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This Cruel Design
by Emily Suvada
Publisher: Simon Pulse
Release Date: October 30, 2018
Genre: Young Adult -- Science Fiction

Cat thought the Hydra epidemic was over, but when new cases pop up, Cat must team up with an enemy to fix the vaccine before the virus spirals out of control in this thrilling sequel to This Mortal Coil, which New York Times bestselling author Amie Kaufman says “redefines ‘unputdownable.’”

The nightmare of the outbreak is finally over, but Cat’s fight has only just begun.

Exhausted, wounded, and reeling from revelations that have shaken her to her core, Cat is at a breaking point. Camped in the woods with Cole and Leoben, she’s working day and night, desperate to find a way to stop Lachlan’s plan to reprogram humanity. But she’s failing—Cat can’t even control her newly regrown panel, and try as she might to ignore them, she keeps seeing glitching visions from her past everywhere she turns.

When news arrives that the Hydra virus might not be as dead as they’d thought, the group is pushed into an uneasy alliance with Cartaxus to hunt down Lachlan and fix the vaccine. Their search takes them to Entropia, a city of genehackers hidden deep in the desert that could also hold the answers about Cat’s past that she’s been searching for.

But when confronted with lies and betrayals, Cat is forced to question everything she knows and everyone she trusts. And while Lachlan is always two steps ahead, the biggest threat to Cat may be the secrets buried in her own mind.

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Do your novels carry a message?
I think all novels carry a message of some kind – often it’s philosophical or even political, but many times it’s personal – an author wants to share the story of a character overcoming adversity to show readers that they can do the same thing in their own lives. I definitely find myself coming back to themes of inner strength and bravery, as well as the importance of striving and fighting for something greater than our own needs and desires. Another big message in my books comes from the work I’ve done to make the future described within them seem realistic and possible. That’s because I believe that technological developments are going to make their way into our bodies, our minds, and our DNA. Today’s young readers are tomorrow’s genehackers, and while I’m not trying to tell them how to feel or think about the technology we’re racing towards, I do want them to question and debate and face the difficult questions this technology will bring.

How much of yourself do you put into your books?
There’s a lot of myself in them! These books and the world they’re set in are a reflection of my own dreams and worries, and of the things that most fascinate me. I love to read about science, and to keep updated on every cool breakthrough or puzzling discovery, and the world of the Mortal Coil series is very much born of those interests. I also put a lot of my personality into each character. Every character reflects a facet of myself – whether it’s part of me I’m proud of, part of me that I want to improve, or a part of me that I work hard to keep in check and overcome. No single character is a stand-in for me as a writer, but each of them hold parts of me.

Have you ever incorporated something that happened to you in real life into your novels?
Actually, yes, in a way. When I was a teen, I was washing the dishes by hand before I went to school one day, and dropped a glass jello mold in the sink and it smashed, slicing a big cut open on my arm. The resulting race to the hospital, the stitches, and the image of that open gash can be spotted in a certain scene in This Mortal Coil. I actually cut my own stitches out once the wound had healed out of curiosity and that’s definitely reflected in the book!

How realistic are your books?
My books are definitely fiction, and the science I’ve created in them is made up, but it is an extension of real, existing science. There’s a technology called CRISPR which researchers are using to edit small sections of people’s DNA, and there are currently people in their homes injecting themselves with it to try to grow bigger muscles, or cure their own diseases. So basically, I took the idea of that tech and imagined what it could look like in the future. Computers were once the size of a room, and could only perform simple tasks. These days they’re in the palm of our hands and they can do so many things. I asked: what would the world look like if genetic engineering followed Moore’s law in terms of its effectiveness, size, and applications? What would that look like in a hundred years? And that’s where gentech came from.

What books have influenced your life the most?
As a writer, the books that probably influenced me the most are Twilight by Stephenie Meyer, Neuromancer by William Gibson, and Jurassic Park by Michael Crichton. Twilight showed me how addictive and immersive a book can be, and how important characters are. Neuromancer showed me that science fiction can be gritty, lyrical, and constantly beautiful and surprising. Jurassic Park showed me that tension, pace, and foreshadowing can build a roller-coaster that keeps a reader engaged for hundreds of pages. Those three books have all affected me deeply as a writer.

