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On her first visit to the
palace, sixteen-year-old Fia stumbles upon a
court intrigue. To keep the secret safe, the Chancellor sends her off
as apprentice to a famous, reclusive, mountain jeweler…
…And straight into adventure.
Discovering gems with deep secrets and
new friends with the same, Fia learns a whole lot more than just
making jewelry: when to trust a stranger, and when not to, why not to
try stealing from gem thieves; what heroism is; what royalty ought to
be; and that the mountains themselves can sometimes be the greatest
danger of all.
Is the legend of the Sunlight Stone true?
Will peace ever come to the war-torn neighboring kingdom?
Secrets. Sabotage. Murder. With Olayin House temporarily turned into a weapons
factory, Fia is confronted with the care of three refugee children,
an ill-timed visitor, a perplexingly brash messenger that she isn’t
quite sure what to think of, all while trying to keep her friend’s
secrets safe. But when dangerous accidents start to happen, the young
apprentice begins to tread a fine line of suspicion. Are saboteurs
out to nix the weapons works… and is the incognito crown prince in
mortal peril? Winter in the mountain house isn’t as cozy as her
apprenticeship was expected to be.
With her wealth of loyalist secrets, Fia’s position at Olayin House is
compromised. Now a potential danger to two countries, she is made a
ward of the king and sent away yet again; this time into the
grassland kingdom of Erlandia, but
her journey amongst the horse folk takes unexpected turns.
Trapped under siege, she faces two men from her past… one she fears might
murder her, and the other may die of plague unless she wins the
battle for his life.
And with the Sunlight Stone traded for troops, how long will Erlandia’s
peace last?
E. Kaiser
Writes was born into a family of readers, and got started on
storytelling around the age of four when her older siblings prompted
her into recounting an absolutely ridiculous account of a parallel
childhood. It was good for the family’s general entertainment, and
she discovered the thrill of making people laugh.
At the age of seven her mother read the
Hobbit aloud, and a fascination
with beautiful fantasy was born. At nine she came to the decision
that she wanted to be a writer, and set to reading rabidly to learn
the art. At thirteen she attempted her first novel, and it was eaten
in a computer’s demise.
Afterward, during her teenage years she tried very hard
at various times to stop writing all together.
Not succeeding, she at last gave in to her addiction, and wrote “for fun”.
Her first novel, Jeweler’s Apprentice, is a light-fantasy adventure for
teens. The shy, bookish heroine is thrust out on the first step
toward the adventure that awaits, and growing up. More books in this
series are expected.
When Larna was ready, they made their way back through the scenic little streets to the antiquary shop.
The little store seemed empty, even their footsteps refused to echo here.
“Hello?” Fia asked of the silence.
“Good day to you!” Thayne called and then his face appeared around a stack of old record books. “Oh,
it’s you two. I’ve found just the thing. In a minute!” And he disappeared again.
As they took up their seats again and prepared to wait for Thayne’s return, Fia picked up a book from
the stack she had set on the floor on her first visit.
“A Brief History of the North Kingdoms;” She read aloud. “…with six appendices, an index of all
battles, treaties, and declarations of war, in entirety.” She looked at Larna. “Brief?”
Larna shook her head. “I think we have that book in the library.” She smiled. “…If you’re interested.”
“Thanks.” Fia replied. “I think I’ll stick with listening to Andro tell it. Much, much, more interesting….
And shortened.”
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After sisters Annabelle and Maisie meet the gigglepuss outside on the
trampoline, they suddenly can’t stop giggling. Their dad has a hard
time believing they met a gigglepuss, calling it “mythical
nonsense.” But as time passes and they giggle harder and harder,
there’s no choice but to take them to the doctor, who provides an
unpleasant but effective remedy. Wonder who else in the family will
encounter that rascally gigglepuss?
When big sister Annabelle decides to go against Mom’s rules and take
little sister Maisie Grace for a ride in her pink Barbie Corvette,
she has no idea of the adventure that lies ahead! Join these
wandering sisters as they explore Miss Millie’s garden and fail to
obey the sign: Do NOT pick the Daisies! What will happen when
Maisie unknowingly plucks one daisy from the garden?
