"Moonpie was something my brother called me. Said my face reminded him of a moon-shaped dessert. Banana flavored because banana was his favorite kind. I just called him Wes. We were Huckleberry Finn and Tom Sawyer, adventurers at heart, wanderers because that's what Dad was."
Seventeen-year-old Charlotte Graves is a nomad, traveling from festival to flea market to fair with her airbrush artist father and her
laid back older brother, Wes. Life is endless crowds, constant price haggling, poker tables, and sleeping in the back of their trusty old station wagon, Betty.
Until Charlotte stumbles into a tent at a carnival, her attention riveted by a musical magician with the ability to make stories come alive.
When Wes is lost to one of these stories, Charlotte follows, sending her and a handsome minstrel on a perilous adventure that could prove stories are more powerful than she is.
"Moonpie was something my brother called me. Said my face reminded him of a moon-shaped dessert. Banana flavored because banana was his favorite kind. I just called him Wes. We were Huckleberry Finn and Tom Sawyer, adventurers at heart, wanderers because that's what Dad was."
Seventeen-year-old Charlotte Graves is a nomad, traveling from festival to flea market to fair with her airbrush artist father and her
laid back older brother, Wes. Life is endless crowds, constant price haggling, poker tables, and sleeping in the back of their trusty old station wagon, Betty.
Until Charlotte stumbles into a tent at a carnival, her attention riveted by a musical magician with the ability to make stories come alive.
When Wes is lost to one of these stories, Charlotte follows, sending her and a handsome minstrel on a perilous adventure that could prove stories are more powerful than she is.