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BOOK DESCRIPTION (FATE)
BOOK DESCRIPTION (FATE)
Fate Series
In a world where destiny is carved by ancient powers, Isabelle's life is anything but ordinary.
As she discovers her lineage as the heir to an ancient, mystical order, she is thrust into a battle that spans across realms. In Fate Not Chosen, Isabelle must navigate the treacherous politics of her kingdom while coming to terms with the unimaginable power that resides within
her. But as the forces of darkness close in, Isabelle's journey only becomes more perilous. In Fate Challenged, she faces not only enemies from without but also the doubts and fears that threaten to tear her apart from within. Betrayals and secrets emerge, testing her strength and resolve as she fights to protect those she loves.
The saga reaches its breathtaking conclusion in Fate Conquered, where Isabelle must confront the ultimate evil threatening to destroy her world. With the fate of both her kingdom and her heart on the line, Isabelle discovers that true power lies not in destiny, but in the choices she makes.
This epic trilogy
weaves a tale of love, betrayal, and the courage to forge your own path, even when fate says otherwise. Perfect for fans of high-stakes adventure and unforgettable heroines, this series will leave you breathless until the very last page.
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FATE NOT CHOSEN (BOOK ONE)
CHAPTER ONE:
"You’re not blocking fast enough!” Nathan paced, his boots crushing the dry grass. He pointed his sword at my chest. “If this were a real fight, you’d be dead quicker than a jackrabbit can jump for cover. Come on, Isabelle! Put those skinny arms to good use, and block!” He swung the blade toward me, his muscles bulging through the thin cotton shirt.
“Give me a break,” I said as I fended off his attack. “We put the final touches on my sword yesterday. I’m not used to it yet.” I stepped backward, light on my feet, and rubbed my forehead. The morning had just begun, and I could already tell that today was going to be a scorcher.
“Oh, poor Isabelle …” Nathan mocked, putting a hand over his heart. “Does the delicate little thing want me to go easier?” He spoke as if I were a baby, not seventeen years old.
Grinning through his red beard, he pushed a few strands of hair away from his blue eyes. Sweat dripped off his brow, sliding down his round face and falling into his beard, but it didn’t deter him. Nothing ever did. Nathan was as hard as granite, and I envied his ability to stay strong through all kinds of circumstances.
I laughed, wrapping my fingers tighter against the leather handle. “Go easier? Never.” Squinting my eyes against the sun, I shifted and danced on the balls of my feet.
“That’s my girl!” Nathan’s blue eyes lit up as he surged forward, his blade coming down on me.
This time, I felt ready and blocked with fierce determination.
“That’s better.” He nodded approvingly, stepping back.
“Hey, Iz!”
I turned around and grinned. “Stefan!” I sheathed my weapon and ran through the garden, carefully navigating through the row of carrots to the dirt road. Stefan opened his arms wide, enveloping me in a warm hug as I reached him. We broke apart and held each other at arm’s length, wearing matching sloppy grins.
“Fencing on Gods Day? You never cease to surprise me,” Stefan said.
“You always work on Gods Day; what’s the difference?” I asked.
“Mail waits for no one.” He shrugged nonchalantly.
We measured our days in increments of seven. On First Day through Fifth Day, we worked, followed by Kings Day and Gods Day. On Kings Day people petitioned their leaders about problems they faced. On Gods Day, everyone visited family, feasted, or prayed to the Gods in the temples. Many considered Gods Day a day of rest and relaxation.
“What are you doing here?” I asked. “Why aren’t you at work with Mr. Travers?”
Stefan pushed his dirty blonde hair back from his pale blue eyes and grinned. “Mr. Travers sent me on a special assignment. I’ve got a delivery just for you.”
“Special assignment?” I raised my eyebrows. “More like you begged.”
He laughed and kicked at the tall grass growing on the edge of the dirt road. “All right, you caught me.”
“I’m glad you did. It’s so nice to see you,” I answered delightedly, letting my hands fall down to my sides. “I didn’t think I’d get to see you until Mava’s celebration tonight.” Stefan was like a ray of sunshine, and I couldn’t help but feel happy around him.
He grinned and opened the flap of his leather bag, pulling out a medium-size parcel wrapped with twine and stamped with a red seal. He handed it to me.
“What is it?” I tilted my head with confusion as I accepted the package.
Stefan shrugged. “I don’t know. Mr. Travers said a new post rider came thundering in this morning making all kinds of racket down Shop Street. He threw the letters and your package at him before taking off again faster than a fox after a chicken.” He shook his head and rolled his eyes. “You should have seen Mr. Travers when I came in this morning.
“In a foul mood, muttering curses and banging everything with his cane, going on and on about the new rider who woke him up at the crack of dawn. I think he was happy to send me off and get the parcel out of the post room. He kept staring at it like it was going to open up on its own and eat him.” He stuck his thumbs in his front pockets, shifting his feet side to side.
“Oh Travers, what does he know?” I rolled my eyes and put a hand on my hip. “Hardly anybody sends anything magical through the post and especially not to Saren. He should know farmers and magic don’t mix.”
