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After discovering an ancient tarot deck, Kassandra Troy's life takes a thrilling and frightening turn. She triggers The Magician card and releases the mysterious and captivating Luke Rykell.<br />
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People never talked about him dying. Instead they got all weepy and switched subjects. As if avoiding the topic would somehow make everything smiles and sunshine. It didn’t. When someone disappears, it’s like unraveling a sweater. Cut one strand, and the whole thing falls apart.<br />
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Kassandra caught a glimpse of her tangled hair in the mirror of Mom’s dresser. She looked frayed and disconnected—a lump of useless yarn who once was a girl.<br />
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Shaking her head, she scrounged through the cluttered bottles of nail polish, searching for a wadded up bill. Mom had to be good for a ten or twenty. No way was she going to borrow from Auntie Jo. Not again. Just a couple of new killer tops would make her grungy jeans work. School started tomorrow and Kassandra dreaded it. Kids never talked to the new girl. Especially the one with a lousy wardrobe.<br />
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The dresser reeked of cigarette smoke. At least if she found some money, it’d be one less dollar Mom could spend on cancer sticks. Kassandra’s fingers brushed a scrap of paper. Snatching it, her fishnet glove snagged on a bottle, sending the nail polish tumbling to the carpet with a clunk. The top popped off and red liquid oozed onto the café au lait carpet.<br />
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She scrunched her face. So not how she planned it. Kassandra eyed the crinkled paper in one hand. A lousy receipt.<br />
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Morning light shimmered off the puddle, already soaking into the carpet. Kassandra looped a blond curl over one ear and, yanking a handful of tissues from the box, dropped to the floor. Her bare knees brushed the carpet, the holes in her jeans from actual wear and tear and not fashionable rips. She so needed a new pair.<br />
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“Kassandra?” Auntie Jo’s voice glided down the hallway. “You coming, sugar?”<br />
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Kassandra’s heart kicked into high gear. She was supposed to be getting ready in her own room, not rummaging through Mom’s. “Sure, in a sec.”<br />
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The sticky bottle of nail polish went in the trash. Mom wouldn’t miss it. She had enough shades to create her own color chart at Home Depot. Kassandra dabbed at the spill with a wadded up tissue and then sat back to inspect the stain. The red blob was a stop sign smeared onto the carpet. Kassandra dumped a bottle of nail polish remover on the spot, sending up a wave of bitter fumes. The splotch, now pink, still drenched the carpet. She dragged over the throw rug by the bed and tossed it across the stain. Good enough.<br />
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Kassandra dashed down a hall lined with photos of unknown relatives and flew through her door just as Auntie Jo rounded the corner. The woman wore an Egyptian shawl draped over a wide body the color of deep mahogany. A purple scarf reigned in her tightly curled afro.<br />
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“The morning is young and thy chariot shan’t wait forever.” Auntie Jo waved one arm as if she were some kind of royalty.<br />
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Julie Gerber isn't thrilled to be pulled out of school her senior year to follow her parents halfway around the world to unearth a lost pyramid. However, when the cute British guy and the mysterious financier of their project both fight for her attention, things start to get interesting.<br />
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The pharaoh known as Djedefre was cursed for the murder of his eldest brother. The work of the archaeologists brings new secrets to light, ones that prove the fallen god-king wasn't the villain history had painted him to be. Can they prove his innocence?<br />
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True fear unlike any other suddenly gripped Djedefre’s heart. It overshadowed even the horrendous pain and drove him to his knees. At last he realized where they’d taken him for this unfair trial. Djedefre recognized the hieroglyphics etched into the walls and the face on the many sculptures he’d commissioned. Each one of the effigies bore his likeness. This was his tomb, one of the many chambers within the confines of his great pyramid—the place where his body was supposed to rest so his soul could be reborn. Only it was obvious his well-laid plans were about to be upheaved, as well as the magnificent structure he’d spent the whole of his reign creating.</div>
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One by one, the priests of Ra seized each of his statues and smashed them against the walls, shattering them to fragments. Other officials chiseled away at his visage on the paintings upon the wall. Each strike was an assault far more painful than the gaping wound on his side, for this was an attack upon his very soul. To destroy his image was the greatest offense that could be done to any man. Every blow erased part of his spirit and robbed him of an afterlife in paradise. Only Khafre cast his eyes away from the destruction of his brother’s sacred burial grounds. The young prince recoiled each time he heard the granite shatter while their sister Hetapheres wailed her grief with her arms outstretched to the heavens, as though begging the gods to intercede. Still no divine aid came for the fallen pharaoh.</div>
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“Djedefre, you are disgraced. Since you are unable to prove your innocence, you are henceforth stripped of the title of Pharaoh.” Djedefre flinched at the new wave of pain that washed over him when the priest yanked the golden ankh from around his neck and discarded it amongst the piles of fragmented effigies. “You have no right to bear the sacred symbols of Egypt. You are no son of Ra. Stone by stone, your pyramid shall be torn to the ground, but your body will remain imprisoned, left here to wallow in the blood you have spilled, trapped between life and death for all eternity.”</div>
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Gabriella and Darron thought their magickal battle was over when they defeated the evil warlock, Richard. When her Aunt Donna seeks Gabriella's help in rescuing her catatonic daughter from the Dark Coven, Gabriella discovers that her cousin holds a power within her that would be catastrophic in the hands of the evil witches.<br />
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Darron was on the roof of a large building, elevated dizzyingly high over the road below. Other skyscrapers bordered it, but it was by far the largest building in the general area, standing several stories higher than it's neighbors. The few cars that dotted the street below looked like insects. Above him, the moon shone full, round, and red in the night sky. It was an autumn moon, a blood moon. By the light of that moon, Darron was able to see the practiced movements of six black-cloaked figures, who swayed to the steady beat of an invisible drum. Their shapes were obscure in the pale light, and it was impossible to determine if they were men or women because the dark, hooded robes they wore hid their features from view.<br />
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There was an altar erected in the center of a circle that was outlined in black charcoal. On that altar sat the normal tools of ritual: a black tipped dagger, a silver chalice, an incense burner, and multiple black candles. Darron owned similar items. They weren't frightening in themselves. But the altar, like the people who lingered around it, was outlined by a shimmering black aura. The vibrations they relayed were no less than evil. Their presence made Darron shudder. He watched in horror, as a silent and unwelcome spectator to the forbidden rights.<br />
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A fifth cloaked figure, the apparent leader of the group, stood in the center of the circle with the dagger raised high above his head. The sixth and final coven member groveled at the feet of the leader, his head lowered in acquiescence. The hood of his cloak hid his face though he was no more than a few feet away from Darron.<br />
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"Brother and sisters," the leader proclaimed, his accented voice heavy with his foreboding presence. "Tonight in the wake of the blood moon, we come together to bring a new brother into our fold. He has completed the required tasks and proven himself worthy to join us in our work."<br />
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The four other cloaked figures cried out in perfect unison. Their hands were raised to the sky in honor of the blood moon.<br />
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The leader picked up the chalice from the altar. He followed the path of the circle to all of the elemental corners, stopping at each of the robed coven members in turn. Each offered their willing hands to their leader, palm outward. Each welcomed the point of the black edged dagger as it dug into their open palms without so much as a gasp of pain. The high priest cut a clean line down the centers of the palms of his disciples, and they all squeezed their fingers against the open wound to allow the blood to drip into the waiting chalice.<br />
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After collecting the offering from his followers, the leader returned to the center of the circle and the waiting initiate. With one quick motion, he sliced open his own palm. He held his hand over the cup, letting his blood drip slowly into the chalice, until the wound miraculously healed before Darron's startled eyes. When the chalice was full, he carried it to the eager initiate who took the cup firmly into his hands and tilted it towards his lips.<br />
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"As this blood makes you one with our flesh, so your soul follows to become one with the darkness," the English voice intoned.<br />
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As the initiate drained the last of the liquid in the chalice, his hood fell away, revealing a blonde ponytail pulled back over a pale white face, made even paler by the outline of bright red blood around his lips. Darron watched in stunned, horrified silence as his own face turned to meet his gaze. Eyes turned as black as coals stared back at Darron with a grim smile of satisfaction.<br />
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"Rise Darron," the leader commanded. And as he spoke, he lifted the hood from his head. Rise brother of the Dark Coven."<br />
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Gabriella is a witch. The problem is, she doesn't remember. She repressed the memories of her powers years ago when her mother was murdered. Now, the warlock who was responsible for her mother's death has set his sights on Gabriella. He is determined to use her fear to turn her to the dark side of magick…even if it kills her. Her mother's spirit is reaching out to warn her, but even that she pushes away. Desperate to save her daughter, the spirit finds a male witch–one that just happens to be in love with Gabriella. Darron is more than willing to help but the two young witches will have way more to battle than just an evil warlock. There are overbearing jocks and petty rich girls who get tempers flaring and often set Gabrielle and Darron at odds.<br />
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There is more to the story than Gabrielle and Darron could even imagine. There are terrible secrets to be revealed, battles to be waged, and lives will be lost. Only after Gabrielle and Darron both come to terms with who they really are, and open themselves up to the true meaning of magick, can they have any hope of fulfilling their destiny.<br />
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Her eyes scanned the room, from the pale blue sofa to the bloody dent in the wall. But she didn’t need her eyes to know Darron was there. Her heart sensed his presence before her eyes saw him lying in a heap on the ground. His body shuttered with occasional spasms, and even though he wasn’t fully conscious, his lips were twisted in a grimace of pain.<br />
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Uttering a gasp of surprise, Gabriella flew to his side. She knelt beside him, and choked back a sob as she took his hand in her own. She saw his chest rise and fall and was glad to know was alive, but she felt helpless as she watched his face contort in pain. She noticed something wet and sticky on her fingertips. She gently titled his head and saw a large gash that looked like it needed medical attention. The skin around the gash was so deeply bruised it looked almost black.<br />
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“Darron, what happened to you?”<br />
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He didn’t move or reply. Gabriella moved her hand from the cut on his forehead, and her fingers dripped with blood. She bit her lower lip with fear. She knew enough about head injuries to know that the wound could be serious. She grabbed a few tissues from a box on the coffee table, and tried to apply pressure to the wound, but it was useless. The tissues were soaked through in seconds.<br />
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“Darron?” She squeezed his hand, and fought back tears of fear and frustration. “Darron, please open your eyes. Please be all right!”<br />
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He squirmed and groaned a little in response. Looking at his contorted features, Gabriella felt incompetent and useless. She didn’t know what to do to help him. The cut must need stitches. The blood was gushing through her fingertips, and she was sure his life was slipping away just as quickly.<br />
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More than anything, Gabriella wanted to help Darron, to end his suffering. Her thoughts, her desperation, caused something deep inside of her to stir. Something that had long been napping was awoken. The power she had fought so hard to deny was forcing its way to the surface. This time she didn’t struggle against that power. Her instinct to hide from it was finally overcome by the thought of losing someone else she cared about.<br />
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Gabriella was pulling strength and warmth from the earth, as though her legs were tree roots taking nourishment from the element. A tingling sensation began in the tips of her toes and spread slowly though her body as she breathed in the essence of the element of air. Her blood flowed and grew warm, the element of water, bringing the power to the surface. She was overcome by a vigorous strength as she envisioned her spirit encircled by the element of fire. She felt so powerful that she thought she could stop the world from churning if that was what she wished. Gabriella focused the power, remembering for a moment her mother’s lessons. She looked down at her battered friend. She willed him to open his eyes and look at her. She demanded it of him.<br />
