The moon drops Marisol on a beach next to a castle made of sand. A massive, beautiful, undeniably sand castle, one mile from a bay with a reputation.
The assignment is simple: ensure the castle stands.
The bay is petty. The king signs proclamations. The queen calls a flood a water feature. The prince does push-ups against the walls. The royal advisor requires a thirty-one-page form to evacuate a building that's underwater. And the castle's Innovation Director just poured water on a sand wall to prove it was waterproof.
It wasn't.
Marisol has more power than she's ever had. Full wells. A broom. Flight. Teleportation. And none of it matters, because you can't magic away stupid.
Some of these people are genuine poopy heads.
Moon Over Marisol: Book Sixteen
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