“Yeah, well, he still can’t seem to forget that time Benner ordered that ‘Grow plants in a day’ potion or whatnot and it spilled onto Silla’s seed packets. In a matter of minutes, the whole post room erupted in plants. It took us weeks to clear out the mess.” Stefan shuddered.
“Yes, but that was a year and a half ago, and I’m pretty sure Benner learned his lesson,” I said.
“Oh yeah, he won’t be doing that again.” He nodded.
“I bet it’s that pocket-size book I ordered for Nathan. His birthday is coming up soon,” I whispered, holding the package to my side. “At any rate, I don’t think Travers should be too worried—”
“Hey! I thought we were supposed to be fencing,” Nathan interrupted, calling from the dry patch of grass we called the practice area behind the garden. “Stefan can chase after you at the celebration tonight.”
I glanced at my adoptive father over my shoulder; he had both hands on his hips, and his foot tapped in the grass. Little puffs of dirt rose from the ground around his leather boots. Those that did not know him would have found him intimidating, with his stern glare and large, muscular form. But I knew better. Underneath that hard exterior was a man as soft as butter.
“All right, I’m coming!” I faced Stefan.
“You and that sword,” he laughed. “You’re the only girl in Saren brave enough to pick one up.”
“If the men in Aberron stopped acting like it’s a crime, then I’m sure we’d see more women with swords tied to their belts. We have just as much a right to defend ourselves as men do,” I said indignantly.
“And you’re going to be the one to change that?” Stefan smirked.
I nodded. “That’s right, I am.”
“You know what?” he said suddenly. “I believe you will.”
I grinned. “Thanks for delivering the package to me. See you at the party tonight.”
Stefan leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. “See you.”
I blushed, stumbling backward as I waved farewell.
“Hey, none of that!” Nathan protested. “You’re too young to be thinking romance.”
I walked to Nathan until I stood an arm’s length away, package in hand. “And yet we are going to Mava’s wedding celebration tonight. You know she’s only a few months older than I am.”
“Yeah, well … I don’t have a say in Mava’s life like I do yours.” Nathan glanced at the parcel. “So, what’s in the box?”
“Oh, nothing important.” I shrugged. “I’m pretty sure it’s something I ordered from Carasmille.”
He snorted. “Don’t tell me it’s another book. We can barely hold the ones we have. The study is crammed full.”
I leaned forward and lightly slapped his arm. “You’re the one who encouraged me to read in the first place, and it’s not my fault we live in the smallest farming community in Aberron. The only information we ever get in Saren is through books.”
“All right, you win that battle,” he conceded, folding his arms.
I grinned. “Thought so.” I trotted back to the garden, setting the package down at the base of the apple tree.
I faced Nathan again and unsheathed my blade. “You ready to practice?”
He drew his sword and smiled so wide it reached his eyes. “I’m always ready. Let’s do this.”
“Isabelle, Nathan.” Adel called to us from the back door.
“Oh, what now?” Nathan groaned, his shoulders slumping.
I laughed. “Might as well give up. We can practice again tomorrow.”
“Fine, but no interruptions, not even if the King himself shows up.” He pointed his saber at my chest.
“Agreed.”
We sheathed our swords and trudged through the garden to the house. Nathan pulled on the door handle and gestured for me to go first. I smiled and thanked him as I walked into the kitchen, Nathan following right behind. Unbuckling our weapons from our belts, we hung them on the hooks adjacent to the door.
“Oh, my package!” I wrenched open the back door and ran through the garden to the apple tree, picking it up.
“Isabelle, your breakfast is getting cold!” Adel shouted from the open door, aiming a wooden spoon at me.
“I’m coming,” I said, turning away from the tree, package in hand.
A heavy aroma of eggs and bacon filled the kitchen. I set the package on the kitchen table and sat by Nathan, pulling a heaping plate to me. Adel sat across from us.
“What’s this?” Adel asked, picking up the parcel with her thin fingers, her brown eyes probing.
“Oh, it’s nothing important. Just a book I ordered.” I shrugged.
“Good luck finding a spot to put it.” Adel laughed, setting the package on the table with a light thump.
“You too?” I pursed my lips. “Honestly, I expected you both to be better. Don’t encourage someone to read if you don’t want to have a house littered with books.”
Adel lifted her hands up in mock surrender.
I changed the subject. “Do you have Mava’s dress ready?”
She nodded. “Yes, and I’m going to need your help with the last fitting and getting her ready. I can’t believe that girl is getting married already. I remember holding her as a newborn.”
“She’s going to be so happy with Carl.” I imagined the two of them together. Mava, with amber eyes that danced, an infectious smile, and an overall warm manner. Carl, with his dark brown hair, smooth and friendly face, tall frame, broad shoulders, and toned muscles. He was as handsome as they came in Saren. Mava and Carl were perfect for each other.
“Oh, Gods forbid. Look at the time.” Adel glanced anxiously at the clock. “We’ve got to get ready.” She stood, smoothing out the lines of her brown dress. She grabbed some dishes and took them to the washing basin.
I shoveled in a few bites of breakfast, hardly tasting it, and gulped down some milk. I stood, grabbing my plate, and setting it with the rest of the dirty dishes Adel piled up.
