“A low, angry growl hit Jatred’s ears like a hammer. He turned and saw a massive figure crashing its way through the snow. Although… — Angela Orlowski-Peart Copy Share Image
“I don’t know. I hope this is just a little fling, that’s all.” Georgeta shrugged, her eyes back on the Kindle. “We need to move the blankets more into the shade. The sun is creeping out from behind that tree, and I’m getting way too hot. Maybe we should go to Ray's Boathouse for lunch?” “Lusia, relax. Georgeta’s right—this might… — Angela Orlowski-Peart Copy Share
“Her hair came undone and rose off her shoulders, quivering as if from a breeze. Static kept snapping through the strands, and Jasmira’s eyes turned completely white. Her arms were covered in spiraled script. It crawled and twisted on her skin. The text shone burgundy. Single letters kept separating and slowly flaking off. They resembled tiny red fire sparks, burning… — Angela Orlowski-Peart Copy Share
“Penelope screamed incoherently in Erik’s tight embrace. Kaliope sat on her heels, rocking back and forth, silent. Her eyes were wide open, unblinking. She… — Angela Orlowski-Peart Copy Share Image
“Kiss him! Kiss him, you foolish girl!” She heard Amber yelling in her mind.” — Angela Orlowski-Peart Copy Share Image
“She heard a low murmur of the far-away voices: a chant repeated over and over.” — Angela Orlowski-Peart Copy Share Image
“They heard a deep murmur of voices, and this time not in their heads. Thousands of the ancient Spirits of both Realms swirled above… — Angela Orlowski-Peart Copy Share Image
“The rest of them moved toward the fence, in complete silence. Each of the teenagers jumped swiftly onto the iron spikes. With a blurry… — Angela Orlowski-Peart Copy Share Image
“Oh, come on.” Jatred scooted back on his butt, trying to put some distance between himself and the animals. He frowned at them and… — Angela Orlowski-Peart Copy Share Image
“Your Spirits will choose the best weapons and tactics for the battle. Rely on the Spirits, trust, and embrace them. They will lead and… — Angela Orlowski-Peart Copy Share Image
“Lusia’s face was red and blotchy. She stared ahead, numb, absentmindedly pulling the grass from the lawn.” — Angela Orlowski-Peart Copy Share Image
“One group of huge men from Congo and Ghana yelled insults at the beasts from the top of their lungs. They brandished war hammers,… — Angela Orlowski-Peart Copy Share Image