Are there any books that you are currently reading and why?
I’ve just finished WILDER GIRLS by Rory Power, which is coming out in 2019. It’s a gorgeous, bold story of three girls trapped on an island where an illness is changing them both inside and out in deeply disturbing and fascinating ways. I loved this book and can’t wait for the rest of the world to read it.

Emily Suvada was born and raised in Australia, where she went on to study mathematics and astrophysics. She previously worked as a data scientist, and still spends hours writing algorithms to perform tasks which would only take minutes to complete on her own. When not writing, she can be found hiking, cycling, and conducting chemistry experiments in her kitchen. She currently lives in Portland, OR, with her husband.
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Thetis
The Deep Sky Saga Book 2
by Greg Boose
Genre: YA Sci-fi Fantasy
Pub Date: 10/8/18

Lost meets The 100 in this action-packed YA science fiction series.
Blind and broken, orphaned teenager Jonah Lincoln reluctantly boards a rescue ship bound for the planet Thetis, but not before it picks up a few more surprising and dangerous survivors from the massacre on the moon Achilles. After regaining his sight, Jonah sees the gated colony on Thetis is just as he feared–cloaked in mystery and under an oppressive rule with no one to trust–and that outside the walls, it’s even worse. Surrounded by terrifying new landscapes and creatures, Jonah and his friends fight to save the colony and restore order to the planet.
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Achilles
The Deep Sky Saga Book 1
Young colonists find themselves stranded on an unpopulated moon—and not as alone as they thought—in a series debut from the author of The Red Bishop.


The year is 2221, and humans have colonized a planet called Thetis in the Silver Foot Galaxy. After a tragic accident kills dozens of teenage colonists, Thetis’s leaders are desperate to repopulate. So Earth sends the Mayflower 2—a state-of-the-art spaceship—across the universe to bring new homesteaders to the colony.

For orphaned teen Jonah Lincoln, the move to Thetis is a chance to reinvent himself, to be strong and independent and brave, the way he could never be on Earth. But his dreams go up in smoke when their ship crash-lands, killing half the passengers and leaving the rest stranded—not on Thetis, but on its cruel and unpopulated moon, Achilles.

Between its bloodthirsty alien life forms and its distance from their intended location, Achilles is a harrowing landing place. When all of the adult survivors suddenly disappear, leaving the teenage passengers to fend for themselves, Jonah doubts they’ll survive at all, much less reach Thetis—especially when it appears Achilles isn’t as uninhabited as they were led to believe.

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If you could have been the original author of any book, what would it have been and why?
If could have been the original author of any book, it would have to be The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy. My first love is satire and my second would be science fiction, so to be able to put them together so deftly and creatively would be a badge of honor. Douglas Adams got to not only got to put humanity under a microscope through Ford Prefect’s alien eyes and then answer the ultimate question of life, but he also reminded us of the importance of carrying a towel.

What makes this particular genre you are involved in so special?
I write dystopian young adult novels because they’re honestly fun to work on. I not only get to try to predict the future—like in my last book, Achilles: The Deep Sky Saga—but I also get to reflect on the past. What did 15-year-old me want to read? I wanted to be a quiet hero, if only given the chance. So, with the main character, Jonah, in Achilles, I throw this introverted kid into an extremely chaotic situation where he has to react, or else people die. A lot of us have dreams of great heroics in a world gone wrong, and that’s why we keep reading the stuff. But what makes the dystopian young adult genre so special--or young adult fiction, in general--are the readers. They’re passionate, curious and hungry for more. If you’ve ever seen a popular young adult reader speak, you’ve also seen chairs packed with excited readers who probably know more about the book’s characters than the author does her or himself.