Within the hour we loaded everything into the cart.
“I set a dress on your bed, and I want you to wear it. It will bring out the green in your eyes,” Adel said. “Hurry up and change and meet me downstairs.”
I took my package with me as I headed upstairs to change. I set it on my bed. I’d open it when I had time.
Nathan flicked the reins as I climbed into the cart. Amber trotted at a leisurely pace up the dusty dirt packed road. A warm breeze tickled my face. I breathed in the scent of freshly cut hay from the nearby fields.
Shop street came into view, housing the main row of businesses. On Gods Day, the stores closed midday so proprietors could spend time with their families. Nathan carefully navigated our cart past Mr. Vander while nodding a greeting. I let my eyes trail by Mr. Traver’s post, Jensten’s butcher shop, and Agatha’s bakery. Few people were out trailing the boardwalk, mostly women with baskets in hand and children in tow. Their husbands no doubt toiled in the heat gathering their harvest. It had been a good year for farming.
I reached over and put my hand on Nathan’s arm. “Will you let me off at the market? I promised Mava I’d bring her a bag of peppermint sticks. It’ll just take a moment.”
“We’ll wait.” He pulled up short in front of the store. I hopped down and hurried inside, taking care to avoid Mrs. Coltrane and her three little ones as I passed.
Mr. Bryder looked up from the inventory book and smiled at me. “Hello Isabelle, what can I do for you today?” His dark brown eyes twinkled underneath a set of black bushy eyebrows.
“Hello Mr. Bryder.” I returned the smile as I walked up to the counter. “I’d like a bag of peppermint sticks please.”
“Coming right up.” He reached for a paper sack and took the lid off a glass jar filled with peppermint.
The door jingled, signaling another customer. Distaste bloomed as I turned my head to see who had come in. Josiah and Ned, my two biggest tormenters. Their eyes scanned the shop before lighting upon me.
Josiah strolled forward, his blue eyes perusing me. Ned followed silently.
Josiah whistled. “You’re a vision today Isabelle.”
I fought against an eyeroll as I waited for the ensuing barb.
Ned nudged Josiah’s arm. “She’s missing something.” To me he said, “You don’t have your gut sticker.”
“It’s called a sword,” I said shortly, unable to help myself.
Mr. Bryder deftly inserted himself. “That’ll be three Starlets Isabelle.”
I reached into my pocket and pulled out a small purse. I fished around it for the right coins. Aberron had a simple currency system with only three coins to deal with: gold, silver, and copper. All our gold coins were stamped with a picture of a sun. We called them Sundals. Silver coins had the moon stamped on them, called Moonels. Copper coins had a star, called Starlets.
I handed over the Starlets as Josiah spoke. “Of course she don’t have her gut sticker, can’t you see she’s trying to be real lady today? She’s got a dress on and everything.” His tone said I was anything but.
“Boys,” Mr. Bryder spoke sternly. “Unless you have some shopping to do, I suggest you get out.” He handed me the bag.
“Thank you Mr. Bryder.” I smiled warmly at him.
“Oh, we’ve come here for business,” Ned assured while I skirted around him and Josiah.
Josiah winked. “See you Isabelle.”
I shook my head at him, as I exited and climbed back into my seat in the cart. Nathan finished the short drive to Mava’s, where we spent the rest of the morning and afternoon getting everything ready. She was beautiful in a white dress and her dark brown hair braided with white daisies.
“You look stunning.” I grinned. “Carl’s going to be speechless.”
“Oh, you really think so?” Mava put her hands on her stomach. “Gods forbid, I’m so nervous, I feel like my heart’s going to burst.”
I put a hand on her shoulder, standing behind her as she sat in front of the mirror. “You’ll be fine. You love Carl, don’t you?”
“Oh, more than anything else,” Mava gushed. She stood and faced me, a sly grin on her face. “But I’m not the only one who might be in love. I’ve seen the way you act around Stefan.”
I blushed, wringing my hands together, and mumbled, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
She pointed a finger at me. “Ha! I knew it. Do you love him?”
“Love?” I gulped and thought for a minute. Did I love Stefan? Sure, I liked him. I liked the way he made me feel, and I really enjoyed his kisses under the maple tree by the creek. But love? I shook my head. “I like Stefan a whole lot, but I don’t love him with the kind of romantic thoughts you’re thinking of. Not yet.”
“Hmm … maybe tonight you might change your mind. Especially after a little dancing.” Mava laughed lightly, a mischievous look in her eyes.
The ceremony was held outside in Mava’s backyard. Log benches took up a good portion of the lawn, situated around loaded fruit trees. An aisle littered with white daisies led to a flowery archway where they were to be married. A soft breeze gave some respite from the searing sun and carried the sweet aroma of peaches and apples. Mava couldn’t have picked a better day for her wedding.
Nathan, Adel, and I sat near the front, waiting for the ceremony to begin. I kept glancing behind me, searching for Stefan. I hoped he’d see me and sit next to us. I felt a pang of disappointment every time I watched a group show up and didn’t see him among them.