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Gabriella would have thought it was impossible, but she felt herself grow warmer. Her face dripped with perspiration. The power within her reached a climax. Then finally, when she thought she might burst, she felt the energy release. It seeped through her fingers, and shined with an illumination that only she could see. She heard herself chanting unfamiliar words, and scarcely recognized her own voice.<br />
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“By the power of earth, water, fire and air,<br />
Heal this man who’s in my care.<br />
Goddess, hear your daughter’s plea.<br />
As I will it, so mote it be!”<br />
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Gabriella repeated the words three times. Three was the number of power. Then she watched as the wound on Darron’s forehead healed before her eyes, becoming smaller and smaller, until finally it was gone. The blood was still warm and sticky, but beneath the blood, the skin was smooth and unmarred. Even the horrible bruise had vanished. Gabriella stared in open astonishment, marveling at the work she had done.<br />
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Laura “Luna” DeLuca lives at the beautiful Jersey shore with her husband and three children. She has been writing stories for as long as she can remember. Old high school friends would tell you she was always scratching in her notebook instead of paying attention in class and the children she used to babysit for always loved to hear her scary stories at bedtime. In addition to writing fiction, Laura is also the sole author of a popular review blog called New Age Mama. She is an active member of her local pagan community, and has been studying Wicca for close to eight years. She loves writing young adult novels, because it keeps her young at heart. She is the author of three published works including Destiny, Destiny Unveiled, and Phantom, and has several more projects in the works.<br />
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Shuffled from place to place in the foster system, Morrigan doesn't know the meaning of home. Plus, she is different. She has power over fire, the ability to move objects with her mind, and glimpse into the future. Just when she believes her life can’t get any stranger, she discovers her true identity.<br />
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Filtiarn, a knight with a dark past and a surprising secret, has been tasked with guiding the heir of Tír Na NÓg through countless perils to be returned to her family. Once Morrigan has been reunited with her mother and grandmother, their triad can save the forgotten land of magic from being devoured by an ancient evil.<br />
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Morrigan took out a white candle and a stick of dragon blood incense, and set them up in the corner of the room. She sat cross-legged, and leaned forward to light them. No matches were necessary. No lighter either. She simply touched her finger to the end of the wick, and with an iridescent spark, the candle flickered to life. It shone at first with a bright blue flame that gradually settled into a more normal orange. It was the same with the incense—another reason why she preferred not to have an audience.<br />
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She stared into the candle for a moment, and took a few deep breaths to clear her mind of all thoughts but those of the magic she intended to perform. Danu and Dagda sat on either side of her, instantly falling into silence, as though they knew she needed her complete concentration. Their energy beside her only seemed to add to the growing sense of power that charged the room.<br />
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Morrigan closed her eyes and began to shuffle the cards. As she did, she allowed her breathing to become more even. A silence filled the room as the rest of the mortal world fell away. Soon the only sound she heard was the light thump of her own heartbeat, echoed by the quicker, fast paced beat of the cats’ hearts. She wasn’t sure how much time passed as the cards slipped through her fingers. It might have been minutes. It might have been hours. When she allowed herself to fall into a trance, time became insubstantial, irrelevant.<br />
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The tarot cards were so old; the designs on the back were almost completely worn away. She had to shuffle gently to keep them from crumbling to pieces in her hands. Yet they held a power that she knew no newer cards could offer her. As she shuffled them, she focused her energy into them, silently requesting to be given the answers she was seeking. She allowed the image of her mother to fill her mind. When she finally felt the cards had fallen into the order they were meant to be in, she placed the deck face down on the floor, and cut them with her right hand. Then, taking one last, calming breath, she lifted the top card from the pile. With a trembling hand, she laid it down and read it.<br />
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“Wheel of Fortune,” she said aloud.<br />
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In the center of card was a wheel. As she stared at the picture, that wheel seemed to turn clockwise. The movements made her feel slightly dizzy. The bedroom around her became more and more surreal. The scene on the card became her reality. The figure of the sphinx that sat on top of the turning wheel looked so very real. It might have turned its head to look at her. Its lips may or may not have moved. Morrigan swore she heard a deep, resonating voice whispering the meaning of the card into her ear. Destiny approaching. An unexpected and sudden change was coming—change that could lead to good fortune.<br />
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It was the card of fate and karma returned. It meant that she needed to be prepared—to expect the unexpected. Morrigan knew the cards were telling her something was going to happen—and soon. Her destiny, whatever it was, was about to be realized. Even if it did bring fortune, it still scared her to death. She considered packing up the cards right then and there. Her rational mind had every intention of doing just that. Her hands didn’t get the message her brain was sending. Before she knew what she was doing, she had already flipped over the second card.<br />
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“The Empress,” she whispered. She exhaled deeply. “My mother.”<br />
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It was the only interpretation imaginable. Even as she said it, the pregnant woman, crowned with stars and adorned in a gown decorated with pomegranates, turned to her and smiled. She was no longer a vague featureless stranger, but the same woman Morrigan had sketched earlier that day—a face that mirrored her own. It was an older version of herself, which she saw in the reflection in the nearby full length mirror, had turned chalk white.<br />
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The Empress was a symbol of maternal power—of strong feminine influence. But could it mean that her mother was returning? She had never allowed herself to consider such a possibility. To dwell on something so unlikely would have been too painful. But now, with just the flip of a card, she found herself daring to dream. There was only one way to find out for sure. She had to keep going with the reading.<br />
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“Six of Cups.”<br />
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The third card in the spread represented her past, and even her immediate present. The six of cups specifically symbolized childhood, and she was, technically, still a child. But she had a feeling that her childhood was about to end quite abruptly. The cups in the picture were lined up across a high stone wall, each cup holding the memories of her past.<br />
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Her past. It was nothing but a childhood filled with longing—longings which were perhaps about to be fulfilled. She visualized herself taking each cup down from the wall, and pouring the troubling memories away. It was time to start fresh. A new world was about to open up for her. She had known it as soon as she had seen the image of her mother’s face. But what would that world be like? What was waiting for her in the future?<br />
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Morrigan turned over the fourth card.<br />
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“The Knight of Wands.”<br />
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The man on the horse carrying the staff had her baffled. Not because she didn’t know its normal meaning, but because as she stared at the card, it began to take on the physical attributes of the knight in her drawings. He had the same long dreadlocks, the same bewitching stare, even the same cocky smile. The familiarity did not cancel out the meaning of the card. The knight of wands was representative of a dark man filled with a kind of honey-tongued charm. He was also fiery and arrogant, a man with a definite possibility of a dark side. If the knight of wands was coming into her life, she knew she needed to proceed with caution.<br />
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She thought she was done with the fourth card, and was preparing to move on to the next, when once again, she found she had lost control of her body. This time, her hands refused to move, while her eyes forced their way back to the knight in the card. She watched as the long haired stranger began to move forward—wandering over various landscapes, some high mountains, some meadows and fields ripe for the harvest. He kept looking back over his shoulder, as though he were speaking to someone. He was on a journey, and he wasn’t alone. Morrigan didn’t need to see his companion to know who it must be.<br />
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So, her journey would soon begin, and she wouldn’t be traveling alone. She would have a guide. Whether or not that would be a good thing was another question best left to the cards to answer. The next card told her nothing she didn’t already know.<br />
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“The Moon,” she said. “Caution.”<br />
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It was a scary card. It warned of tricks and illusions. The two howling wolves that stood under the moon looked back at her menacingly, growling, showing their pointed fangs in a snarl. For the first time since she began the reading, Danu and Dagda made their presence known by lifting their heads and hissing threateningly in the direction of the beasts.<br />
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Even the cats sensed it. The journey she was about to embark on wouldn’t be all fun and family reunions. There would be obstacles and deceit, most likely from people she thought could be trusted. The moon was a sign that danger was certainly awaiting her. In was an ominous omen.<br />
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“Shhhh.”<br />
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She hushed the hissing cats, and gave them each a gentle stroke to try to settle them down, though she was far from settled herself. Again she felt the urge to stop the spread. Her instincts were telling her that no good was going to come out of this reading. She was only going to scare herself. She should never have done it in the first place. When would she learn that sometimes it was best to let life play out without interference or prophetic warnings? Then again, she knew that to be forewarned might be her only advantage. So with more bravery than she felt, Morrigan flipped over the final card.<br />
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“No . . . .” she gasped when she looked down at the terrible, skeletal face. “Oh no.”<br />
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She should have known. She thought a part of her did know even before she glanced down at the gruesome scene—a skeleton with a scythe in a field of body parts. With the divination going in the direction it was, what else could be the final outcome?<br />
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“Death,” she whispered. “Death.”<br />
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She knew that in most cases, the death card was a symbol of personal transformation rather than literal death. But a deeper sense of understanding told her that this time the card was meant to be taken literally. She saw only glimpses and shadows in her mind. Brief flashes of faces, some familiar, like her mother and the knight—some still strangers, like a beautiful, almost angelic blonde woman in a flowing white gown. But around them all, including herself, she saw the shadows of death.<br />
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Morrigan felt decidedly shaky as she gathered up her tarot cards. She placed them securely in the bottom of her bag just as she heard the door downstairs slam shut. The reading hadn’t made everything as crystal clear as she had hoped, but one thing was certain. Her whole life was about to change.<br />
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Laura “Luna” DeLuca lives at the beautiful Jersey shore with her husband and four children. She loves writing in the young adult genre because it keeps her young at heart. In addition to writing fiction, Laura is also the editor of a popular review blog called New Age Mama. She is an active member of her local pagan community, and has been studying Wicca for close to eight years. Her current works include Destiny, Destiny Unveiled, Phantom, Morrigan, Player, and Demon.<br />
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<span style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.5em;">First they destroyed his ship, and then they killed his partner and marooned him on a planet of cannibals. But that last one was their mistake. You don’t kill one Space Ranger and leave his partner alive.</span></div>
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Lieutenant AYA is an attractive woman in a man’s world, commander of a mercenary regiment’s artillery. She confuses masculinity with effectiveness, and denies her femininity. Women are soft, sweet and therefore ineffective. Romantic relationships are for the weak.</div>
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Marooned on a planet of cannibals as the clock ticks down on the deaths of billions, can a couple who avoid relationships, work together to save the people of the Cannibal Planet from certain death? Find out in Cannibal Planet!</div>
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I knew it was going to be one of those days when the warning panel lit up like a holiday display before we’d even been in-system ten seconds. Missiles were blossoming into existence all around us and we’d been painted by at least a dozen sensor beams before I even had a chance to swear.</div>
