Book #1: Delphine and the Silver Needle

The clouds drew back still farther and as more of the light from the full moon spilled down it almost seemed to tingle in her paws. The last wisp of clouds vanished from the face of the moon and its light poured into the room washing over the needle. As it did the stains of tarnish began to fade like breath disappearing from a mirror. The engravings on the needle were becoming more and more visible. But just as suddenly as it had started the magic stopped leaving only a small patch of the needle glowing bright and silver. But the metal felt cold once more. Something was tingling again a strange fizzy feeling inside her head. She looked up to see Alexander staring at her slack-jawed. Your whiskers he barely breathed. Then Delphine realized there was a shimmer in the corners of her vision little prickles of light. Her whiskers her strange gray whiskers were turning to silver starting at the tips and radiating inward like arcs of light being drawn in the air. In a moment they were shining as brightly as the patch of silvery metal under her paw.