“Who are you looking for?” Adel nudged me, leaning around Nathan.
“Stefan,” I whispered. “We were supposed to meet here.”
“Oh, he’ll be here.” She pointed to a small crowd walking to the benches. “See, there’s Mr. Travers. Stefan should be coming along any minute now.”
Right on cue, Stefan showed up. Plopping down, he gave my shoulders a squeeze. By then, Carl and Mava stood at the archway, hand in hand and waiting for the last stragglers to find seats.
“There you are. The ceremony is about to begin.” I leaned into his hug.
“Sorry,” he whispered. “A small caravan rode into town and needed directions to—”
The temple priest stood, and all conversation hushed. “People of Saren, we welcome you on this joyous occasion where these two in love will be united as one.” He spoke with a gentle smile, gesturing to Carl and Mava.
The priest conducted a beautiful ceremony. Carl appeared to be in a daze of bliss as he beheld Mava. Their genuine grins of love and affection were heartwarming as they listened to the priest recite the wedding prayer.
Stefan caught my eye and grinned, then grabbed my hand and interlaced it with his.
Nathan leaned over and whispered in my ear, his beard tickling. “Don’t get any funny ideas, like you’re gonna be the next one up there.” He glanced at the couple repeating the prayer.
“Don’t worry, I’m not,” I answered. “You still have time.”
“I better,” Nathan responded gruffly. Leaning away, he wrapped his muscular arm around Adel, pulling her close to his side.
I glanced at them and smiled. As far as adoptive parents could go, they were the best. They treated me as if I were their real flesh and blood, and it made me exceptionally grateful that I had them in my life. Though, I think they needed me as much as I needed them, since they were thus far unable to have children of their own.
A lavish party followed the ceremony. The sun drooped low in the sky. Lanterns hung from the branches of trees and poles stuck in the ground. All the able men got together and moved the benches to the sides, creating a space for dancing and conversation.
The summer air felt warm, breezy, and perfect. Little children ran underneath the feet of adults, fireflies in their closed palms. Tables buckled down with food and drink while musicians played string instruments. The whole town showed up. I lost count how many times I said hello as I navigated through Mava’s crowded backyard.
Millie approached and put a wizened hand on my arm. “Sewing circle is at my house this week. I’m taking over for Mrs. Jensten.” Her brown eyes crinkled. “Can’t rightly host with her hands out of commission.”
I nodded. “Indeed.” My eyes darted through a break in the crowd to see Mrs. Jensten sitting on a bench chatting with Agatha and Mrs. Brunes. Thickly wrapped linen covered Mrs. Jensten’s hands. Adel told me she tripped over one of her children’s toys near the hearth and her hands had fallen into the fire.
“How is the treatment going?” I asked Millie. She tended to most of the sick in Saren, using her vast knowledge of medicinal herbs. Occasionally a traveling Healer came through, but he never received much business. Not many, including myself, were willing to trust a mage. The instant healing he purported seemed too good to be true. Who knew what sort of effect magic could have on a person later on? I shivered inwardly.
“Good. With my regimen she should regain full use of her hands,” Millie said proudly. She patted my arm. “I best be off, do remember to tell Adel about the change for the sewing circle if I don’t see her.”
“I will.” I smiled after her as she trotted off. For a woman well into her old age, Millie surprised with her strength and energy.
A crowd of well-wishers surrounded Mava and Carl. “Congratulations!” I leaned in and hugged Mava when I got the opportunity.
“Oh, Isabelle, I can’t thank you enough for all of your help today.” Mava beamed, gripping onto Carl’s hand. Carl glanced down and grinned before addressing another guest.
“You’re welcome.” I smiled.
“Dance with me!” Stefan grabbed my hand, interrupting our conversation.
Mava gave me a knowing look, raising her eyebrows slightly. She shooed me away. “Dance!”
I let Stefan pull me through the throngs and into the swarm of dancing couples and small children bouncing to the lively tune.
We danced through several songs before I said I needed to catch my breath. “I’ll get a drink.” I let go of his hand and traversed over to the table filled with pitchers, greeting friends along the way.
I poured a cup of cider and leaned against the table, watching Stefan get ambushed by his little twin sisters begging for a dance. He latched onto their hands, and they danced around in a circle. I laughed at the silliness, the joy on the twins’ faces infectious.
A man came up beside me and nodded his head in greeting. He had a prominent mustache and dark brown hair that fell slightly over his ears. His clothes seemed scuffed with dirt, but it wasn’t a farmer’s style of clothing. I guessed he’d been traveling. I didn’t recognize him. Maybe he was a guest of Carl or Mava?
“Nice party, isn’t it?” he spoke, a smile falling off his lips.
“Yes, it is,” I said.
I couldn’t explain it, but the man sent a shiver down my spine. I took a deep breath, trying to quell the feeling.
“I wondered if you might help me? This is my first night in town, and I was supposed to meet with the innkeeper about a room, but I’m afraid I don’t know who he is. Could you point him out to me?” He stuck his hands in his pockets and glanced around, looking unsure.
“Oh, you came with the caravan?” I asked.
He nodded.
I smiled. “I’d be glad to help. Follow me and we can search together.”
