Improbable Press Blog — Chrysalides

"That's all very well," Lydia said with an exasperated sigh. "But I really wanted someone with their own transport. What if there was an emergency?" As the words left Lydia's lips, a roar blossomed outside and cut off suddenly. Tuli scrambled upstairs to look out the window. Below, a petite figure stood on the gravel drive beside a dirt bike, took off a scuffed red helmet and shook out long, black hair before twisting her tresses up again in a scarf. Tuli almost squealed. "Is that her? I like this one, mum. Mum? Mum!" "She's on a motorbike! Tuli, you...