QUOTE : thumped my foot and hissed out an odd squeal. A sigh filled my ears. Faint shuffling as the púca edged nearer. “You’re doing it wrong.” The voice gentled. “You can’t speak in this form. No one can. You’re going to have to give your skin a voice. Go on. Think it. Let magic speak for you. It’s the only way.” Pick a voice? Think it? Crazy as it sounded, what did I have to lose? I focused the same as I did when willing magic into my palm, only this time I envisioned the memory of how my voice sounded to me. I would die before admitting it out loud, but I visualized it as a thought bubble forming over my head. “I’m Macsen