin like a promise. Like a cloak woven from freedom and danger.

Hey fellow mirrorworlder!

Can we Start calling Orlando Tennant like that, please?

Thank you.

Dear God,

when I asked if my life could get any worse, that was a rhetorical question and not a challenge.

- Jacob, probably

There it is.

The cover of the fourth mirrorworld book!!!

Isn’t it the most beautiful thing ever?!

Look at fox! And the gold!

The title is “On silver track” btw.

Fox: You are loosing a lot of blood! Quick, whats your type?

Jacob: brave, intelligent, red-headed, shape shifter -

Fox: I meant blood type.

Jacob:Oh

Jacob, looks at wound:Red.

It’s 2020 guys, this year we will get Reckless 4!!!