He smiled widely. “Thank you.”
I tried not to shudder. Get a grip on yourself, Isabelle, I thought, blinking slowly. He hasn’t done anything to warrant concern.
“All the shops close early on Gods Day. We like to spend time with friends and family,” I said conversationally.
“Naturally,” he agreed.
I peered through the crowd trying to find the innkeeper. The mustached man followed close behind as I walked through the dance floor.
“There.” I pointed with my left hand, as I carried the cup in my right. “That’s the innkeeper, sitting on that bench under the peach tree. He’s the one draining his cup.”
“Thank you, miss.” The man smiled and stuck out his left hand.
I shook it. As I moved to let go, he gripped harder, staring at the back of my hand. “You wear the Mark of the Gods.”
I wrenched my hand free. My juice splashed onto the ground. I cleared my throat and responded stiffly. “Yes, I was born with it.”
“Hey, Iz, come dance!” Stefan called to me.
“If you’ll excuse me.” I turned around and made a beeline for Stefan, happy for any excuse to be rid of the mustached man.
“What’s the matter?” Stefan asked, grabbing the cup from my hand. “You look troubled. Was it that man? Did he say something to you?”
“It’s nothing.” I tried to shrug it off. “He just noticed my birthmark, that’s all.”
Stefan grabbed my left hand and kissed the back of it, right over the birthmark shaped like the Mark of the Gods. It resembled a sun—fiery red, bright, and burning. The middle coiled in a circle with four large triangle points surrounding and four smaller ones in between them. It looked more like a brand than a birthmark, but I always liked to call it a birthmark since it literally appeared at birth. The same sign represented the Gods of Aberron, and I had spent my entire life trying to forget it even existed.
“Don’t be so self-conscious about it. It’s not like you put it there on purpose. It’s been there since birth,” he said, letting go.
I nodded, taking a deep breath, I bounced on the balls of my feet to fight off the shudders. “You’re right. It’s just I hate the way people react to it like I have some crazy magical power or something. Which we all know I don’t.”
No one had ever given me a straight answer when I questioned it. I had spent hours of my life staring at the birthmark, wondering why it was there, burned into my skin like a brand. The Mark of the Gods wasn’t exactly well received by others. I gazed at the back of my hand, lamenting the difficulty of hiding the birthmark.
Normally, the temple priests and priestesses wore the mark. Tattooed with black paint, they placed it on their upper arms, near their shoulders. The red mark on the back of my left hand reminded me of a beacon. It shone bright and open for everyone to see. I hated it.
Though it never did anything remotely out of the ordinary. It never glowed or tickled or burned. I didn’t think I had an ounce of magic in me. I figured something should have happened by now if I possessed any ability. Seventeen made me a young lady. I doubted I’d grow any more than my current height and had finally accepted that I was doomed to be short for eternity.
“Don’t worry about it, Iz,” Stefan said. “I’m sure he didn’t mean any harm. Everyone reacts that way when they first meet you.”
“Well, next time I’m going to wear gloves,” I said.
Stefan laughed. “And deny me the pleasure of holding your hand?”
I bit my lip and conceded. “Maybe.”
I spent the rest of the party trying to forget the man I helped, but every time I turned around, there he stood, staring at me like I was his idea of dinner plans. I didn’t have a clue of what to do about it until Stefan started to notice it as well.
“Come on; I’ll take you home,” he said.
I nodded in relief. “That sounds good. Let me just tell Adel.”
I found Adel chatting with a few ladies from town. Stefan and I said our goodbyes.
“I’ll be home soon, dear,” Adel said. “That is if I can find Nathan.” She peered through the crowd, pursing her lips.
“Good luck.” I laughed.
I glanced behind me and noticed the unsettling man again, watching my interactions with Adel. His eyes seemed to follow us wherever we went. I casually put my hand on Stefan’s shoulder and whispered a plan. We enlisted the help of several unruly boys and Stefan’s twin sisters. One of the boys pulled a toad out of his pocket, and they proceeded to chase the twins around the backyard, purposely knocking over the mustached man. Stefan and I quickly ran out of sight.
We strolled hand in hand toward home, chuckling over the spectacular display we had organized. The moon filled up the path with natural light. Stars twinkled like gems in the sky.
“Do you feel better now?” Stefan asked, pulling me closer.
“Much.” I squeezed his hand. “Thank you.”
“I hope that guy leaves tomorrow. I didn’t like the way he stared at you. It wasn’t natural,” Stefan said.
“Agreed.” I nodded vigorously.
“Hey, can I ask you something?”
“Sure.”
“Do you ever wish your life were different? That you had never come here?” His tone sounded serious.
I responded with what I suspected he actually wanted to know, cutting straight to the heart of the issue. “Do I wish I had never watched my parents’ murders and that I lived with them in Korrun? All the time. But it doesn’t change the fact that it did happen, and my life changed irrevocably. I am grateful for Nathan and Adel taking me in and raising me as their own.”
“I see.” Stefan sounded slightly glum.