Julie Wenzlick is a retired English teacher who loves to rhyme. She began
writing poems and stories in second grade, and she loves to share her
books with elementary students in hopes of inspiring them to write
their own stories. Three of her books were inspired by her
granddaughters Annabelle and Maisie. She often gets the question from
her young audiences, “Did this REALLY happen?” Her book
“The Day Annabelle was Bitten by a Doodlebug” was chosen as
Honorable Mention in the Writer’s Digest Children’s Book category for
2017. Julie, who also writes songs to go with her books, produced her
original full-length musical comedy “Singles File,” in the
early 90s at three venues. You can find out more about her at
juliewenzlick.com
Khardine Gray is a contemporary romance author who lives in England with her
husband, two kids, and three crazy ferrets.
She is well traveled, cultured, and a woman with a passion for dancing
and ice skating.
When not writing you can catch her shopping, indulging on pizza and hot
chocolate, or hanging out with her family and friends.
No need to spend money on an airline ticket. Simply pick up one of
Khardine’s books to become immersed in the fascinating stories and
characters she creates.
I opened my eyes and swore I must have drifted into a dream because my gaze landed on Brad
Pitt walking into the bar.
Brad Pitt as in Legends of the Fall Brad Pitt, with the shoulder-length sleek blond hair parted on
the side and tucked behind his ear and the beard. Jesus, the beard that was neatly trimmed and
full-on sexy.
My eyes widened, and I blinked several times taking in the full vision of him.
Muscles pressed against the thin white cotton shirt he wore with the sleeves rolled up his thick
forearms. I could see the hint of a Celtic swirl snaking up his right arm, disappearing under the
fabric and reappearing at the base of his neck.
He was tall, tall and powerful looking, and just gorgeous.
Deliciously gorgeous.
Delicious? God, I was already losing my mind. And I was still staring.
He clocked on to me, zoomed in with a keen stare, but I looked away quickly, pretty certain that
I was in no state to attract any form of attention today.
Not that I thought I’d attract his attention anyway.
Brad Pitt? No, couldn’t have been. Sure, we were in L.A., but Brad Pitt hadn’t looked like that in
years. Legends of the Fall was a 1994 film I watched with Mom over a hundred times right from
the ages of seven to eleven. Enough to know the film word for word and develop an unhealthy
obsession with the actor and watch every single film he starred in. I also knew enough to know
that guy, although a pretty darn good dead ringer for Brad, was not him, because the last time
Brad Pitt probably sported that look with the long hair was when he did Troy back in 2004.
This was 2016. Many years had passed since, and while I still thought he was the best-looking
guy in the world, this guy here in the Fish Tale bar was a real blast from the past.
At least he made me forget my worries for all of two minutes.
“Can I have another one, please, and a bottle of red wine?” I asked my bartender friend as he
walked by.
“Sure thing.” He looked concerned now but nodded and went to get my drink.
He came back with the original cocktail glass, which held the martini and a bottle of red wine. I
downed the martini straight away and got that buzz in my brain I was searching for. It made my
skin sparkle like someone threw fairy dust on me.
I was about to open the bottle of wine when someone came up beside me. Too close. I turned
to look at the person and scowl, but as I looked up, all thoughts of scowling vanished from my
mind.
Mr. Brad Pitt look-alike beamed down at me with sharp blue, blue eyes that reminded me of the
sky in that in-between phase before nightfall. It was a dark blue like that, and against his blond
hair his eyes were striking and almost otherworldly.
“My lady, going to drink that by yourself?” he asked in a rich English accent that stole my breath
away, and all I could do was stare. I think that maybe I was drooling too, but I wasn’t sure.
There was a good chance I was, to my embarrassment, but my brain had turned to soup and
wasn’t able to function enough to care.
His lips arched into a smooth, sexy smile. “Want some company?” he added.
I nodded slowly. Thank God, I wasn’t stupid enough to turn him down.
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Heiress to the largest steel company in
America, twenty-year-old, socially
awkward Blaze Bledsoe hides out at Dessie Bishop’s farm. For the
last three years, Blaze has eluded one investigator after another,
but just when she thinks she’s safe, a PI closes in. Her luck is
about to run out in more ways than one.
A man running from his past…
Rance Keller, a tough, hard-living ex-con, fresh out of prison for a crime
he didn’t commit, arrives to claim the house his grandmother left
him. Finding a strange girl living there, his plans for a solitary
life take a turn. Her lack of modesty, no filter, and word of the day
fetish baffles him, but those big green eyes and sweet mouth have him
losing sleep.
