Stavanger Bay yes, i left behind a glass slipper and a business card

Listen, Rannveig – what kind of a name is that, anyway – you don't need to know why the rock is important. You probably never received love from your parents, so it only makes sense that you have no frame of reference for wanting to show love back. Piper could recall as clear as day the time she and Laurel had stood on the bank of the river and searched for colorful stones. The Redleaf girl had found one that had been the exact color as Lucas' eyes. She kept it in a secret hiding spot for when he returned home.

“Okay... so we're looking for something scary,” she echoed and turned to glance over her shoulder at the stretch of beach. She really wasn't that easily intimidated. Maybe she'd never seen a crab, but she could bet that a crab had never seen her either. That'd be a shock. “You want to come with, hot shot? Or do you like to send young girls out to fight the bad guys on their own?” Piper then inquired with a sly glance toward him.