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As my hands danced across the control panel bringing the thrusters on line I called to my partner.</div>
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“Hey, Kid! Fire up the laser turret in point defense mode, will ya?”</div>
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He threw some switches on the weapons panel and asked, “But where are they all coming from? We’re the only ship around.”</div>
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“Minefield,” I said, twisting the ship out of the way of a missile, then corkscrewing down towards the planet’s surface. The kid was thrown from his chair.</div>
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“Kid, I keep telling you to strap in whenever you’re in a control chair.”</div>
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He crawled back toward his position. “Yeah, I know. But how was I to know that we’d fly right into a shooting war four seconds out of jump space in a supposedly peaceful star system?”</div>
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“That’s why you always use the restraint harness. By the time you know you’re going to need it, it’s too late.” I shook my head. It was so much easier just to work alone.</div>
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We dodged to port and a missile shot past us, its exhaust leaving scorch marks on our hull. He’d almost reached his chair but was thrown again by the sudden movement, rolling across the little control room of the scout ship. Our inertia-dampeners just weren’t quite up to the violent maneuvering I was putting them through.</div>
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The sensors displayed an automatic distress signal from a coastal location near the spaceport. Somebody else must have had trouble with the mines. I turned our nose towards our compatriots in misery and punched the thrusters, diving into the atmosphere.</div>
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The tracking board began screaming and flashed three missiles closing the range on converging tracks.<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />“Frack!” I said. “Hold on!”</div>
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We spun like a drunken dancer, dodging one. Our laser took out the second but the third punched right through our hull with a dull bong I could feel through the deck. The damage control panel switched its primary color scheme from green to red and my control stick went limp. I hit the release button on my harness, grabbed my suit’s helmet and headed for the door.</div>
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“Abandon ship, kid.”</div>
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He scrambled to his feet. “But we’ve still got power.”</div>
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“Yeah, but the maneuver drive’s toast. That means we’re a sitting duck. It’s only a matter of time before a missile gets past our point defense to finish the job.”</div>
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I twisted my suit’s helmet in place over my head and activated both the radio and the outside speakers, then slid down the ladder to the deck below without bothering with the rungs. The kid snapped his own helmet in place and followed me down, but then made a move toward his cabin.</div>
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I ran the opposite way toward the cargo hold. “No time!” I called back. “We’ve only seconds to get clear.” And if the next missile took out our fusion bottle this planet would suddenly find itself with a bright, shiny new sun, but not for very long.</div>
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Inside the hold I grabbed the backpack I kept stocked with emergency supplies and tossed it into the cargo compartment of the air raft.</div>
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“Evacuate the cargo hold.” I told him and started releasing the restraints holding the vehicle to the deck. He punched buttons in a sequence on the control panel by the hatch, then ran to the open cab of the air raft and hopped into the passenger seat.</div>
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I threw off the last restraint as the outer hatch began to slide open, sucking the final wisp of atmospheric pressure into the void. Outside, the planet whipped by twice a second as we spun out of control into the atmosphere. If it hadn’t been for the dampeners we’d have been pinned against the wall like insects waiting to be swatted by the next missile. I threw myself into the control seat, hitting the start button with one thumb while my other hand buckled the restraint harness across my body.</div>
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“Hang on, kid.” I punched the accelerator and that was the last I ever saw of him.</div>
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The air raft shot out of the cargo bay like a missile from a launch tube but when we hit the slipstream roaring past at thousands of kilometers an hour we began tumbling like a leaf in a typhoon. He hadn’t buckled up and vanished from the passenger seat, taken by the wind and the forces of gravity.</div>
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M.E. Brines spent the Cold War assembling atomic artillery shells and preparing to unleash the Apocalypse (and has a medal to prove it.) But when peace broke out, he turned his fevered, paranoid imagination to other pursuits. He spends his spare time scribbling another steampunk romance occult adventure novel, which despite certain rumors absolutely DOES NOT involve time-traveling Nazi vampires!</div>
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The author of three dozen books, e-books, chapbooks and pamphlets on esoteric subjects such as alien abduction, alien hybrids, astrology, the Bible, biblical prophecy, Christian discipleship, conspiracies, esoteric Nazism, the Falun Gong, Knights Templar, magick, and UFOs, his work has also appeared in Challenge magazine, Weird Tales, The Outer Darkness, Tales of the Talisman, and Empirical magazine.</div>
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Tara Len Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00942650107868102159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878708720122434897.post-14251870652541274942014-03-03T10:44:00.002-05:002014-03-03T10:44:29.140-05:00Spotlight: Morrigan by Laura DeLuca<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">Shuffled from place to
place in the foster system, Morrigan doesn't know the meaning of home. Plus,
she is different. She has power over fire, the ability to move objects with her
mind, and glimpse into the future. Just when she believes her life can’t get
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a dark past and a surprising secret, has been tasked with guiding the heir of
Tír Na NÓg through countless perils to be returned to her family. Once Morrigan
has been reunited with her mother and grandmother, their triad can save the
forgotten land of magic from being devoured by an ancient evil.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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white candle and a stick of dragon blood incense, and set them up in the corner
of the room. She sat cross-legged, and leaned forward to light them. No matches
were necessary. No lighter either. She simply touched her finger to the end of
the wick, and with an iridescent spark, the candle flickered to life. It shone
at first with a bright blue flame that gradually settled into a more normal
orange. It was the same with the incense—another reason why she preferred not
to have an audience.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">She stared into the
candle for a moment, and took a few deep breaths to clear her mind of all
thoughts but those of the magic she intended to perform. Danu and Dagda sat on
either side of her, instantly falling into silence, as though they knew she
needed her complete concentration. Their energy beside her only seemed to add
to the growing sense of power that charged the room.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">Morrigan closed her eyes
and began to shuffle the cards. As she did, she allowed her breathing to become
more even. A silence filled the room as the rest of the mortal world fell away.
Soon the only sound she heard was the light thump of her own heartbeat, echoed
by the quicker, fast paced beat of the cats’ hearts. She wasn’t sure how much
time passed as the cards slipped through her fingers. It might have been
minutes. It might have been hours. When she allowed herself to fall into a
trance, time became insubstantial, irrelevant.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">The tarot cards were so
old; the designs on the back were almost completely worn away. She had to
shuffle gently to keep them from crumbling to pieces in her hands. Yet they
held a power that she knew no newer cards could offer her. As she shuffled
them, she focused her energy into them, silently requesting to be given the
answers she was seeking. She allowed the image of her mother to fill her mind.
When she finally felt the cards had fallen into the order they were meant to be
in, she placed the deck face down on the floor, and cut them with her right
hand. Then, taking one last, calming breath, she lifted the top card from the
pile. With a trembling hand, she laid it down and read it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">In the center of card
was a wheel. As she stared at the picture, that wheel seemed to turn clockwise.
The movements made her feel slightly dizzy. The bedroom around her became more
and more surreal. The scene on the card became her reality. The figure of the
sphinx that sat on top of the turning wheel looked so very real. It might have
turned its head to look at her. Its lips may or may not have moved. Morrigan
swore she heard a deep, resonating voice whispering the meaning of the card
into her ear. Destiny approaching. An unexpected and sudden change was
coming—change that could lead to good fortune.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">It was the card of fate
and karma returned. It meant that she needed to be prepared—to expect the
unexpected. Morrigan knew the cards were telling her something was going to
happen—and soon. Her destiny, whatever it was, was about to be realized. Even
if it did bring fortune, it still scared her to death. She considered packing
up the cards right then and there. Her rational mind had every intention of
doing just that. Her hands didn’t get the message her brain was sending. Before
she knew what she was doing, she had already flipped over the second card.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">“The Empress,” she
whispered. She exhaled deeply. “My mother.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">It was the only
interpretation imaginable. Even as she said it, the pregnant woman, crowned
with stars and adorned in a gown decorated with pomegranates, turned to her and
smiled. She was no longer a vague featureless stranger, but the same woman
Morrigan had sketched earlier that day—a face that mirrored her own. It was an
older version of herself, which she saw in the reflection in the nearby full
length mirror, had turned chalk white.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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of maternal power—of strong feminine influence. But could it mean that her
mother was returning? She had never allowed herself to consider such a
possibility. To dwell on something so unlikely would have been too painful. But
now, with just the flip of a card, she found herself daring to dream. There was
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">The third card in the
spread represented her past, and even her immediate present. The six of cups
specifically symbolized childhood, and she was, technically, still a child. But
she had a feeling that her childhood was about to end quite abruptly. The cups
in the picture were lined up across a high stone wall, each cup holding the memories
of her past.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">Her past. It was nothing
but a childhood filled with longing—longings which were perhaps about to be
fulfilled. She visualized herself taking each cup down from the wall, and
pouring the troubling memories away. It was time to start fresh. A new world
was about to open up for her. She had known it as soon as she had seen the
image of her mother’s face. But what would that world be like? What was waiting
for her in the future?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">The man on the horse
carrying the staff had her baffled. Not because she didn’t know its normal
meaning, but because as she stared at the card, it began to take on the
physical attributes of the knight in her drawings. He had the same long
dreadlocks, the same bewitching stare, even the same cocky smile. The
familiarity did not cancel out the meaning of the card. The knight of wands was
representative of a dark man filled with a kind of honey-tongued charm. He was
also fiery and arrogant, a man with a definite possibility of a dark side. If
the knight of wands was coming into her life, she knew she needed to proceed
with caution.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">She thought she was done
with the fourth card, and was preparing to move on to the next, when once
again, she found she had lost control of her body. This time, her hands refused
to move, while her eyes forced their way back to the knight in the card. She
watched as the long haired stranger began to move forward—wandering over
various landscapes, some high mountains, some meadows and fields ripe for the
harvest. He kept looking back over his shoulder, as though he were speaking to
someone. He was on a journey, and he wasn’t alone. Morrigan didn’t need to see
his companion to know who it must be.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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soon begin, and she wouldn’t be traveling alone. She would have a guide.
Whether or not that would be a good thing was another question best left to the
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warned of tricks and illusions. The two howling wolves that stood under the
moon looked back at her menacingly, growling, showing their pointed fangs in a
snarl. For the first time since she began the reading, Danu and Dagda made
their presence known by lifting their heads and hissing threateningly in the
direction of the beasts.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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The journey she was about to embark on wouldn’t be all fun and family reunions.
There would be obstacles and deceit, most likely from people she thought could
be trusted. The moon was a sign that danger was certainly awaiting her. In was
an ominous omen.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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cats, and gave them each a gentle stroke to try to settle them down, though she
was far from settled herself. Again she felt the urge to stop the spread. Her
instincts were telling her that no good was going to come out of this reading.