I leaned into his shoulder. “Don’t worry. I like it here. I don’t have plans to leave.” I grinned but doubted he could see it clearly in the moonlight. “I mean where else can I get a cute post boy to deliver packages to me and walk me home?”
Stefan chuckled. “True.” There was a little more bounce in his step after that.
BOOK DESCRIPTION (MATCHING)
BOOK DESCRIPTION (MATCHING)
The Matching Series is a shifter, paranormal fantasy perfect for YA readers.
MATCHING FEATHERS
Their match will save their race...one shifter is determined to stop them!
MATCHING FOXES
Jack Tager’s fox blood could save them all—but someone wants him dead first.
MATCHING FIRE
Their love could save their people—or doom them to extinction.
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MATCHING FEATHERS (BOOK ONE)
CHAPTER ONE
AZURE
My cobalt, silver-tipped wings flutter. Energy accumulates, radiating down to the feather tips. My heart pulses. Eyes closed, I roll onto my stomach and snuggle my lavender-scented pillow. The blood pounding in my ears nearly drowns out the classical music playing softly from my nightstand. Sleep eludes despite my earnest desire to catch it.
An irritated flush heats my body. I kick off my blanket and sit up, my wings twitching. The digital clock on my dresser flashes 1:00 a.m. I slip out of bed and go to the window, wincing at the creaking sound as I open it. A cool pine breeze flows in. My feathers stretch taut, reaching for the air as if deprived of oxygen. My fingernails elongate, shifting into sharply curved talons. What’s spurred them to come out?
My routine evening flight around my four-hundred-acre forested property usually takes care of the extra energy buildup my body produces. Did I not exercise my wings enough? My brow furrows. No, I remember being tired when I turned in. Maybe I’m sensing some sort of danger? Why else would my talons come out?
I stick my face out the window, allowing my senses to sharpen. Dark shapes morph into Douglas firs, ferns, huckleberry and blackberry bushes. They surround the meadow serving as our front lawn. A couple of bats swoop around catching bugs. A mockingbird sings a mating song from his perch. A raccoon jumps from our garbage can and scurries off into the trees. Debris litters the ground. Crap. I forgot to secure the lid when I took the trash out.
I draw back, having not seen, smelled, or heard anything out of the ordinary. I shut the window and rest my head against it. I close my eyes in frustration, wishing I knew another Wingai to ask about this restlessness. I certainly can’t talk to Josephina, my sweet, aging guardian. Besides the late hour, she’s human. She wouldn’t have any more of an idea than I would.
This is Mom’s fault, I think, feeling a touch of anger and regret. She fled from the Wingai community when she was pregnant with me. For fear of a slap across my cheek or worse, I wasn’t allowed to ask why.
My hands curl, talons pressing into my palms. A chill sweeps through my insides. It’s been three years since her death in a head-on collision with a deer. Sometimes it still stuns me that I can feel acute relief and bitterness simultaneously.
My eyes land on the slash-like scars my mother bestowed on my forearms. I’m glad she can’t hurt me during one of her mental breakdowns, but I despise how unprepared she left me. How am I supposed to know what’s normal and be myself surrounded by humans?
I step away from the window. Gritting my teeth, I force my nails to retract until they appear human. A stinging ache remains as I flip on the light and grab my school bag hanging on the doorknob. The rest I need before my last day of finals isn’t going to come. Might as well study instead.
I wake with a jolt, my phone alarm blaring in my ears. My English book slides off my chest as I sit up. I turn off the alarm and rub my eyes, surprised and grateful I managed to catch a bit of sleep.
Josephina stands at the stove stirring a pot of oatmeal when I enter the kitchen. “Good morning, Azure.” She gives me a weathered smile.
I wrap one arm around her shoulders and give her a light squeeze. “Morning, Josephina.” Because she’s eighty-four years old and has increasing stroke issues, I worry my time with her is limited. I try to show affection whenever I can, though it doesn’t come easy for me. The amount of love my mother showed me could be equated to a pea.
Josephina changed my perspective on love. Years ago on one of her flights, Mom got distracted and drifted onto the edge of our property, revealing herself to Josephina, whose land bordered ours. A somewhat stilted—on my mom’s part—friendship formed. About once a month Josephina would come to our door with a plate of brownies or cookies and chat for a few minutes. I lived for those days. Mom would put on a show of normalcy, and I would get a treat.
When the car crash happened, Josephina wasted no time asserting herself as my new guardian. Her sweet presence has been my saving grace. Through her, I learned what a healthy family relationship actually is.
I pour a cup of orange juice. Josephina brings two steaming bowls to the table. “You’re sitting awfully straight today. Something wrong with your wings?”
I nearly cried this morning when I hid them, leaving two tiny ridges near my shoulder blades. “Restless is all. I’m sure it’ll pass.” I don’t want to worry her.
Her brown eyes twinkle. “Last day of school excitement, I’d wager.”
I grin. “Probably,” I say, even though I don’t think it’s that at all. My wings now pulse inside my back in exact rhythm with my heart. They’ve never done that before. I inwardly sigh. Something is up—I just don’t know what.
I park at McMinnville High School a little past eight. Last day of high school. I take a deep breath and flex my fingers, keeping my talons under lockdown. I can do this, trouble with my body or not.
