Patchwork VI

Clockmaker was lying about who she was. She had to, a clock-making sorceress wasn’t worthy of the Elfin court. And she needed that introduction to gain passage on the Ship.

If she failed, her family would be lost forever.

A mean-spirited client complained their time-traveling clock was faulty. In a temper they cursed Clockmaker’s family into the mists.

The last she saw of her father was leaning out a tower window — “Find the Old Man and you’ll solve the curse. Now hurry!”

The girl’s head drooped. “But how?” He’s on Mars…! No matter, I’ll find him.”