She was only going to scare herself. She should never have done it in the first
place. When would she learn that sometimes it was best to let life play out
without interference or prophetic warnings? Then again, she knew that to be
forewarned might be her only advantage. So with more bravery than she felt,
Morrigan flipped over the final card.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">“No . . . .” she gasped
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She thought a part of her did know even before she glanced down at the gruesome
scene—a skeleton with a scythe in a field of body parts. With the divination
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">“Death,” she whispered.
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cases, the death card was a symbol of personal transformation rather than
literal death. But a deeper sense of understanding told her that this time the
card was meant to be taken literally. She saw only glimpses and shadows in her
mind. Brief flashes of faces, some familiar, like her mother and the
knight—some still strangers, like a beautiful, almost angelic blonde woman in a
flowing white gown. But around them all, including herself, she saw the shadows
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shaky as she gathered up her tarot cards. She placed them securely in the
bottom of her bag just as she heard the door downstairs slam shut. The reading
hadn’t made everything as crystal clear as she had hoped, but one thing was
certain. Her whole life was about to change.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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loves writing in the young adult genre because it keeps her young at heart.
In addition to writing fiction, Laura is also the editor of a popular
review blog called New Age Mama. She is an active member of her local pagan
community, and has been studying Wicca for close to eight years. Her
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Lindsay looked at her kid sister. “So, whatcha wanna do?”<br />
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“I wanna be big like you. I wish I was big like you.”<br />
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Lindsay chuckled. “You will be eventually. You heard Mom. So, what do you want to play?”<br />
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“I want to play Magic Dice. It won’t take long. You can’t play too long.”<br />
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“Okay.” Lindsay looked around. “Where do we play?” “Here on the floor.” Mia plopped into a sitting position on the hardwood floor. “You sit with me.”<br />
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“Okay.” Lindsay sat. “I’ve never heard of this game. How do you play?”<br />
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“We each take a dice.”<br />
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“A die,” Lindsay corrected. “One is a die, two are dice.”<br />
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“Oh.” The correction didn’t seem to bother Mia. “So, we each get a die. I get the big one so I get bigger. You get the small one so you get smaller.”<br />
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Lindsay smiled at her sister’s make-believe game. “But I don’t want to be smaller.”<br />
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“You have to roll both dice for the magic to work.” Mia’s green eyes were imploring.<br />
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Lindsay shrugged. “Give me my die.” She looked at both dice, tucking a strand of brown hair behind her ear. Her die was noticeably smaller than Mia’s. The dice looked handmade, and very old. “Where did you get these?”<br />
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“I found them digging in my garden.” Mia’s wavy blonde hair bounced around her head.<br />
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“They look it. Now what?”<br />
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“Now we just roll the dice,” Mia said.<br />
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Lindsay nodded. “Let’s roll.”<br />
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The two girls each rolled a one. “Snake eyes,” Lindsay clapped.<br />
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Mia shook her head. “We need to roll again. That’s not enough.”<br />
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Lindsay still didn’t understand this game, but went along. This time, Lindsay rolled a three and Mia a six.<br />
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Mia looked up at Lindsay. “That’s better. We can go again. Do you want to?”<br />
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“Why not?” They rolled again. This time, Lindsay rolled a two and Mia a one.<br />
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Lindsay tilted her head. “One more time?”<br />
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“Really?” Mia seemed genuinely surprised. “You’d let me be that big?”<br />
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“Sure.” Lindsay nodded. “Let’s roll.”<br />
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Mia rolled a three. Then Lindsay tossed a four.<br />
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Lindsay bounced once as she sat. “Wanna go again?”<br />
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Mia shook her head. “We can’t. You might get too little.” The little girl got up and kissed her big sister on the cheek. “Thanks, little sis.”<br />
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Lindsay smiled. “You’re welcome, big sis.”<br />
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Mia grabbed the dice and bounced out of the room.<br />
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Lindsay chuckled, then yawned. That hadn’t been too bad. Lindsay found herself getting very sleepy.<br />
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A few minutes later, Jennifer called up the stairs, saying dinner was ready. Lindsay put on her flip-flops. She staggered downstairs, eating very little while Mia scarfed down thirds.<br />
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As she went back upstairs, Lindsay’s flip-flops slipped off as she reached the top step. They seemed too big, and her form-fitting jeans seemed loose. So sleepy she couldn’t think straight, Lindsay collapsed onto bed, barely getting the covers over her before she passed out.<br />
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Early Saturday morning, Lindsay heard someone at her closet. She looked over groggily. “Hmm?”<br />
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“It’s just me. I’m just borrowing some clothes.”<br />
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The figure Lindsay saw through her sleep was tall and slim. She held up a t-shirt and some jeans.<br />
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“Hmm.” The figure glanced at her feet. “A little small, but it’ll have to do. And my feet are so big. I’ll have to make the flip-flops work ‘til I can figure out a replacement.”<br />
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The figure leaned down and kissed a sleepy Lindsay’s right cheek. “I love you, little sis. Thanks.”<br />
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Through the haze of her sleepiness, Lindsay knew the kiss. “Luv you, Mia.” She went back to sleep.<br />
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Avery Sterling just can’t seem to catch a break. Between her uncle being mysteriously murdered and dealing with tough co-workers she is assigned to find out what happened to her uncle. When she comes up with evidence to support the case, she is abruptly shot down for the lesser value of the evidence. She has decided to take the case into her own hands, desperately seeking answers. When she meets Sebastian, a seemingly insane man who knows a lot more then he’s leading on, she starts to discover new found information about her uncle and what he was really doing the night he was murdered. As she finds out more, the more she realizes how deep she’s getting herself into the world of mass destruction.<br />
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He took in a sharp breath and walked out onto the stage causing the room to erupt in applause. Adrian smiled, raising his hand up and waving lightly. He reached the podium where his speech sat and put his hands on either side.<br />
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The applause eventually died down and was replaced by silence. Adrian cleared his throat and shuffled his speech around, making some last-second reorganization possible. "Thank you all for coming," he started, gazing up at the large group of people in front of him.<br />
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"I am very honored to be speaking in front of such a large group of people who have the same life goal as me." He chuckled, moving his first paper away and looking down at the next. "As you all know, the S.S. leaders have made a few changes to this year’s plan. They have added things we have never done or even tried before." A quiet cough escaped the sea of heads.<br />
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"The idea was formed a while back that we needed to target the best police officers, detectives, and crime investigators in the United States. It surfaced in one meeting last year. Doug Burch, the leader of our society, was very pleased with this idea." The door opened, revealing a man dressed in all black. He stepped inside, closing the door quietly behind him. He backed quietly up to the wall and stood against it. This puzzled Adrian, but he went on.<br />
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"Now, I am here to represent that idea and present it all to you," Adrian stated, the ends of his lips tugging into a smirk. "I think it’s time this society left the control of the government." He spoke firmly, pounding his fist on the podium.<br />
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"The government trashed this society a while ago, giving up on us. They trained us like mice for experiments," he growled, feeling his insides begin to jump around with anger. "They trained us in order to kill, and they expect us to just forget everything they taught us? No!" he shouted, throwing his hands up in the air.<br />
"This society has grown larger and more elite than ever before, without the help of the government, and I think it’s time we made a mark, our mark. It’s time for the Stelophidial Society to make its mark and show them what we can do! I think it’s time we make ourselves known and make ourselves feared! This is our time to take over. This is the rebellion!" Adrian roared, sending the hall into loud cheers. He smirked to himself, satisfied with his speech.<br />
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What happened next, however, seemed to happen in slow motion. The lights were suddenly cut from the ballroom, sending it into complete darkness. Screams from women and angry yells filled the room. Adrian looked nervously over at Tom, whose eyes held confusion.<br />
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"Stelophidials!” a deep voice spat through the speakers. "If you wish to go through with the idea of straying from the government’s eyes, we will not hesitate to take you out," the voice threatened, causing everyone to grow silent. "However," the voice trailed on, "if you wish to reconsider the thought of straying, we will leave you in peace. We can forget this night ever occurred." The voice echoed.<br />
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The hall was overcome with soft whispers of controversy. Adrian shook his head angrily. "Please!" he spat loudly, making everyone go silent instantly. "Do you honestly think you, only one voice, can take out a room filled with hundreds of assassins? I think you should reconsider and reevaluate your deal." Adrian laughed, making the crowd chuckle.<br />
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The voice was quiet for a minute. "I will say this one more time," the voice finally spoke. "Reconsider the idea of straying from the government, and we will leave you in peace."<br />
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Adrian fumed. "No. We have thought this over too long; we will go through with this." There was a sound after he spoke. It was like a microphone being dropping or turned off. Then silence.<br />
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Suddenly, a gun fired, then again, then finally a third time. Soon enough, the sound of guns firing filled the room with a loud crack for every bullet. The cracks echoed throughout the hall, making everyone scream.<br />
Adrian felt his heart being to pound faster than normal. He looked to his side, expecting to see Tom. Instead, he saw an empty doorway to backstage. His palms grew sweaty, and his body shook. He quickly reached down into his boot and grabbed his pistol, snapping upward and holding the pistol forward into the darkness. A bullet hit the gun in his hand, forcing him to drop it.<br />
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E.J. Hinze is a 14 year old who was born in the southern part of Michigan, and currently lives in the eastern part of Texas. Writing is her passion and can't imagine the life she has ahead of her without it - as corney as that sounds. She's exploring with her genere's of writing at the moment, but mostly writes Fiction, Non-fiction, Fantasy and sometimes Supernatural. When she isn't writing, shes swallowed into the never ending pit of school work and studying. She also enjoys watching Netflix and munching on snacks or reading a fantastic book while nipping at baby carrots.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Lily had a crush on her brother’s best friend, Derek, for years – which led to their steamy night ten months ago in her bedroom. Now, she’s off to college and she and Derek are still going strong. However, when school starts, Lily realizes it’s hard to maintain a relationship, while also trying to live her own life. She and Derek find themselves falling apart and she has no idea where to turn.</span></div>
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Daltry writes erotica and romance that ranges from sweet to steamy. She moves
around a lot and has trouble committing to things. <i>Forget Me Not </i>is
her second full length novel, although she also has several story collections
and two novellas available. Her other novel, <i>Bitter Fruits</i>, was
available shortly, but is now in the contract phase with a major
publisher. When Sarah isn’t writing, she tends to waste a lot of time
checking Facebook for pictures of cats, shooting virtual zombies, and simply
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She and the love of her life, Justyn Patko, land a summer internship at a local dinner theater, performing the musical Hyde. While they are excited about their first paid acting gig, they soon find themselves surrounded by more experienced cast mates, jealous of their success. As if the tension isn’t bad enough, they soon discover that the business might be a front for something much more sinister.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Nova Williams has lost her one shot at Lieutenanthood and at love. Lieutenant Crophaven has promoted her rival, Andromeda, all because her lifemate, Sirius, sacrificed their mission to win back Andromeda’s love.</div>
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While sneaking out to prove Andromeda is a fake, Nova finds an alien ship hovering over their colony. Lieutenant Crophaven assigns her to a reconnaissance mission, giving her a second chance to redeem herself. Sirius must fly her and a research team to the vessel to decide if they are a threat. Thrown together with the lifemate that betrayed her, she battles with her own jealousy while her team battles for their lives.</div>
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I pulled myself back together. Everyone else was attending the ceremony on the ship. The thick hull, designed to protect us from deep space, blocked all sounds from the outside world. I was the only one who would have heard it. The only one who could investigate. I thought about going back for help, but every second I delayed, the source of the sound could disappear. Besides, I didn’t want the credit taken away from me. Not this time.</div>