Welcome to Bluebird, Texas
Where two damaged people with secrets, discover trust can lead to
passion.
Things just got hotter in Texas. Award-winning author Ann Everett returns
with another sizzling Bluebird, Texas romance.
Sometimes it takes losing everything…
True Shanahan must be the unluckiest woman in the world. Either that or
she’s cursed. After another failed relationship, True leaves Dallas
with a broken heart and new attitude. It’s time to walk on the wild
side. But when she makes a wrong turn and ends up in Bluebird, Texas,
the only man she wants is anything but reckless.
…to find all you’ve ever wanted.
Ritter Malone is the town’s favorite son and has the local hero awards to
prove it. Seems he’s always in the right place at the right time.
But when he crosses paths with True, his life takes a turn he never
sees coming. Her songwriting skills may be questionable, but her
ability to turn him inside out is indisputable.
Welcome to Bluebird, Texas.
Where a chance meeting gives two people a chance at love.
Award-
winning author, Ann Everett embraces her small town upbringing and thinks
Texans are some of the funniest people on earth. When speaking to
writing groups, businesses, book clubs, and non-profit organizations,
she incorporates her special brand of wit, making her programs on
marketing, self-publishing, and the benefits of laughter, informative and fun.
Ten things you won’t know about Ann by reading her bio:
She’s married to her high school sweetheart.
She loves shopping at thrift stores.
She doesn’t remember her first kiss.
She hates talking on the telephone.
A really sharp pencil makes her happy.
She secretly wants to get a tattoo.
She believes everyone should own at least one pair of cowboy boots.
Research is my second least favorite thing to do when it comes to writing. Right after marketing. Ooh,
that word makes me cringe. Oh well, that’s another story. Back to research. The question is: What kind of
research do you do before you begin writing a book?
None. What? That’s crazy. The key word in that question is before. I don’t do any at that point. It’s only
after I start the story the hours of research kick in. Oops, let me back up a bit.
If my story hinges on a medical question, then I do research that the easy way by asking Dr. D.P. Lyle.
He’s a cardiologist in California and dedicated to helping authors with medical questions.
He’s also an author and has worked as a story and technical consultant on shows such as Law & Order,
CSI: Miami, Diagnosis Murder, Mond, Judging Amy, Cold Case, Peacemakers, House, Medium, and 1-
800-Missing.
I can email him my query, and he’ll answer quickly. Usually within the next few hours.
If I have a question concerning police procedure, I met a detective at a writer’s conference who agreed to
help me with those. That’s two great sources, and I appreciate them.
For everything else, I have to depend on the internet. It’s a long and tedious job. Sometimes I’ll spend
hours trying to find out how a certain country looks, what food they eat, how they dress, what type of
houses they live in, etc., etc., etc. Oh, and guess what? Much of what I discover, doesn’t get used.
Sometimes, I’ll write a whole chapter about something only to cut it in the end! That drives me nuts.
For Chirp, since she is on the spectrum, I had to find everything I could concerning Aspergers. That was
just one feature of the story I researched.
Although I learn quite a bit when I explore new subjects, it still wears me out and takes time away from
my writing. However, even in fiction, facts have to be correct. If they aren’t, readers call you out on them.
So, it’s worth the time I put in.
“My word of the day. I didn’t use it.” Her heart sped up. “Never mind. How was your day?
How is the building going? Can I help with anything? Are you interested in going to a banquet?”
The last question squeaked out because her mouth had gone dry. She reached for her glass of
water and gulped.
He laid down his fork and half-smiled. “What’s the word?”
She looked away. “Uxorial.”
“Hmm. What’s it mean?”
“Befitting of a wife.”
“Can’t help you there, but even if I could, it wouldn’t count, would it? I mean you have to
come up with the sentence on your own, right?”
“Yeah.”
“They got the john working in the new bathroom, so I won’t have to use yours anymore.
As for you helping, maybe when the rooms are ready to paint, I’ll let you pitch in. And this
spaghetti is delicious.”
He took another bite, and she thought he was finished talking. Better he ignored the
banquet question. She shouldn’t have listened to Hanna.
He leaned back and rested his hands on the chair arms. “Hey, look at me.”
She raised her eyes to his and braced.
“Is talking to me making you uncomfortable?”
She wanted to answer but couldn’t get the words out, so she nodded.
“You’re not afraid of me, are you?”
