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[Mom:] “Way back before you were born, Calla and Persephone and I were messing around with things we probably shouldn’t have been messing around with ——”
[Blue:] “Drugs?”
[Mom:] “Rituals. Are you messing around with drugs?”
[Blue:] “No. But maybe rituals.”
[Mom:] “Drugs may be better.”
[Blue:] “I’m not interested in them. Their effects are proven –— where’s the fun in that? Tell me more.”
The high ceiling soared above them, exposed iron beams holding up the roof. Gansey’s invented apartment was a dreamer’s laboratory. The entire second floor, thousands of square feet, spread out before them. Two of the walls were made up of old windows —– dozens of tiny warped panes, except for a few clear ones Gansey had replaced –— and the other two walls were covered with maps: the mountains of Virginia, of Wales, of Europe. Marker lines arced across each of them. Across the floor, a telescope peered at the western sky; at its feet lay piles of arcane electronics meant to measure magnetic activity.
And everywhere, everywhere, there were books. Not the tidy stacks of an intellectual attempting to impress, but the slumping piles of a scholar obsessed. Some of the books weren’t in English. Some of the books were dictionaries for the languages that some of the other books were in. Some of the books were actually Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Editions.
I want to believe that despite all the evidence to the contrary, there is a reason to hope… I want to believe that even though I hope for things that are so magnanimous (good OED word, huh?), I am not a bad person because what I really want to believe in is purely selfish.
I want to believe there is somebody out there just for me. I want to believe that I exist to be there for that somebody… Belief. That’s what I want for Christmas. Look it up. Maybe there’s more meaning there than I understand. Maybe you could explain it to me?
We believe in the wrong things… That’s what frustrates me the most. Not the lack of belief, but the belief in the wrong things. You want meaning? Well, the meanings are out there. We’re just so damn good at reading them wrong…
Author Bio from Goodreads:
I am an avid reader that loves my collection of books. Writing has always been a passion of mine and now I am glad that I get to share my passion with the world. I live in North Carolina and I absolutely love being a southern girl. I spent several years in college starting out with a major in Psychology and then switching to dental. I worked in the dental field for eight years and then decided to stay home with my two beautiful girls.
I spent the beginning of my reading years reading suspense thrillers, but now I can't get away from the paranormal/fantasy books. I knew ever since then that if I wrote anything it would be in a paranormal aspect. Now that I have started on my passion and began writing, you will not see me go anywhere without a notebook and pen.
He leans down, lips parted, and then our lips connect……….We didn’t know that this one kiss has FOREVER changed the Land of the Fae.
According to the Prophecy proclaimed many years ago, Princess Calista of the Summer Court is destined to change the Land of the Fae from the evil determined to destroy it. Her powers are phenomenal, and she secretly trains for battle with her handsome warrior friend, Merrick, who unbeknownst to her protects her heart as well, in hopes of keeping it for himself. At least, until the seductive Prince Ryder attends the Guardian Ceremony and instantly sends a fire burning through her veins and a connection so deep they both discover a love above anything imaginable.
No one knows how Calista is destined to change the kingdoms, but there is one that does. He not only craves Calista’s power, but her body as well, and his goal is to steal her power, make her his Dark Queen, and take over the Land of the Fae.
Will the evil succeed in claiming Calista’s soul? Or will the two men that fight for her heart save her from despair, and help her fulfill her destiny to become what she was meant to be.
***Warning: this book contains graphic language, sex, and violence. Mature readers only. Not intended for young adult readers.***
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I open the door and peek inside, checking for traps, fly-away experiments, and explosive devices, before sneaking in.
The piano in the music room to my right plays me a Welcome Home fanfare—Dad modified it last year as a Christmas present for Mom so that it plays by itself—and to the left, books piled up on every conceivable surface, the parlor has been remade into a library.
I tiptoe past Mom’s solarium (which used to be the library), but Eva, the gigantic Venus fly trap, seems to be sleeping. She is so large she can reach through the doors and snatch me up, and though I’m too big to fit in her mouth, it doesn’t stop her from trying. Dad put locks on the French doors to keep her inside, but then she learned how to unlock them.
He gave her a right good scolding when she nearly scared the church ladies visiting for tea, but Eva only listens to Mom and so she pouted in the corner, turning her back on him.
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I’M CLEAN. MY hands glow, and my skin is soft against the robe. Like the woman in the water, a light burns inside me, radiating through my skin. I search for the beautiful lady, but only priestesses surround me now.
“What's your name, child?” The priestess’s voice is gentle and kind. Not quiet and good. But I don't want to be quiet and good anymore.
I lift my chin and smile. “My name is Peaches.”
“Welcome, Peaches, daughter of Araphia, goddess of light.”
“What happened to me?” I glance back at the other side of the pool where my dress and the filth have been washed away. How much was real? How much an illusion?
The priestess crouches down in front of me. Her eyes twinkle as she tucks a strand of her ginger hair—fallen from the tight bun at the nape of her neck—behind her ear. “We all have wounds, inflicted on us by others. Some by well-meaning people with callous words. Others by the evil-spirited who want to destroy all that is beautiful. Some by the jealous and envious. Others by those who mean to encourage, but lash out with critical tongues. The goddess has drained the poison from your wounds and brought healing to your heart.”
For the first time, I am whole.
--Excerpt from Daughter of the Goddess
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