Bree, Ben, and Jack wait for me by the front of the school. Bree and Ben have been dating since homecoming. They’re physically mismatched with Bree short and curvy, and Ben, a whole foot taller and lanky thin. I laugh at Bree when she has to jump to kiss him.
Jack and I became good friends over watching our besties fall head over heels in love. He’s athletic and driven to become a major league baseball player. While I have no doubt he could get a girl if he wanted—his arm muscles are killer—he thinks romance will make him lose focus and ruin his career plans.
By accident, over Christmas break my friends discovered I’m Wingai. I had invited them over for a movie and game night, giving Bree the details to disperse. She misheard the time, and they showed up earlier than I expected, catching me with my wings out. To my surprise, they didn’t scream and run but demanded an explanation. Because I couldn’t erase their memories, I divulged what I knew about myself.
I kept my wings out and showed them my talons, similar to an eagle’s. I explained about my heightened eyesight, hearing, smell, and strength—twice that of a human. I told them about my extended life span and how I’d still appear young even when I turned fifty. Mom never gave me an exact timeline, but I gathered we lived about a hundred and fifty years over that of a human. I healed quicker—not instantaneously, but faster than a human. Also, I never seemed to catch the colds and viruses that circulated.
My friends then asked about what other kinds of supernatural beings are out there. “Mom once told me there five groups of shifters—people that can transform into an animal. Wingai, Bears, Wolves, Foxes, and Mountain Lions. I haven’t met any in real life, though.”
“What about vampires or witches?” Bree asked.
“I don’t think so, but you never know.” I shrugged, emphasizing my lack of knowledge of the paranormal world.
Like Josephina, they accepted me and promised to keep my identity a secret. Bree was mad that I hadn’t planned on ever telling them. But when posed with the question of how she thought the general public, or even the rest of our classmates, would react, her hurt lessened. “I’d totally be more freaked out if I hadn’t gotten to know you first,” she said.
Ben and Jack agreed.
Jack said, “We have enough problems with equality and race among humans. Throw in a bird-girl, and it’d be insane.”
Ben lifted his hands, making a frame. “I can easily picture you strapped to a table in some lab getting experimented on. Or maybe you’d belong to one of those traveling circuses.” He cleared his throat, putting on the air of an announcer. “Azure, the Wingai Wonder!”
The relief I felt then swamped me like a tidal wave. I nearly cried. Since finding out, our friendship has only strengthened. We’re a bona fide quartet. I love it.
Bree hands me a coffee cup. “Double chocolate, extra whipped cream.”
“You’re a lifesaver.” I take a small sip, savoring the chocolaty goodness.
She chuckles. “That’s what besties are for.”
Jack’s blue eyes survey me over the rim of his white cup. Lowering his drink, he says, “Bad night or something?”
“Is it that noticeable?” I ask.
Jack shrugs. “Just seem on edge is all.”
“It’s finals. We’re all stressed,” Ben says with a small laugh.
Bree grins, her smile infectious. “If it’s Mr. Piper’s test you’re all worried about, don’t be. He’s out for the morning with an emergency vet appointment for his dog. She got into something and started throwing up all over the place. So Mr. Piper won’t be able to pelt us with the hard questions. We’re getting Mrs. Vallence, and you know she doesn’t really care about academics. We’ll all get automatic passes.”
Bree’s father, Mr. Ashlander, rules McMinnville High as principal. Bree’s ability to produce reliable information on teachers and school events makes her a class favorite. How I gained the coveted spot of best friend is a pure mystery to me.
“What a relief,” Ben mutters. Jack nods.
The bell rings. I fall in step with my friends as we make our way inside. A boy brushes past in a cloud of Axe body spray. I cough through the acridness. “All those hours studying wasted. Too bad we can’t take them back.”
“I know, right?” Bree flicks her brown curls over her shoulder.
We hurry to math class down first hall. As I slide into my assigned seat, Mrs. Garrett stands. She launches into a speech about the merits of math in our future. “Math is an ally, and should remain with you as you go off into the world . . .”
Her voice is so monotone, I can’t help but tune her out. My gaze falls on the laminate desk in front of me. Pen and eraser smudges dot the table. In the upper right-hand corner, a heart with the letters R and L has been drawn in Sharpie. I’m slightly in awe that this will be the last time I sit here.
When Josephina became my guardian, I decided I’d had enough of hiding out at home. I hid my wings and talons until Josephina had faith in my control. Mom made me learn years ago to manage the discomfort until it didn’t bother me anymore. Later, I took evening flights to expel the energy I built up. Then I pleaded with Josephina to enroll me in public school.
She peppered me with questions, her worry charging through like a white knight. “What if someone finds out you’re Wingai? What if you lose control and your wings pop out?”
“They won’t. I promise.” I grabbed her hand, infusing my tone with patience.
“What are you going to say if someone pats your back? They’ll feel the ridges.” Josephina eyed my back with pursed lips.
“Old injury from the car accident,” I readily replied, hating to use the moment that took my mother’s life. Still, it provided a quick answer for my ridges. “Same for these scars.” I gestured to my arms.