That was a good question. She had been when he had the nightmare. But not since then.
She lowered her head. “No, but talking is hard.”
He reached over and placed his finger under her chin and tilted it up. “I want to
understand— so explain it.”
His gentle touch and the tenderness in his tone surprised her. A little jolt of electricity
caused her cheeks to warm. “I don’t always say the right thing.”
“Well, you can say anything around me. If I don’t get it, I’ll tell you. Okay?”
“Okay.”
“Now, about this banquet.”
“It’s a work thing. Golden anniversary.”
“And the dress code? Date? Time?”
“Oh, it’s not a date. It’s a plus one.”
He laughed. “I meant the date of the event.”
Blaze’s face flamed, and she turned away again. “See what I mean?”
“I wasn’t laughing at you. Your answer was cute.”
“Oh,” she said. “Two weeks from Friday. Dressy casual. Seven in the evening.”
“I’ll have to check my social calendar.”
“All right.” She scooted her chair away, but before she stood, he caught her wrist.
“That was a joke. You know I don’t have a social calendar.”
She pulled her hand free. She appreciated his attempt to let her down easy, but she’d been
right. This was a bad idea. “I know you don’t like me, so you don’t have to go.”
“Whoa. I’ve never said that.”
He frowned, and an odd sensation churned in her stomach. Longing. Desire for his
approval. What was that about? She searched for something to say but came up short. An
awkward silence hung between them until finally, she found her voice. “I’m not dumb. I know
I’m odd, and people don’t like different.”
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Young Jennifer Dash leaves her Louisiana home in search of the key to life.
Her quest begins humbly enough amidst the swamps of the Pelican
state, but forces beyond her control will propel her past many
nations, oceans, cultures, and fairy tales… to the very limits of
reason and myth itself. Written as an adventure saga, what begins in
a whimper is destined to end with a bang.
In Part
One, you’ll be submerged into a maelstrom of underground mobs,
charming love interests, mythical sea monsters, religious theme
parks, and relentless adventure.
Young Jennifer Dash left her home with
ambition. She wanted to discover the
purpose of life. Big stuff. But a crazy truck driver, an underground
homeless society, and a Catholic theme park with a secret kept Jenn
distracted. Now she’s finally on the right path. She’s joined the
crew of the adventure schooner Orion, a ship of scientific geniuses
bent on discovering the deepest truths of reality.
Will Jenn find what she’s looking for?
Or will the madness of a few turn her world upside down?
Long is the way and hard, that out of darkness, leads into light.
Jennifer Dash is hunting for a way to fix the world, and herself. From
Fox-masks, to secret orphan bunkers, to a New Zealand skyscraper
culling, to a ravenous Wendigo, this third part of Jenn’s harrowing
adventure takes her past the boundaries of science, and straight into
the dragon’s lair of mythological nightmares. Can Jenn solve the
world before Leviathan awakes?
Dante has lived in multiple places. In each of those places, he has read to
his dog. She doesn’t seem to mind, but Dante is suspicious that she’s
not actually very interested in what he has to say. You have to
understand, Dante’s dog can’t read. So he has to read aloud to her.
He hopes that you can read for yourself, and that maybe you’ll read
the things that he’s read aloud to his dog. Maybe you’ll be more
interested in the things Dante has written and read aloud than the dog is.
Solve the World: Part One
Excerpt from Chapter 3
First was the smell. The reek of bourbon and filth wafted off of Dolores.
“Dolores Burdern at your…” Jenn outstretched her hand waiting for the driver to finish her
sentence.
“You know they call me just Doll. Doll. Like a toy. Like a toy doll.”
“Hi, Ms. Burdern. I’m Jenn.”
“Just Doll. Call me… Doll. What’s…” Vacant eyes.
“Why am I out on the road? That’s a tricky question. I’m uh…” Jenn paused realizing she cut-off
Doll, and that maybe she had guessed wrong as to what Doll wanted to ask.
“You remind me of my daughter.”
Jenn smiled, figuring that the comment should be flattering, though she didn’t particularly feel
flattered to be thought of as having any resemblance to this woman. “Your daughter. Is she my
age?”
“Do you believe in the Pied Piper?”
“The Pied Piper? Like the old fairy-tale?” Jenn wasn’t sure where she had heard the old folk
legend,
but it was rattling around in her memory banks nonetheless. “I’ve never thought about it.”
