Pride--Teaser textA princess has been murdered, her life stolen by a manipulative young witch. Monstrous trees corrupt the minds of all who eat its intoxicating fruit, creating tensions among the inhabitants of Fayrehn. Now, Alina, Syrene, and Lethenia must find a way to stop their world from descending into madness before the demonic trees overrun the land. But more importantly, they must discover the imposter orchestrating the whole disaster, who may be closer than most of them think
Pride--Prologue-Prologue-Wind whipped through the princess's hair as she rode across the countryside. She always enjoyed the rides to and from her castle. The summer wildflowers in bloom, the warm air rushing by her face, a flash of blazing gold on white
She slowed....What are those trees? They're beautiful!She pulled aside and dismounted to examine the stand of pale trees whose golden leaves glistened with red as if they were on fire. Bunches of red, grape-sized berries hung from their branches.Hello.The princess turned to see a young, black-haired woman tending a tree about twenty feet away. Her tousled black hair was pulled back in a ponytail, except for her bangs, which hung in her face.Good day, Miss. Did you grow these beautiful trees?More or less. I found them here young, and I have tended them ever since. The fruit is very sweet and delicio
What I know about art...Let me tell you what I know about art...Art is something cool you did by accidentin front of a bunch of total strangers.Art is something snooty criticswith those tiny mustaches and sunglassescan look at and nod their heads atwhile they mumble about form or conflictor some other junk that everyone thinks is deep.Art is forgetting about what people think of youand just doing what comes to you.Like putting on a tuxedo, donning a top hat,smearing chocolate frosting all over your chin,and greeting everyone on campusin your best imitation of Abraham Lincoln.Art is throwing togethera bunch of clichés, abstractions,and stock words or images;just not in a way anyone else has before.Therefore, art is a raceto invent as many clichés as possible.Art is a cartoon characterwho crawls into a sockand pretends shes a dinosaur.Art is publishing the most tender,frightening, embarrassing productsof your melodramatic teenage mindand pleading to the
AbductedCorin trudged warily through the pitch-black passages, wondering why Lily and Andrew had thought this was safe. He'd had it with these abductions. Hadn't they learned anything from two years ago? He turned toward the signal, down a narrow tunnel full of thick stalactites. His radio chimed, and his hand touched his ear."Blaze."He listened to the garbled voice on the other side."...Closing on Petal and Tide's last known location.""...What? They're topside? But--"Something huge and sharp landed on top of him.Corin crumpled to the floor and tried to expel the sharp object now embedded in his spine, but as he melted to liquid, something electrified seized him from behind and shocked him back to human form. A tiny glimpse of his attacker's hand filled him with astonishment and horror. He fired wildly behind him. Tiny flechettes pierced his skin all over. Panicking, he le
Corin confides in Eve"Corin! I'm happy to see you. Aria was worried about you.""Eve...how are you doing?""I''m fine, now that you're here," she said.''I'll always be here if you need me. Don't hesitate to call for me."Eve smiled and stopped at a portal covered in white flowers."I know. And I'm here for you.""And don't ever hesitate to come to me if you feel like you might lose control. How are you doing with that, by the way?" he asked."I'm fine, Corin. The urge is there, but it's not in control. It's harder when I'm not doing anything. You just have to find somewhere to direct your energy."She became quiet and looked into his eyes."You helped me with that," she said.She was about to cry. She took his hands in hers."I'm happy to have you as a part of my family."Corin gazed solemnly back into her eyes."I'm happy you're a part of my family," he said.His face softened into a tearful smile, and he put h
TeaserShe clung, motionless, to the ceiling of the narrow, dark, and dingy tunnel, trying to relax like Mother had taught her to. Blend in with the surroundings. No thermal image to betray her. Slow down, heart, she thought. Ba-da-dum. Ba-da-dum. She went through the plan again in her head. Drop. Strike. Run. If it were only that easy. If this worked...Mother didn't know exactly what she had planned. But Mother had trained her for this for months. Ever since he stood up to her. Don't mess this up...
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