How important is research to you when writing a book?
When I started writing Achilles, I was absolutely terrified a reader would call out obvious mistakes in the science or in the details of the world I built. So, in an attempt to thwart that, I met with the head of the astrophysics department at USC and peppered him with questions about black holes and space travel and other things I didn’t know enough about. I also interviewed a NASA employee about the effects of different gravities, and then I met with a systems director in the Civil and Commercial Launch Projects group at Aerospace to discuss space crafts. One of my favorite moments when conducting all this research was being invited to watch a Mars rover launch from the Aerospace control room. I think research is terribly important. It not only helps you follow the rules of science and law, but it also helps you figure out the best way to bend these rules and make them your own. The best fiction is rooted in fact, I think.

What works best for you: Typewriters, fountain pen, dictate, computer or longhand?
When I started writing creatively, I became one of those guys always carrying a moleskine notebook and a pen, even after getting a smartphone. Note-taking apps are fine, but it takes too long to open them and get a new note ready. My ideas are fleeting and fast, so I need to get them scrawled out as soon as I can. My process from the past five years: Brainstorm in notebooks in the evening, write on a computer in the morning. Rinse. Lather. Repeat.

When did it dawn upon you that you wanted to be a writer?/What inspires you to write?
I’ve never taken myself too seriously, and so in high school I would write snappy answers to boring questions from our teachers, making other kids laugh and the teacher shaking his or her head. Having something I came up with that made people laugh made me feel pretty good about myself, and so I started writing goofy short stories and funny lists, always chasing that high.
It wasn’t until my Freshman year in college when my neighbor’s face showed up in the school newspaper with his own column, did I think that maybe more people would enjoy my stupid ideas. So, I submitted a few essays, and soon enough I had my own editorial column every two weeks, and that’s when I really caught the bug. From that time on, I have constantly been writing and brainstorming and trying out new ideas and finding my voice. I’m an extremely competitive person, so I get inspired by other writers, from the past and present, constantly trying to get on their level. I have a quiet need to be recognized as someone who works hard and gives it everything he’s got, so that keeps me pecking away on the keyboard.
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The fourth of six kids, Greg Boose grew up on a large produce farm in northeast Ohio. He received his undergraduate degree from Miami University, and then later received his M.F.A. at Minnesota State University Moorhead where he focused on screenwriting and fiction. He lives in Santa Monica with his two young daughters.
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The High Court by Chris Ledbetter | Release Date: October 16, 2018 | Publisher: Month9Books 
High atop Mount Olympus, dawn breaks on a new academic term. Normalcy has returned to campus following a harrowing expedition into The Underworld to rescue kidnapped students by Zeus and his fellow Olympians. Now, as they prepare to testify in The High Court, Hyperion will be tried for the attack on Crete and death of Anytos. Kronos will stand trial for the murder of Mount Olympus Prep’s Headmaster Ouranos.  As the trials draw near, Mount Olympus Prep students and faculty are besieged repeatedly by a race of gargantuan stone and earth giants. Under heavy assault, the Olympians are forced to flee to the volcanic island of Limnos to regroup. Meanwhile, a toxic poison Zeus has carried with him since a prior fight with a dragoness, creeps toward his brain.  In a race against time and beasts, Zeus and his friends must find a way to survive not only the toxin ravaging Zeus’ body, but also the giants who grow stronger after every attack, and somehow make it to the The High Court alive.
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Loud cawing and squawking behind us sounded like a bird’s nest was about to fall on our heads. Startled, I turned. A wedge of twenty or so swans plus a flight of doves shot past the Cloudwell, pulling a chariot with two women on the back. The chariot turned around in the air and swiftly descended toward level ground just above the Cloudwell’s first step.
The taller woman held fast the reins that tethered the forward flock. The ropes extended over the giant seashell front of the chariot basket. Once they stopped, the shorter woman ... girl, actually, stepped off the back. Her skin tone matched that of golden honey. Puffs of dark chestnut brown, loosely curled hair bulged on either side of her head. She sauntered toward us like she owned the Cloudwell and we paid her to use it.
“Where’s Rhea?” the tall woman asked, flipping her silvery- bluish-green fishtail braid from one shoulder to the other.
The curly-haired girl slid her fingers over her bare shoulder and spoke in a sultry tone. “Are you gonna close your mouth ... or are you gonna answer the question?” 