“He’s real. Let me tell you.”
The weird topic would have intrigued Jenn had Doll been a less aloof conversationalist.
“Yup. He’s real.”
“How do you know?”
“He took my daughter.”
At that, Jenn’s stomach dropped. She barely choked out a response. “Really?”
“At Hamelin, in Germany. He took 130 children. It’s true. The town… is real. It’s all real.” Gut
twisting and rolling. Jenn’s intuition told her not to question this, not to let the conversation
remain. She
fell into silence. Doll picked up the space all on her own. “I forget where I was. Some back road
like
this one. I had driven all night. I happened to have overslept during the day, so I was driving
extra long
to make up… time… make up time. Sure, I was tired. But I tell you this! I tell you!… I was not
boozing
or on acid or pills or maryjane or anything, nothing, I was clean then, really, I had to be, for
Chloe,
that’s my girl, Chloe, yeah… I bet she does look like you now…”
Johnny Paxwell was far, far preferable to this. Why did he have to kick her out like that? Jenn
imagined herself a hundred miles down the road, enjoying a silent glide through the dark
evening. A
hundred miles closer to the sea. A hundred miles further away from this Burden. Instead here
she was,
stuck with crazy-smellbad lady. Doll. She was certainly no Barbie. A picture of one of her old
dolls
fizzled into Jenn’s mind. It was nothing but a head, with almost all its hair ripped out and an eye
missing. That’s the type of doll this Doll was. Missing significant parts of its being. Jenn’s mean
thought produced an involuntary chuckle.
Doll took notice. “What are you laughing at? Yeah, it was funny. I’m sure it was. If you’d seen
me
then. There. Dancing like there was no tomorrow. So like I said, I was driving deep into the
night. Out
of nowhere… Out of nowhere arose this Eeeenormous campfire. It was marvelous. Beautiful.
Exquisite.
I can see it now. It started like most fires, orange bands dancing in the breeze with blue roots
leading to
the undergrowth… But… but it changed. Flickered. And it flickered not like regular fire flickers. It
flickered a flicker, flicker, flicker, flicker of color. Green. Yes. Green flickers in the center of the
night
orange sky. Brilliant and vivid. I wanted to be a part of it. I couldn’t resist it. It was calling me.”
Jenn imagined green fire. She visualized the flames like limbs on a tree, twisting and turning,
this
way and that. She had to admit the image was seductive.
“I pulled over. Got outta the truck. I didn’t say hi to no one. I just danced. I just danced. I just
danced. I just. Danced. It was so much fun. I hadn’t had fun in so long. You don’t get to have fun
when
you’ve got a child at home and you’re always behind the wheel. You never get time like that.
Just time
to have fun. To dance.”
Doll turned the upper half of her body towards Jenn. They locked eyes. Jenn was too afraid to
dart
her eyes elsewhere. She was trapped in the crazy lady’s gaze.
“Now I gotcha…”
What did that mean! Jenn held her breath.
“Gotcha… that’s what the fire said to me. To all of us. You ask me how many people were there
with
the fire. Hell, I don’t know. Maybe a hundred. Maybe a thousand. Maybe ten. Maybe five. I could
have
even been alone, except that I saw others handcuffed and arrested too. I knew then I wasn’t the
only
one. And I wasn’t the only one in the moment either. We were all one, and we were all many.
One body
with many parts.”
Doll coughed a wheezing, guttural cough. But still, even whilst hacking her lungs out, Doll
somehow managed to keep her eyes fixed on the young girl trapped beside her. The young,
attractive
girl. “Hand me my water bottle, would you?”
Happy to do anything that meant she could break from the moment, Jenn grabbed a bottle from
a
cup holder beside her. It reeked of vodka. Doll grabbed it from her hand and took a big chug.
“Thanks, toots.”
“Uh, you’re welcome.”
“We danced and danced. I ripped off all my clothes. Yeah, I was naked. I wanted to show that
night
flame everything I had.” Long pause. “I saw one guy writhing on the ground sometime after
daybreak.
A bunch of others lay on the ground too. When they came and took us, I went to the hospital. I
had an
IV drip for four days afterwards. I was just there, laying in the gurney all day with my hands
cuffed to
the bed. Why did they have to handcuff me? What was I going to do?”
The story barely made sense. Jenn’s curiosity got the best of her. “Wait, what exactly
happened?