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My heart stammered then beat into a frenzy. A massive ring of a ship, twice as large as the New Dawn, hovered over the jungle. Spires jutted from the top and the bottom, like a two-sided pin cushion. Blinking reddish lights adorned the ends. The hull was a dull gray shield of impenetrable metal with no sight panels or markings of any kind.</div>
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The buzzing sound made my eardrums throb. I pressed my nose up against the crystal ledge and peered over as my whole body shook. The lowest spire, thick as a nuclear reactor, lengthened from the belly of the ship until the tip hovered a meter from the jungle canopy. A trap door opened, and a beam of white light seared a hole in the foliage. The smell of burnt vines choked my throat, and I cowered against the side of the ledge.</div>
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Aubrie wrote in her junior high yearbook that she wanted to be "a concert flutist" when she grew up. She majored in flute performance at the University of New Hampshire on a full scholarship, then secured two teaching jobs at a University and a local community music school. While playing in orchestras and teaching, stories popped into her head, and she used them to make the music come alive for her flute students. Her students said they were so good, she had to write them down! Maybe they were right, who knows? Two careers seems to keep her busy. For now.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Rebecca unwound the silver ribbon. When she lifted the lid, she found two matching pendants, each laced to a long hemp chain. They were shaped sort of like seashells, with an endless spiral pattern that looped out from the center as the chambers grew larger. They were dark brown in color with a few hints of tan along the edges. The stones had been polished and smoothed on both sides, but when she lifted them, she could see that the two pieces fit together perfectly. She swore the halves fought to snap together, like magnets in her hand. There was an energy pulsing and vibrating within the stones that even a novice witch like Rebecca could feel.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">“It’s an ammonite.” Justyn lifted one of the pendants, brushed her hair to the side, and hooked the clasp around her neck. His breath tickled her skin as his hands moved with graceful dexterity, giving her goose bumps despite the humid August night. “They’re actually fossils that are millions of years old, named after Ammon, an ancient Egyptian deity. When they’re divided in half, they’re perfect mirrors of one another. Some cultures believe that if the two halves are given to lovers, it will bind them together forever. When made into necklaces, they’re often called soul mate pendants.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">“Wo-wow,” Rebecca stuttered. As usual, the sentiment behind Justyn’s gift was even more beautiful than the gift itself. It left her a little flustered. “That’s amazing. How do you know all this stuff?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Rebecca giggled as she lifted the hemp chain. She wasn’t nearly as graceful as Justyn. She almost dropped the necklace in the sand three times before she managed to get the clasp locked. When she finally had it secured, he placed his hand over her heart, where the ammonite lay. He did the same with her hands, lifting them to his chest. His dark eyes had lost all glimmer of humor. He met her gaze with a stare filled with genuine emotion. Beneath her fingers, she could feel the gentle, steady rhythm of his heart beating in perfect tune with her own.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">“Our love will span both space and time. In this life and the next, you shall be mine. All eternity I will be by your side. For a love so strong cannot be denied. Spirit and flesh merged into one. So mote it be, for all days to come.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Tara Len Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00942650107868102159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878708720122434897.post-58912136180963109022013-05-16T02:00:00.000-04:002013-05-16T02:00:06.612-04:00FREE on Amazon - Stag Hunt by Laura Deluca<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">In ancient Britannia, the warrior who brought down the king stag was named the defender of the land.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">Eartha’s brother Balen has been in love with Princess Galiene since they were children. Upon the death of the High King, the tribesmen of the realm vie for the throne, and with it, the hand of the fair princess.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">Balen is desperate to win his lady, but a rival tribesman is equally determined to keep them apart.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">With her brother, her dearest friend, and the country she loves all hanging in the balance, Eartha must do the unthinkable to ensure her brother’s victory in the stag hunt. Sometimes true love needs a helping hand...or some blood to be spilled.</span></span><br />
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Tara Len Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00942650107868102159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878708720122434897.post-49557865221078254852013-03-27T02:00:00.000-04:002013-03-27T02:00:02.556-04:00Jessica by Laura Deluca FREE on Amazon<span style="font-size: large;">
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Laura "Luna" DeLuca lives at the beautiful Jersey shore with her husband and three children. She has been writing stories for as long as she can remember. Old high school friends would tell you she was always scratching in her notebook instead of paying attention in class and the children she used to babysit for always loved to hear her scary stories at bedtime. In addition to writing fiction, Laura is also the sole author of a popular review blog called New Age Mama. She is an active member of her local pagan community, and has been studying Wicca for close to eight years. She loves writing young adult novels, because it keeps her young at heart. She is the author of three published works including Destiny, Destiny Unveiled, and Phantom, and has several more projects in the works.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Before Death to the Undead opens, tough teenager Krista’s parents are killed by the zombie horde, but she escapes to the safety of Florida. After her reunion with General Liet, a distant cousin, she moves with him to North Platte to help build a wall to keep the zombies in the West. Krista falls in love with Quinn, a survivor and fighter from the zombie-infested wildlands of the West, and together they free the garrison at North Platte from the power-hungry Liet.<br />
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Leea, a young woman from Oklahoma, engages in a heated sexting relationship with a man from Alaska. Lucan, on a hunt for his mate, advertised for a mail order bride. Leea, aware of the risks, is still drawn to the Ketchikan man and his nightly naughty texts. She believes she’s behaved shockingly via text, now she’s embarrassed by the explicitness she shared with this virtual stranger. When she arrives in Alaska, she encounters an absolutely gorgeous male. Overwhelmed, she’s suddenly inhibited by timidity. However, Lucan is patient and determined to reveal Leea’s inner siren. His unique instincts tell him that she's his.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Lucan is a local artist, a talented man. He’s part Native American with an extra component in his genes. Unknown to Leea, his honored ancestor passed a special gift to him.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Danny Fennchar is a short and somewhat pudgy teen prodigy wearing broken glasses who looks forward to attending his high school Prom in a few weeks, and to attending college. There is a problem, at least to Danny. He is diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis and thinks his future plans are totally messed up. He doesn't have a date and in fact, being home schooled most of his life, never had a date except for his mother… Danny is a shy and insecure 12th grader, until he meets Christine Dillon from his senior class, who is quite mature for her young age. Their romance blossoms.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Lilith Ross, in her grief, gets her wish but, when Eve returns, she sets hair-raising events in motion. Murder, suicide, lost children and the underworld come together in this dreamy reality tale and sort themselves out in a unique way.<o:p></o:p></div>
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with my chocolate. So for a candy bar, I’m a Reese’s cup or a Snicker’s bar
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">When I was a child, I wanted to be
an artist and writer when I ‘grew up’. But then, I began to grow up! Around the
time of middle school, I became interested in careers with more earning
potential. While I continued to write and create art throughout high school and
college, it was not something that I devoted much time to.<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">My interest in creativity zoomed
when I had my daughter in 2002. And in 2007, I began to seriously pursue
writing as more than just an every-now-and-then fancy. I’ve now written three
novels (two are published, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Emily’s House</i>
and <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Emily’s Trial</i>), and I’m currently
writing my fourth novel, Emily’s Heart.</span></b><span style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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book, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">A Wrinkle in Time</i>, around with
me through 5<span style="font-size: small;"><sup>th</sup> and 6<sup>th</sup> grade. I’ve always enjoyed books
with elements of magic or the paranormal. But when I was a kid, there weren’t
that many of those books (at least not in my small town school library).<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p> I</o:p></span></b><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">n high school, I read mostly
‘assigned reading’, but I enjoyed Dickens, Hawthorne and Shakespeare. I know – <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">serious </i>geek! Dickens, though, had the
most lasting impact on me in terms of the message of his works – social
justice.<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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George R.R. Martin’s <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Game of Thrones</i>
series. While I don’t intend to write high fantasy, I’m inspired by the
complexity of his plots and characters, and by his amazing world building. When
you read <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Game of Thrones</i>, you’re
immersed in George Martin’s world. I aspire to write books that leave my
readers feeling the same way – like they knew the fictional world completely,
and like the characters are real people.</span></b><span style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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influence you or encouraged you to be a writer? </span></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Not really. I won some small awards
for my writing, from first grade through high school. And while no one
discouraged me, there also wasn’t anyone cheerleading me to choose writing as a
career.<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">My intention to become a writer came
from within. It was something that was there as early as I can recall, but I
pushed it aside for a while as I pursued other things. But I’ve come back home
to writing, and it feels great! It’s never too late to pursue a dream.<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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writing atmosphere like?<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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when I crank up dance music and shake it loose! Sorry, no pictures of that.
It’s a private thing ;-)<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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from time-to-time and write in cafes or coffee shops. I wear head phones to
drown out conversations, but sometimes the energy of the people in the place is
helpful to spur on my creative thinking.</span></b><span style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">I truly enjoy all aspects of the
writing process – even revision! But my favorite is probably creating the first
draft. In the first draft, I’m exploring. Who are these characters? What do
they want? What motivates them? And the setting – what does it look like? Feel
like? Smell like? And what the heck is this book about?!<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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a significant amount of work exploring all of these questions in the planning
phase. But when I actually begin writing the draft, it changes. The characters
become more fleshed out – more real. And they begin to lead the story here and
there. A lot of what is vomited onto the page in the first draft will be cut.
But the first draft process is about discovery, and it’s just plain fun.</span></b><span style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Emily’s
Trial</span></i></b><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">, Book 2 of the Akasha Chronicles. Here’s a teaser from the
the first page:<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Cochin;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">“The Apocalypse didn’t
start with four horsemen, harbingers of the horror to come. It didn’t start
with a plague, or pestilence, or even zombies rising from the dead.<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Cochin;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">It came slowly and without warning. It crept up on people in the
shadows, no more than a vague darkness that spread like an unseen cancer.<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Cochin;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">And it wasn’t set into action by a divine hand. A teenage girl was the
catalyst for the End Times.<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Cochin;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">I should know. I’m the one that started it.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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you come up with the story line?<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">I had originally planned for <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Emily’s House</i> to be just one book. I’d
just finished writing the first draft of <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Emily’s
House</i> when I won a trip to Ireland! The serendipity of the prize was
amazing, because much of <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Emily’s House</i>
is set in Ireland and I’d never been there. Less than two weeks after finishing
the first draft, I was on a plane to Ireland!<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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for two more books, and all three titles popped into my head. Emily’s House,
Emily’s Trial, and Emily’s Heart. It was on that plane ride, at 35,000 feet,
that the story line for Emily’s Trial came to me. What if Emily and her friends
ended up in a world where nightmares came true? That was the story question
that came to me back in the fall of 2010.<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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draft of Emily’s Trial during NaNoWriMo in 2011, I had a lot of questions to
answer. How would they get into a world of nightmares? Who would be there with
her? What is this world and how was it created? And will she get out?! </span></b></div>
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character names just come to me. In the Akasha Chronicles series, the name of
the main character, Emily Adams, came to my while I was getting acupuncture!
