Chatoyant College, Chatoyant College Book 12: Reemergence

Chatoyant College Book 12: Chapter 3: Never Before

Edie took a deep breath. Leila didn’t appear happy or excited to see her, but that might not be anything bad. She was just confused. She’d been away for months, and there had been a lot of changes on campus. She’d returned to a world that was different from what she remembered.

“Yes,” she said. “It’s me. I’ve been waiting for you to come back.”

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Chatoyant College Book 12: Chapter 2: Vision

Edie didn’t want to do her homework, but she knew she should. She had plenty to study for, and if she wanted to relax this weekend, she had to get her homework done; she knew herself well enough to realize that if she tried to relax without getting enough done, she’d be anxious about it later.

Besides, Corrie was at her own desk, sighing loudly as she got out some homework, and Edie could hardly be lazy when her best friend and roommate was being studious.

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Chatoyant College Book 12: Chapter 1: The Morning

Saturday, April 15

Edie had awakened early that morning, while her roommate Corrie was still out on her daily run, and resisted the temptation to go outside looking for her girlfriend, Leila, right away. She’d glanced out the window, promising herself she wouldn’t search too hard, but it was still fairly dark out. If there had been movement, she would have seen it. But there wasn’t.

She took advantage of the early morning to shower before the dorm bathroom got crowded, then started on her homework while she waited for her friends to be up for breakfast. It was hard to focus. She knew Leila was returning soon.

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Chatoyant College Book 12: Prologue: Awake

She awoke.

It had been a long, unpleasant dream, both figuratively and literally; it was gone now. No, sometimes it had been pleasant. Often it had not.

It was an escape.

She was awake now, and she left the tree, stepping outside it to taste the world for the first time in many months.

She had misjudged her timing; the trees were in full bloom, nearly full leaf. She could have left weeks ago and she would have been well. But now it was not only well, it was easy, comfortable. She could stretch and open her arms all the way.

She had not judged the timing so poorly after all.

A return to life was ahead of her. Perhaps this time it would be better. It would be easier, more pleasant, more invigorating.

The last time had not been so bad, not at all, but she could never stand to do just one thing for very long. She could never stand to be just one person. And it was just her luck that those she was drawn to, and who were drawn to her, would never be happy were she more people, or with more people.

Perhaps, this time, she would find something better.

Smiling into the morning sun, she turned toward the land and walked through the trees, brushing them with her fingertips as she went—polite, gentle greetings. Hello. How are you. Has the spring returned? Has anything returned with it?

Nothing to be too wary of.

The trees did not warn her.

Between two trees, she stepped into a glass wall, an invisible wall, a nothingness in the air that struck the breath from her lungs and sent her staggering backward. For a moment she cursed this shape, these human lungs, but then she saw what was before her and shook her head in bafflement.

The thing that had stopped her could not be seen, except in a certain way. In a way, it glowed. But when she made to walk toward it again, her hand outstretched—nothing, except that her hand stopped in midair.

She waved her hand over the invisible barrier, to the left and the right, up and down. It went as high as she could reach. She swung herself up into the nearest tree and sought it again: yes, the barrier went up this high, and likely higher. Did it dome the entire campus?

She went on, moving to the south, testing it. It continued, smooth as glass, because it was nothing made by humans but by magic.

Who would have done such a thing? Had the students created it? Mardalan, perhaps? No, her sister preferred the old ways. She would not make such drastic changes. Even now that she was the sole ruler of her little domain—or so she claimed—she would not make seeking her prey more difficult.

She would not ask Mardalan. Not unless there was no other choice. So she followed the invisible wall, continuing on, until she could find a place that would give her answers.

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Golden Hearts: new cover!

Golden Hearts is being reissued with a new cover!

And when I say “reissued,” I just mean I’ve uploaded new versions and a new cover to the various sites; it’s only available in ebook, after all.

Golden Hearts
When Sher asks for aid from the bird-woman inventor Melowren, she does not expect to fall in love. But it happens anyway: suddenly, completely, and for both of them. They have no time to do more than enjoy it, for their cause—freeing their city from its dictatorial queen—trumps all. They choose to fight, but the hopelessness of the cause threatens to pull them under. Only their love can keep them safe.

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