How did you end up in the hospital?”
“Oh, it was worse than all that! I did two weeks in prison before being sent to a, and I quote,
‘Adjustment Center for the Mentally Unfit’. Have you ever heard of such a thing? I sure as hell
hadn’t!
Can you believe the things people make up? They fed me nothing but Butabarbital for six
weeks. SIX
WEEKS! And then six months before I was finally out of there. But it was too late by then… too
late,
too late, too late… My beautiful princess was already gone.”
“She disappeared?”
“I told you already, the Piper took ‘er. That’s what happened. It’s been a thousand years, so you
better
believe he doesn’t just play his little whistle or flute or kazoo or whatever anymore. He’s
evolved.”
“The fire. Are you saying he was the fire?”
“They call it Saint Vitus’ Dance. You can look it up. It’s historical too. Just like Hamelin.”
A road sign read ‘Lake Charles 5 miles’. Jenn audibly sighed relief. She would politely get out
there
and be free of this witchy woman. “So your daughter did disappear?”
“People have got to read their histories. It’s all there. It’s all in the cards, as they like to say….
You
would do good for your pretty little face if you read more history. You don’t know about St. Vitus’
Dance, do you?”
“No, ma’am.”
“And I bet you didn’t know Pied Piper was real, did you?”
“No ma’am. You could drop me off anywhere in Lake Charles.” Jenn felt Doll’s eyes on her and
felt
like she needed to explain herself. “I think I’ll stay there tonight. I’m really tired.”
“Why don’t you stay with me a little while longer? You can sleep here. People say they sleep
great
when they’re with me. You remind me of my daughter.”
“I wouldn’t be comfortable doing that.”
“My daughter left. You can stay. It’s like an exchange.”
“I’m not your daughter, Doll.”
“HE HAD NO RIGHT TO TAKE HER FROM ME!” Jenn tore off her buckle and squirmed to the
edge of the truck, her back pressed up against the door. Her fingers felt for the handle.
“I’ll get out right here at this stop sign coming up, thank you.”
Doll said nothing for a moment before muttering, “Just because he’s her father.”
“Please slow down. The stop sign is right there! Please slow down. STOP!”
“WELL, I’M HER MOTHER! I DON’T CARE IF SHE’S AFRAID OF ME!” At 65 miles an hour,
Doll sailed through the stop sign. In the midst of the intersection, she turned to Jenn and stated
calmly,
“I don’t care if you’re afraid of me.”
Jenn was silent. And petrified. She counted in her head.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four. Would she be okay if she jumped out? How hard would she hit the ground? Would Doll
follow? Would she run her over?
Five.
Jenn, pressing against the window, wedged her body weight against the door and suddenly,
with
decisive terror, kicked Doll hard in the side.
Doll screamed and hit the brakes hard. Jenn splattered against the front window, and then
collapsed
back towards her seat.
Six.
Seven.
Eight. Jenn was frozen.
Nine.
Ten.
Eleven. Wait – the truck is stopped. The truck is stopped. Jenn squirmed around trying to get
her
bearings. Her head lay down towards the bottom of the door. Somehow she managed to yank
the door
open. She fell out like a Barbie doll, landing on her face at a forty-five degree angle.
Twelve.
Thirteen.
Fourteen. Jenn got up. She peered at her kidnapper. Doll sat frozen in her seat. One hand
holding her
bruised side in place. The other on the steering wheel. Her face remained resolute. Her eyes
frozen
somewhere in front of her.
Delirious but alive, Jenn took a step. Away from the truck. Away from that dreadful woman. Was
she
going to chase her? Was the worst not yet over? Was she not yet safe? Was the spirit of the
Piper out to
snatch her up?
Fifteen.
Sixteen.
Seventeen. Ten paces away, and the truck still remained. Not moving. Nothing. Jenn couldn’t
see
Doll from her angle. She didn’t have to. She knew she was still entranced. Staring at a glorious
green
flame in her mind.
Wetness touched her lips. She brought her hand to her lips. Wet indeed. She tried to look at it,
but
there wasn’t enough light to see anything. She put her finger in her mouth and knew. Blood.
Blood was
racing down her face.
Eighteen.
Nineteen. Jenn saw a light maybe half a mile off. She stumbled towards it. So tired. So scared.
A
drugstore. It’s a drugstore. I’ll go there.
Twenty.
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