Chris Ledbetter grew up in Durham, NC before moving to Charlottesville, VA in 11th grade. After high school, he attended Hampton University where he promptly “walked-on” to the best drum line in the conference without any prior percussion experience. He carried the bass drum for four years, something his back is not very happy about now. After a change of heart and major, he enrolled in Old Dominion University and earned his degree in Business Administration. He’s worked in various managerial and marketing capacities throughout his life. He taught high school for six years in Culpeper, VA, and also coached football. He has walked the streets of Los Angeles and New York City, waded in the waters of the Atlantic and Pacific oceans, and climbed Diamond Head crater on Hawaii and rang in the New Year in Tokyo, Japan. But he dreams of one day visiting Greece and Italy. 
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Hardcover: 416 pages
Publisher: Delacorte Press (September 11, 2018)
Language: English
ISBN-10: 0399555722
ISBN-13: 978-0399555725


Praise for THE LANTERN'S EMBER

"[Houck] offers a fresh spin on The Legend of Sleepy Hollow...with some genuine surprises in store." —Kirkus

"A wild and seductive adventure...a must-have for YA collections." —SLJ

Praise for the REAWAKENED Series

“[A] must-read for thrill-seekers and fans of alternate worlds.” —RT Book Reviews

“Rick Riordan fans who are looking for another series will delight in this fantasy.” —SLJ 

“Fans of paranormal romance will love the Egyptian spin on this story of devotion and sacrifice, and Lily’s humor, combined with plentiful dangerous escapades, will keep readers engaged.” —VOYA

“The author weaves her story out of Egyptian lore, cinematic magic, selfless love, and . . . is clever enough to remain surprising even to the last sentence.” —Kirkus Reviews

“Wonderfully written and…the heart-pounding adventures are topped only by the heart-melting romance.” —The Deseret News

“A sparkling new novel with a fully imagined world and mythos, and crackling romance! Egyptian mythology has never been this riveting!” —Aprilynne Pike, #1 New York Times bestselling author of the Wings series, on Reawakened, book one in the series


Welcome to a world where nightmarish creatures reign supreme.

Five hundred years ago, Jack made a deal with the devil. It’s difficult for him to remember much about his mortal days. So, he focuses on fulfilling his sentence as a Lantern—one of the watchmen who guard the portals to the Otherworld, a realm crawling with every nightmarish creature imaginable. Jack has spent centuries jumping from town to town, ensuring that nary a mortal—or not-so-mortal—soul slips past him. That is, until he meets beautiful Ember O’Dare.

Seventeen, stubborn, and a natural-born witch, Ember feels a strong pull to the Otherworld. Undeterred by Jack’s warnings, she crosses into the forbidden plane with the help of a mysterious and debonair vampire—and the chase through a dazzling, dangerous world is on. Jack must do everything in his power to get Ember back where she belongs before both the earthly and unearthly worlds descend into chaos.


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New York Times Bestselling author Colleen Houck is a lifelong reader whose literary interests include action, adventure, paranormal, science fiction, and romance. When she’s not busy writing, she likes to spend time chatting on the phone with one of her six siblings, watching plays, and shopping online. Colleen has lived in Arizona, Idaho, Utah, California, and North Carolina and is now permanently settled in Salem, Oregon with her husband and a huge assortment of plush tigers.
        

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Pub. Date: October 9, 2018 | Publisher: The Parliament House | Formats: Paperback, eBook | Pages: 480
Twin Sisters: one destined to rule, one cursed to destroy.   Some say blood is thicker than water. But for twin sisters, Adie and Aura, their connection runs even deeper than blood. After investigating a surprise attack carried out by dark souls controlled by the Wicked Willow, an evil  residing in a neighboring region, Aura uncovers a family secret: she is the fulfillment of a curse placed upon her family centuries ago.  While Aura is destined to destroy their planet, Thindoral, Adie is fated to follow in their mother’s footsteps and become Ruler, but even Adie’s path comes with revelations. Dangerous premonitions plague her dreams, all depicting Thindoral’s demise at the hand of her sister.  As darkness takes control of her mind, Aura must determine whether defying fate and time is the choice that will seal her destruction, or if self-sacrifice will save all she holds dear. Meanwhile, Adie is faced with an impossible decision: save her sister, or protect their world?