“And your claws?” she asked, pointing to my hands.
“I’ve practiced,” I said calmly. “They won’t come out on their own.”
Josephina held her breath my entire sophomore year, but nothing significant happened. I made a few friends and settled into a routine—school, homework, and evening flights. Controlling my wings had become second nature, and my socializing skills had elevated.
A surge of energy brings me back to the present. I stiffen and press my back tight against the chair to keep my feathers in place. My fingertips sting. What the heck? Worry settles in. Why am I suddenly having all this trouble?
Bree nudges my arm. Her eyebrows raise in question. I flip open my notebook and scrawl a note. W. control. With a sympathetic expression, Bree hands me a piece of spearmint gum.
I duck into a bathroom between classes. The pulsing in my wings is now a constant thrum. My worry morphs into fear. I skirt past the junior exiting the handicap stall and yank the door shut, sliding the lock in place. I remove my shirt. My bra strap rests just below the ridges. I release my wings. Due to lack of space, the ends smush against the walls. Still, the relief is instant, like jumping into a pool on a scorching day. I exhale slowly, grateful for the reprieve.
A sudden gush of adrenaline crams into me. My wings flap vigorously, lifting me a foot off the ground. Full-blown panic erupts. No, not here!
“Where’s that noise coming from? Is there a bird in here?” I hear a girl ask.
I shove my fist into my mouth to keep from crying as I retract my wings. They ache something fierce. With trembling hands, I pull my shirt on.
Another girl speaks with exasperation. “You’re inhaling too much perfume.”
“Joey loves it,” the first girl defends.
I wait until I hear retreating footsteps before I exit and wash my hands. My reflection through the lipstick-smeared mirror shows flushed skin and anxiety-ridden blue eyes. I tighten my blonde ponytail, praying no one notices. I dart into English as the final bell rings, breathless from my speed walk.
During lunch, Bree, Ben, and Jack follow me to my cherry-red 1973 convertible Super Beetle, Lady Bug. Not exactly an original name, but it fits. For years Josephina let the bug lurk under a cover in her garage with eventual plans to fix it up. She gifted it to me on my sixteenth birthday, and I’ve spent the last two years refurbishing it.
“Oh my goodness, these seats are amazing.” Bree’s eyes are wide with delight as she runs her hands along my new addition.
“Josephina got a great deal off eBay.” I grin, careful not to annoy Bree with car talk. I’m extremely passionate about my bug and can easily get carried away.
I head to Dairy Queen for milkshakes—Jack’s pick. A warm breeze blows through my hair. My back itches like crazy. I squirm in my seat.
Ben notices. “Something up with your wings?”
I exhale my frustration. “They don’t want to stay put. I’ve been fighting them since last night. I have no idea why. I would’ve stayed home if it wasn’t finals. They’re seriously starting to freak me out.”
“Could you be getting sick or something?” Jack asks.
I shrug.
“I think it’s time you seriously consider going,” Bree says from the back seat.
Josephina has been pushing me to take a road trip to find other Wingai after graduation. We both believe Mom left out some pertinent details concerning the nature of my race. However, I’m not comfortable leaving Josephina alone for what could be a long wild goose chase. What happens if she has another stroke and no one’s there to help her? I can’t risk it.
Another round of energy surges through me. I may have to go after all. “Yeah, maybe,” I say as I park and cut the engine.
I reach for the door latch when an electric-blue convertible Porsche claims the parking spot beside mine. I pause, my attention shifting to appreciate the fine machinery. Had it been any other kind of sports car, I wouldn’t care, but Porsche and Volkswagen go hand in hand. I’d never trade my beetle—we are a package duo—but I saw no harm in looking.
Jack laughs. “Oh no, Azure’s hooked.”
“On the car or the hot driver?” Bree giggles.
“Seriously? I’m sitting right here,” Ben says with mild irritation.
My eyes snap to the owner, an embarrassed smile on my lips. Bright sea-green eyes framed by dark lashes meet mine. Pure fire races through my wings and into my heart. I slam my back into the seat to hold them in place.
I start the car again and back out. “Drive-through,” I choke through waves of fear.
“What’s wrong?” Bree, Jack, and Ben ask, their tone inflecting concern.
“I just about lost control!” I pull up to the intercom and make everybody order.
“Because of the Porsche guy?” Bree asks while I fork over the cash.
“I think so.” I glance in the rearview mirror at her, unsure. A giddy, lightheaded feeling overtakes my senses as I imagine showing my wings to the guy in the Porsche. I’m horrified. “All I know is that I looked at him and then my wings nearly exploded free.”
Bree gasps as a thought occurs to her. “Maybe he’s Wingai like you. We should meet him.”
“Bree! I nearly exposed myself in public!” I cry, my body trembling from the experience.
The drive-through window opens up. A lady hands me a tray of drinks and several bags. “Here you go.”
“Thanks.” I give everything to Jack to divvy out.
Rolling forward, I glance at the parking lot on my left. The Porsche hasn’t moved, nor has the driver. Sea-green eyes send a double jolt of unwanted fiery adrenaline. I punch the gas.
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