And the names of her friends, Fanny and Jake, and her parents, Bridget and
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names of the characters in the ancient Celtic backstory and the names of the
mythical characters – those I research. For the Celtic names, I found a resource
online that had ancient Celtic names with their meanings. I used that list to
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popular names from the year the character was born and see what resonates with
me. In Book 3 of the Akasha Chronicles, Emily’s Heart, I have a new character
that is a really strong, hot but super sweet guy. I kicked quite a few names
around but when I saw the name Tristan, I knew it was the one. Tristan Fields.
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Two years ago, Emily’s journey began. She learned the ancient magic of her Celtic ancestors,and became a modern Celtic Priestess. The golden torc, forged by faerie hands, is still wound around her arm, fused to her soul. She was entrusted with powerful magic – secret knowledge.<br />
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I'm the one responsible for the Apocalypse. And this is the story of how I
unwittingly unlocked the door to the darkness; of how a Priestess of the Order
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Natalie is
the author of The Akasha Chronicles, a young adult fantasy trilogy. When not
writing, blogging, Facebooking, Tweeting, Wattpadding or eating chocolate,
Natalie nurtures her young daughter, feeds her dog too many treats, and can’t
resist watching Ancient Aliens, no matter how absurd the show becomes.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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enjoys travel, good wine, and excellent food shared with family and friends.
She was raised an Ohio farm girl, now lives in the desert Southwest, and dreams
of living in a high rise in a big city.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEkHbXhzpSP-FRaQkmASI9lGvefizGI3R3GdmaGVgY_T79lHTWzxi7ob_o9qQ7_TF7dgLI1JSXZ46xCSJaaQbl6aJ6miNuIKG9qZR2MKE-HJb0oDXXM7Fl-5EjWzhyphenhyphenc5bkVCTYNNWjD3Q/s1600/Colonization+VBT+Banner.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEkHbXhzpSP-FRaQkmASI9lGvefizGI3R3GdmaGVgY_T79lHTWzxi7ob_o9qQ7_TF7dgLI1JSXZ46xCSJaaQbl6aJ6miNuIKG9qZR2MKE-HJb0oDXXM7Fl-5EjWzhyphenhyphenc5bkVCTYNNWjD3Q/s320/Colonization+VBT+Banner.png" width="152" /></a><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Andromeda has spent all seventeen years of her life aboard a deep space transport vessel destined for a paradise planet. Her safe cocoon is about to break open as Paradise 21 looms only one month away, and she must take the aptitude tests to determine her role on the new world and her computer assigned lifemate. As a great-granddaughter of the Commander of the ship, she wants to live up to her family name. But, her forbidden love for her childhood friend, Sirius, distracts her and she fails the tests. The results place her in a menial role in the new colony and pair her with Corvus, “the oaf”.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">We were the only
people in the corridor, and the air thickened with static friction. He dropped
his head next to mine, our foreheads almost touching. “What a great adventure,
Annie.”</span></span><br />
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He glanced down at my quivering lips. Was he going
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We hung suspended for a small eternity. So many
emotions swirled through me at once, I couldn’t process all of them:
excitement, elation, fear. My conscience murmured one word. Forbidden.<br />
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I pulled my head back before it was too late,
feeling my heart tear. “You could have gotten us into trouble.”<br />
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his own feelings as well. “Just wait until we reach Paradise 21.”<br />
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a wall between us. Our assignments loomed in our future and soon there’d be no
more adventures. Not for the two of us, anyway. A hundred teens made up our
graduating class and the possibility we’d be matched together was slim,
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</span>Aubrie grew up watching the
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recite and reenact every single scene in her backyard. She also loved<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><i>The Goonies, Star Trek the Next
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Last Unicorn</i>. She still wonders why the unicorn decided to change back to a
unicorn in the end.<br />
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Aubrie wrote in her junior high yearbook that she wanted to be "a concert
flutist" when she grew up. She majored in flute performance at the
University of New Hampshire on a full scholarship, then secured two teaching
jobs at a University and a local community music school. While playing in
orchestras and teaching, stories popped into her head, and she used them to
make the music come alive for her flute students. Her students said they were
so good, she had to write them down! Maybe they were right, who knows? Two
careers seems to keep her busy. For now.<br />
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<br />Tara Len Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00942650107868102159noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878708720122434897.post-81986902216519512872012-11-29T01:00:00.000-05:002012-12-02T18:46:12.529-05:00GIVEAWAY: Over the Mountain and Back by Marie Aster
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Peter Bailey’s life is nopicnic. Peter’s gray existence changes unexpectedly
after he takes his new snowboard for a ride in the mountains of Colorado and is
stunned to find himself in Transadonia – a hidden world </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: Cambria;">that coexists alongside with the Earth.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: Cambria;">Lara Grover never listened to her elders, so warnings like “do not
talk to strangers” mean nothing to her. When a boy from an unknown world saves
her from an avalanche with the aid of a snow dragon, Lara is not stunned in the
least. Instead, she joins Peter on his quest to help him realize the purpose
behind his arrival to Transadonia. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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trickery, betrayals, and unexpected alliances.</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Unbeknownst to the rest of the
Earth, Transadonia had prospered peacefully for hundreds of years, yet recently
its serene existence was plagued with an unrelenting string of terrible
misfortunes that instilled panic and despair in all of Transadonia’s
inhabitants, both magical and human alike, as they desperately awaited an
answer to their troubles from the Chancellor. Even though the Chancellor was
not involved in the government affairs of Transadonia, his duties were just as
important as those of the king, if not more so, since he was the keeper of
Transadonia’s ancient mysteries. The Chancellor was in charge of overseeing the
University and the University Library, two of Transadonia’s most venerable
institutions that were located in the City of Light. <o:p></o:p></div>
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The jewel of Transadonia and its
founding city, the City of Light was an island, connected to the rest of the
country by a bridge and a network of ferries. Transadonia had been founded by
scholars who sought a place where they could practice sciences unhindered, and
the value of learning had always been in high esteem there; hence, the name -
the City of Light. It was the citadel of knowledge, and knowledge meant light.
Initially, the City of Light had been the capital, but as time passed, and
Transadonia’s realm grew, sprouting various industries that drove it away from
its scholarly roots, the capital was moved across the lake to the town of
Rigazom. The City of Light retained its paramount status and became a state
within a state. The king reigned in the capital and oversaw the government and
commerce matters of Transadonia, while the Chancellor resided in the City of
Light, had complete autonomy in the matters under his charge, and often acted
as a counselor to the king.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The Chancellor's name was Theodore
Libra. He was a tall, lean man with broad shoulders, and despite all the hours
that he had devoted to scholarly studies, his posture was perfectly straight,
and his gait was swift and powerful. For the Chancellor, the learning process
never stopped: some subjects took a lifetime to understand and master, and it
was the Chancellor’s duty to constantly enrich his wisdom. Many of the
disciplines that were wielded by the Chancellor had to be learned in solemn
pursuit of knowledge, the success of which was determined not only by one’s
willingness or ability, but also by one's intentions, since these were complex
subjects, and they could only be mastered fully by someone who would not misuse
this knowledge.<o:p></o:p></div>
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One of such subjects was reading
the Epistemon. The Epistemon, also referred to as the book of insight was one
of the most highly kept secrets of the Library. The Epistemon had the power to
answer any question, but the book would only answer questions of utmost
importance and only when the question was asked unselfishly. If the book
detected any falseness in the seeker's mind, its pages would not reveal the
answer and would remain blank. Furthermore, to receive the answer, the question
had to be framed correctly; otherwise, the book would ignore it and respond
with blank pages. Most importantly, it was up to the reader to understand the
book's advice and find the means to execute it, since receiving the answer was
only half the task. Afterwards, the wisdom of the advice had to be deciphered,
which was a formidable undertaking in itself. The Epistemon also served as a
history record of Transadonia. As each century came to a close, so did the
corresponding volume of the Epistemon. At the onset of a new century, the
completed book would spawn a new volume, and no one, not even the Chancellor
himself, knew what secret powers of the Epistemon enabled its constant
regeneration. It was said that it had to do with the magical origins of
Transadonia itself, and beyond that nothing else was known. The Epistemon
volume for each corresponding century was preserved with the utmost care in the
Library as official historical record that could never be altered, while the
new Epistemon volume would continue serving Transadonia. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">Thank you
very much for joining me for Over the Mountain and Back blog tour. The story of
Over the Mountain and Back began over twenty years ago when I was fourteen
years old and decided to write a novel as an anniversary gift for my parents.
It was going to be a fantasy adventure about a boy named Peter and a girl named
Lara set in a magical country, Transadonia. I remember writing studiously on
the pages of an ornate notebook I had acquired especially for the occasion.
Back then computers were not yet widely used, so I had to pay extra care to my
handwriting. A year later, Over the Mountain and Back was completed, or at
least I had thought so at the time. Needless to say my parents were very
surprised with their anniversary gift. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">Years passed;
I finished high school and went on to college. Lara’s and Peter’s story faded
from my mind, replaced by the hustles and bustles of everyday life. Then, one
day – the day that happened to be my thirtieth birthday, my parents presented
me with a gift: it was oblong in shape and wrapped in shiny paper. After I
opened the wrapping, I was stunned to find the long forgotten story I had
written all those years ago.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">Long story
short, after two years of extensive work, I rewrote and expanded Over the
Mountain and Back into a novel of 95,000 words. For me it had been an exciting
journey to be reunited with my old friends: Lara and Peter, Forest Witch
Ramona, Chancellor Libra, Bookbrownies, and, of course, Carnelion, among the
many others. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Tara Len Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00942650107868102159noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878708720122434897.post-37971688643326742262012-11-26T19:51:00.001-05:002012-11-26T19:51:48.851-05:00Interview and Giveaway: A Part to Play by Jennifer L. Fry<div style="text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj-3XVc7icT0K7lN3kiX2zZXbdNrVwNQzA4QQ5g9_cbWAajbx10oPt3YyoQSEjX0OSdtUs11FY141D0tVQLJS5CC0GuKvt9K4Mv2l8DTBhiG02WNUbCUZpDhUOTc8FJwho72qtKbo_WJ5R/s1600/VBT_APartToPlay_CoverBanner%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><br /></div>
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj-3XVc7icT0K7lN3kiX2zZXbdNrVwNQzA4QQ5g9_cbWAajbx10oPt3YyoQSEjX0OSdtUs11FY141D0tVQLJS5CC0GuKvt9K4Mv2l8DTBhiG02WNUbCUZpDhUOTc8FJwho72qtKbo_WJ5R/s1600/VBT_APartToPlay_CoverBanner%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj-3XVc7icT0K7lN3kiX2zZXbdNrVwNQzA4QQ5g9_cbWAajbx10oPt3YyoQSEjX0OSdtUs11FY141D0tVQLJS5CC0GuKvt9K4Mv2l8DTBhiG02WNUbCUZpDhUOTc8FJwho72qtKbo_WJ5R/s1600/VBT_APartToPlay_CoverBanner%5B1%5D.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Today I have author Jennifer L Fry here with me. Let's Get to lnow her a little better.</span><br />
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<span style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Jennifer, can you tell us a little about yourself?</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">I was born and lived in Texas until
I was nine. After a brief period in Colorado, my family moved to Salinas,
California, and I've lived in some part of California ever since. I truly am a
(Northern) California girl at heart despite my southern roots. I've been
writing stories since second grade, and although my attic is full of hundreds
of pages of writing, I never came close to finishing a piece until I put my
mind to writing my first novel, <i>A Part to Play.</i> </span></div>
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<span style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">My other passions are art and
teaching, both of which I do professionally. I met the love of my life when I
was only seventeen and we've been together ever since (coming up on fifteen
years). We don't have any children but we have two dogs and a cat so we have
plenty of adventures. And most recently, my husband and I started our own
business teaching after school and summer digital media arts classes. I hope
someday that the combination of writing and running my business will support me
so I can quit my 'day' job. Just gotta keep working hard to make that happen.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Do you prefer</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Milk chocolate or Dark? </span></div>
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<span style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Definitely a good quality dark
chocolate. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Coke or Pepsi?</span></div>
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<span style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Pepsi tastes overly sweet, so I like
Coke better.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p> </o:p></span><span style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Almond Joy or Mounds?</span></span></div>
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<span style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Neither, I'd rather have a Twix.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Romance or a Thriller?</span></div>
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<span style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">I love a good romance built into a
bigger story about personal change.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p> </o:p></span><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Mystery or Horror?<br />
Mysteries for sure. Some of my earliest reading favorites were Nancy Drew and
Hardy Boys mysteries. </span></div>
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<span style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Did you always want to be an author?<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">According to my parents, I've been
telling stories since I was old enough to talk, and writing stories since I
learned to put pencil to paper. Writing is very much a part of who I am and how
I experience the world, so I would say I have always had an innate passion for
writing. I've wanted to become a published author since I was in high school,
but I put that goal aside to pursue my interest in graphic design and teaching,
and now I've come back full circle.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">What authors had an impact on
you growing up and as an adult?</span></div>
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<span style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">I practically devoured books when I
was a kid – there are so many great authors it's difficult to list them all.
Lucy Maud Montgomery, William Pène du Bois, E. L. Konigsburg, Wilson Rawls, to
name a few. Now, John Green is the author I most admire. He writes these
amazingly sharp, spot-on young-adult novels that always leave me thinking
afterward. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p> </o:p></span><span style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Did anyone in your life
influence you or encouraged you to be a writer? </span></span></div>
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<span style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Many people did! Everyone around me
seemed to recognize my strong story-telling nature, and encouraged me to keep
at it. I remember receiving a book from one of my grandparents called <i>Writing
Your First Novel</i> when I was in eighth grade. I had a fantastic English
teacher in high school who recognized my potential, and also ways I needed to
grow. She gave me great books to read. She challenged me to put more depth in
my writing. I thought of her the day I received copies of my book in print, so
I looked her up and sent her a signed book to thank her for her help all those
years ago. And of course now, as people review my debut novel, their feedback
encourages me to keep at it!</span></span><br />
<span style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></span> </div>
<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p> </o:p></span><span style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">What is your
writing atmosphere like?</span></span></div>
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<span style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">A comfortable seat – the leather
chair in my library or the cozy couch in my living room. A laptop. A cup of hot
tea. And silence – I turn off my phone, close my email, and don't listen to
music. I need complete focus because when I write I am inside of the story.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">What is your favorite aspect or
writing? Your Least Favorite?<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">My absolute favorite part is writing
the first draft. That's when I can just let the story unfold organically. It
often feels like I am discovering the story as I write it – it's this
incredible feeling, as natural as breathing.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p> </o:p></span></div>
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<span style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">My biggest challenge is allowing the
words to flow without self-editing. I have to turn off the inner critic long
enough to tell the story that I want to tell – which takes a concerted effort
on my part.</span></span><br />
<span style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></span> </div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p> </o:p></span><span style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Your current book your
promoting is:</span></span></div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">A
Part to Play is about fifteen-year-old actress Lucy Carter who is sent away to
a prestigious performing arts boarding school to escape the complete breakdown
of her family; she is lost without the support of her parents, until she meets
a mysterious musician whose talent, passion and own insecurities teach her to
rediscover her love of being on stage and more importantly that she holds the
key to her own identity.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;"><o:p> </o:p></span><span style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">How did
you come up with the story line?</span></span></div>
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<span style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span><span style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">In planning <i>A Part to Play</i>, I
started with the emotional journey I wanted my main character to experience. I
knew immediately I wanted to write a young adult story, and I wanted my story
to have a strong message – that is, the importance of believing in oneself.
Then, to develop my plot, I thought of my most favorite stories of all time
from movies, plays, and books. One of these happens to be The Phantom of the
Opera. I didn't want my book to be a retelling of that classic story, but
rather I wanted it to draw inspiration from what I considered the most
captivating parts. I loved the mystery and the powerful role that music played
in the story; I also found the dark side of the Phantom intriguing.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">How do you choose
your characters names?</span></div>
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<span style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Naming characters is challenging,
especially last names. I start with names that I like because I figure I am
going to be writing and saying them frequently. Sometimes I try out names that
get changed in a later revision because I find that the name no longer fits the
character. Often, I will assign a moniker based on my personal associations
with that name, be it good or bad. And finally, I try to avoid using names of
people in my immediate circle of friends and family unless I am using it as a
tribute, mostly to avoid confusion.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;">~A Part to Play~</span></b><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaJ4jhxROHzrchCrxX0IdPVvHEmMIjsB1xw1OACkm7ouBwB99Bam-n70twRWXn1MRI7bJt_51QBNB6XZcJ3d10xSe4x36UVdIXC7apMn-VJ04q0MQqGvuh50TVBAugmILfdp3YW-HUBEPe/s1600/Cover_aPartToPlayFront.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaJ4jhxROHzrchCrxX0IdPVvHEmMIjsB1xw1OACkm7ouBwB99Bam-n70twRWXn1MRI7bJt_51QBNB6XZcJ3d10xSe4x36UVdIXC7apMn-VJ04q0MQqGvuh50TVBAugmILfdp3YW-HUBEPe/s200/Cover_aPartToPlayFront.jpg" width="133" /></a><span style="mso-fareast-font-family: Cambria;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">When fifteen-year-old actress Lucy Carter
loses her older sister in a car accident, her mother shuts down and her father
can’t hold the family together. Their only choice is to ship Lucy off to the
Edmond School for Performing Arts. But boarding school is no cure for Lucy’s
grief. With failing grades, wooden stage performances, and curfew violations,
Lucy is threatened with expulsion. For the once talented Lucy, it feels as
though she has nowhere to turn.</span></span><br />
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old heating system. The music leads her to a troubled but passionate songwriter
whose brilliance gives her the strength to perform like never before. Yet their
intense relationship puts Lucy in a precarious position: if she follows her
muse, will she lose herself? And if she breaks it off, can she stand on her own
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mind. It was her mother's favorite thing, an heirloom passed down from her
grandmother, usually found prominently displayed in the center of the dinner
table filled with freshly cut flowers. The girls weren't supposed to touch it.
About a month after Kate's funeral, dead flowers drooped over its edges, the
water inside a brownish slime. No one seemed to notice. Lucy returned home from
school one afternoon, the house silent per usual. She couldn't stand the sight
of the wilted bouquet for another second, so she dropped the flowers in the
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<span style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Her mother padded into the kitchen just as Lucy dried the
vase with a towel. She turned to look at her mother and suddenly the vase
slipped from her hands, shattering against the porcelain tile with a sound that
echoed through Lucy's very being. She cringed, waiting for her mother's
reaction. But there was hardly a flicker of acknowledgment, just a quiet sigh,
as her mother turned and left the room. Later that evening, her dad didn't even
mention the white gauze wrapped around Lucy's hand where she'd cut herself
cleaning up the glass fragments.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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home those months after the funeral, so she didn't see why they would be
worried about her grades now. Somewhere in the back of her mind, in a place
she'd nearly hidden from herself, she wanted to cry to her dad about how hard
it was being without them. But then anger welled up. Why did they care now,
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Jennifer L.
Fry is a writer, artist, and teacher in Marin County, California, where she
lives with her wonderful husband, two adorable dogs, and orange tabby cat.
Though she has been writing since she was young, A PART TO PLAY is her first
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home. Plus, she is different. She has power over fire, the ability to move
objects with her mind, and glimpse into the future. Just when she
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secret, has been tasked with guiding the heir of Tír Na NÓg through countless
perils to be returned to her family. Once Morrigan has been reunited with her
mother and grandmother, their triad can save the forgotten land of magic from
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dragon blood incense, and set them up in the corner of the room. She sat
cross-legged, and leaned forward to light them. No matches were necessary. No
lighter either. She simply touched her finger to the end of the wick, and with
an iridescent spark, the candle flickered to life. It shone at first with a
bright blue flame that gradually settled into a more normal orange. It was the
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few deep breaths to clear her mind of all thoughts but those of the magic she
intended to perform. Danu and Dagda sat on either side of her, instantly
falling into silence, as though they knew she needed her complete
concentration. Their energy beside her only seemed to add to the growing sense
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cards. As she did, she allowed her breathing to become more even. A silence
filled the room as the rest of the mortal world fell away. Soon the only sound
she heard was the light thump of her own heartbeat, echoed by the quicker, fast
paced beat of the cats’ hearts. She wasn’t sure how much time passed as the
cards slipped through her fingers. It might have been minutes. It might have
been hours. When she allowed herself to fall into a trance, time became
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were almost completely worn away. She had to shuffle gently to keep them from
crumbling to pieces in her hands. Yet they held a power that she knew no newer
cards could offer her. As she shuffled them, she focused her energy into them,
silently requesting to be given the answers she was seeking. She allowed the image of her mother to fill
her mind. When she finally felt the cards had fallen into the order they were
meant to be in, she placed the deck face down on the floor, and cut them with
her right hand. Then, taking one last, calming breath, she lifted the top card
from the pile. With a trembling hand, she laid it down and read it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> “Wheel of
Fortune,” she said aloud.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">In the center of card was a wheel. As she stared at
the picture, that wheel seemed to turn clockwise. The movements made her feel
slightly dizzy. The bedroom around her became more and more surreal. The scene on the card became her reality. The
figure of the sphinx that sat on top of the turning wheel looked so very real.
It might have turned its head to look at her. Its lips may or may not have
moved. Morrigan swore she heard a deep, resonating voice whispering the meaning
of the card into her ear. Destiny approaching. An unexpected and sudden change
was coming—change that could lead to good fortune.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">It was the card of fate and karma returned. It meant
that she needed to be prepared—to expect the unexpected. Morrigan knew the
cards were telling her something was going to happen—and soon. Her destiny,
whatever it was, was about to be realized. Even if it did bring fortune, it
still scared her to death. She considered packing up the cards right then and
there. Her rational mind had every intention of doing just that. Her hands
didn’t get the message her brain was sending. Before she knew what she was
doing, she had already flipped over the second card.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“The Empress,” she whispered. She exhaled deeply.
“My mother.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">It was the only interpretation imaginable. Even as
she said it, the pregnant woman, crowned with stars and adorned in a gown
decorated with pomegranates, turned to her and smiled. She was no longer a
vague featureless stranger, but the same woman Morrigan had sketched earlier
that day—a face that mirrored her own. It was an older version of herself,
which she saw in the reflection in the nearby full length mirror, had turned
chalk white.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">The Empress was a symbol of maternal power—of strong
feminine influence. But could it mean that her mother was returning? She had
never allowed herself to consider such a possibility. To dwell on something so
unlikely would have been too painful. But now, with just the flip of a card,
she found herself daring to dream. There was only one way to find out for sure.
She had to keep going with the reading.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> “Six of
Cups.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">The third card in the spread represented her past,
and even her immediate present. The six of cups specifically symbolized
childhood, and she was, technically, still a child. But she had a feeling that
her childhood was about to end quite abruptly. The cups in the picture were
lined up across a high stone wall, each cup holding the memories of her past. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Her past. It was nothing but a childhood filled with
longing—longings which were perhaps about to be fulfilled. She visualized
herself taking each cup down from the wall, and pouring the troubling memories
away. It was time to start fresh. A new world was about to open up for her. She
had known it as soon as she had seen the image of her mother’s face. But what
would that world be like? What was waiting for her in the future?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“The Knight of Wands.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">The man on the horse carrying the staff had her
baffled. Not because she didn’t know its normal meaning, but because as she
stared at the card, it began to take on the physical attributes of the knight
in her drawings. He had the same long dreadlocks, the same bewitching stare,
even the same cocky smile. The familiarity did not cancel out the meaning of
the card. The knight of wands was representative of a dark man filled with a
kind of honey-tongued charm. He was also fiery and arrogant, a man with a
definite possibility of a dark side. If the knight of wands was coming into her
life, she knew she needed to proceed with caution.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">She thought she was done with the fourth card, and
was preparing to move on to the next, when once again, she found she had lost
control of her body. This time, her hands refused to move, while her eyes
forced their way back to the knight in the card. She watched as the long haired
stranger began to move forward—wandering over various landscapes, some high
mountains, some meadows and fields ripe for the harvest. He kept looking back
over his shoulder, as though he were speaking to someone. He was on a journey,
and he wasn’t alone. Morrigan didn’t need to see his companion to know who it
must be.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">So, her journey would soon begin, and she wouldn’t
be traveling alone. She would have a guide. Whether or not that would be a good
thing was another question best left to the cards to answer. The next card told
her nothing she didn’t already know.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“The Moon,” she said. “Caution.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">It was a scary card. It warned of tricks and
illusions. The two howling wolves that stood under the moon looked back at her
menacingly, growling, showing their pointed fangs in a snarl. For the first
time since she began the reading, Danu and Dagda made their presence known by
lifting their heads and hissing threateningly in the direction of the beasts. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Even the cats sensed it. The journey she was about
to embark on wouldn’t be all fun and family reunions. There would be obstacles
and deceit, most likely from people she thought could be trusted. The moon was
a sign that danger was certainly awaiting her. In was an ominous omen.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“Shhhh.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">She hushed the hissing cats, and gave them each a
gentle stroke to try to settle them down, though she was far from settled
herself. Again she felt the urge to stop the spread. Her instincts were telling
her that no good was going to come out of this reading. She was only going to
scare herself. She should never have done it in the first place. When would she
learn that sometimes it was best to let life play out without interference or
prophetic warnings? Then again, she knew that to be forewarned might be her
only advantage. So with more bravery than she felt, Morrigan flipped over the
final card.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> “No . . . .”
she gasped when she looked down at the terrible, skeletal face. “Oh no.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">She should have known. She thought a part of her did
know even before she glanced down at the gruesome scene—a skeleton with a
scythe in a field of body parts. With the divination going in the direction it
was, what else could be the final outcome? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“Death,” she whispered. “Death.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">She knew that in most cases, the death card was a
symbol of personal transformation rather than literal death. But a deeper sense
of understanding told her that this time the card was meant to be taken
literally. She saw only glimpses and shadows in her mind. Brief flashes of
faces, some familiar, like her mother and the knight—some still strangers, like
a beautiful, almost angelic blonde woman in a flowing white gown. But around
them all, including herself, she saw the shadows of death.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Morrigan felt decidedly shaky as she gathered up her
tarot cards. She placed them securely in the bottom of her bag just as she
heard the door downstairs slam shut. The reading hadn’t made everything as
crystal clear as she had hoped, but one thing was certain. Her whole life was
about to change.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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attention in class and the children she used to babysit for always loved to
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active member of her local pagan community, and has been studying Wicca for
close to eight years. She loves writing young adult novels, because it
keeps her young at heart. She is the author of three published works including
Destiny, Destiny Unveiled, and Phantom, and has several more projects in the
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Tara Len Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00942650107868102159noreply@blogger.com188tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878708720122434897.post-8328209273915612222012-11-05T00:30:00.000-05:002012-11-05T00:30:03.626-05:00Blurb Blitz: Watch Me Disappear by Vanaskie Mulligan<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLyhJbkElKsyAUEd5no2DF0w6YRwNarHyF1BSIQML-aYWERB_2-1V0WTXyEBNE7lYu5gI36zb-8NpIe83xmYjsQs-_tQooW3_QIcUIJgvJLqpRv6mpj9dt0-8DqfZTBqKpwbLIBuqZodRD/s1600/BBT+Watch+Me+Disappear+Book+Cover+Banner+copy%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLyhJbkElKsyAUEd5no2DF0w6YRwNarHyF1BSIQML-aYWERB_2-1V0WTXyEBNE7lYu5gI36zb-8NpIe83xmYjsQs-_tQooW3_QIcUIJgvJLqpRv6mpj9dt0-8DqfZTBqKpwbLIBuqZodRD/s1600/BBT+Watch+Me+Disappear+Book+Cover+Banner+copy%5B1%5D.jpg" /></a><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: Cambria;">Lizzie knows it isn’t right to eavesdrop, but is it really
eavesdropping if her neighbor Maura makes all of her phone calls on her
parents’ pool deck in easy earshot of Lizzie’s backyard? And of course it’s
wrong to go snooping around on someone else’s computer, but is it Lizzie’s
fault that Maura keeps her computer turned on (and logged in to Facebook) all
the time?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: Cambria;">Lizzie Richard’s father has moved the family around every few years to
advance his career, so she has never had a chance to develop the kind of “BFF”
relationships she thinks most kids have. She’s bracing herself for another
lonely year at her third high school when her new neighbor Maura gets sick of
watching her little brother when she could be partying. Thanks to Maura’s
plotting, Lizzie becomes everyone’s new favorite babysitter. Seeing her
opportunity, Lizzie breaks her strict parents’ rules and uses Maura’s computer
to create a secret Email address and Facebook account. She is quickly friended
by Missy, a fellow transfer student as eager for a friend as she is. Things are
looking up for Lizzie until Maura’s ex-boyfriend Paul sets his eye on Missy.
Caught between her new best friend and the neighbor whose friendship promises
instant popularity, Lizzie doesn’t know what to do—because she’s fallen for
Paul, too.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">I like the makeup better when I put it on myself. I apply it
more lightly than they had, so it looks more natural. Try as I might, I’m not
very handy at hairstyling, though. I can’t seem to tease the roots as Katherine
instructed, and I have no luck with the up-dos they showed me. In the end,
Katherine produces a small set of scissors and, while I hold my breath, trims
some fringy bangs and layers, which we iron flat into a funky style. When we’re
done, I don’t look like me, but I look sort of good. And good thing, too,
because all the little pieces she cut are never going to fit into a ponytail.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“See,” Maura says. “That wasn’t so hard.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Maybe we should come raid your closet and see what we can
do with that,” Katherine says, laughing smugly. She has gotten a little
friendlier as the day has gone on. When I let her cut my hair, I think that
sealed the deal. She is willing to at least consider extending friendship to
me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“You won’t find much interesting in my closet,” I say.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“What, no secrets?” Maura asks, suddenly turning our
conversation away from the safe realm of appearances. My heart pounds. I’m not
ready for this kind of conversation. Is this where they turn on me?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“No,” I say. “No cute clothes or skeletons.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“How disappointing,” Maura says. “I thought there was a wild
child in you that we had yet to uncover.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p> </o:p></span><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“You’ve met my parents. They don’t allow much for wildness.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Exactly. Kids with strict parents are usually the ones who
let it all out when they step outside their parents’ grasp.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“I guess I’m still pretty much within their grasp,” I say.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Maura makes a tsk sound. “I thought for sure there was more
to you, Lizzie,” she says.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">I shrug. I wish there was more to me, too.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2PHOfcsSrvgn9NQK6GxbhzaEryuU-Ba9L7qYXNbsHuzdgWr6Lg7WjZ_vl9LyG_XpwkPtM266YRB_8uhPrxus3MPSdJ07HzDyZCEEk9RXSGRGlfCJYbjwtcsuTJB9yNzWWY2LBvJYlW0P_/s1600/headshot4cropped%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2PHOfcsSrvgn9NQK6GxbhzaEryuU-Ba9L7qYXNbsHuzdgWr6Lg7WjZ_vl9LyG_XpwkPtM266YRB_8uhPrxus3MPSdJ07HzDyZCEEk9RXSGRGlfCJYbjwtcsuTJB9yNzWWY2LBvJYlW0P_/s200/headshot4cropped%5B1%5D.jpg" width="175" /></a><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">Diane
Vanaskie Mulligan began writing Watch Me Disappear during an after-school
writing club she moderates for high school students. This is her first novel.
She holds a BA in American Studies from Mount Holyoke College and a Master’s
degree in teaching from Simmons College. When she isn’t teaching or writing,
she’s the managing editor at The Worcester Review and the director of The Betty
Curtis Worcester County Young Writers’ Conference. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You can also find her occasionally strumming
her guitar and singing at various bars in central Massachusetts, where she
lives with her husband.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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