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How long do you take to write a book?
It really depends. I have been writing The Halves of Us trilogy for almost ten years – at first it was a way for me to take control of my night terrors, but then I realized it was a full story that I could develop. So it took me years to finalize the first book and get it to where I thought I could query (which it wasn’t really ready). It took me about two years to write the rough first draft of book 2, and I am hoping to complete/finish book 3 this year. All in all – three books in ten years(ish). Now that I am focusing on this as a career, I think I can up that quota and hopefully finish the rough drafts of books within less than a year.

How do you incorporate the noise around you into the story you are writing at the moment?
Well, a lot of times when I write I have my headphones in and I am listening to my writing list on Spotify. Music plays such a huge role in how I write, letting me hone in on certain emotions based on the music.

Do you prefer being intoxicated to write? Or would you rather write sober?
I have totally written tipsy. There was one time I was stuck in a rut with this one scene and frustrated so I had (a few) glasses of wine. It helped me work through the scene in a unique way I probably wouldn’t have thought of sober. Granted, the next day when I read it, I had to do some heavy editing – but it worked. I wouldn’t recommend doing that all the time – my liver probably wouldn’t be too happy with me.

What is that dream goal you want to achieve before you die?
I would really love to be a full time artist (writer/photographer), be on the NYT bestseller list, write an episode for Doctor Who, be a mom, and perform on Broadway (even if it is in the chorus or delivering a single line).

Do you think translating books into languages other than their origin forces the intended essence away?
Probably. So many languages have words that cannot be translated into other languages – because the word itself has no like-for-like word in the other language. I don’t think that means we shouldn’t do it, I just think when translating we should be mindful of the words and descriptions used in order to keep the essence as true as possible.

Do you blog?
I do! I blog book reviews, personal updates, and show previews of my photography sessions (I am a portrait, fine art, and wedding photographer). I probably should blog more – that is a goal of mine in 2019. You can see my blog here.

How active are you on social media? And how do you think it affects the way you write?
I am active on social media (I will list my links below. Follow me – I follow back!). I really love the writing community I have found on Twitter and Instagram. They are very inspiring with how real they are with their struggles from writer’s block, to fear of failure. It really helps you feel like you are not alone and can work through your struggles and get the story done!


Do you enjoy theatre? Would you ever like one of your stories to be turned into a play?
I adore theatre! That would be a dream come true if one of my stories became a play! I would probably watch it every night I could.

If you had to pick one other author to write your biography, who would it be?
Surprisingly I think I would want someone I know to write my biography. That away I know they would write something that is true to me. I luckily know a few authors so I think I could run it by a few of them. Probably two of my closest writer friends (who I have a critique group with), Tiffany Biagas-Munn and Robert Allen.

And who is that one author you would love to write the biography of?
Oooh, see this is tricky. Because I totally don’t know this person in real life, but I would LOVE to get to know and spend some time with Holly Black to write her biography. We can dye each other’s hair crazy colors and have sleepovers in haunted castles while I get to know her and write her biography.

Even before I could hold a pencil in my hand, I was making up stories in my head. I wrote my first book in the second grade, Girls [sorry Lena Dunham], about me and my best friends in college [because college was super cool when you were 8] who went on treasure hunts and fought bad guys with our super powers. My second grade teacher was so impressed with me, she laminated a cover and bound it. That will forever be the moment I dreamed of holding a copy of my own book and placing it on a shelf. Now all grown up, my head still stays in the fantasy world, fashioning worlds where the power of a star can be harnessed and used for time travel, flying is just as easy as walking here on earth – and my best friends are fairies. My characters are dark and lost individuals, but your love for them will grow when you realize not everything is black and white. I am represented by Rebecca Angus at Golden Wheat Literary. I have a three book deal with The Parliament House with Book One of my current trilogy, The Halves of Us, scheduled to be published in 10/9/2018.

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I am so excited that THE HALVES OF US by Sydney Paige Richardson is available now and that I get to share the news!
If you haven’t yet heard about this wonderful book by Author Sydney Paige Richardson, be sure to check out all the details below.
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Title: THE HALVES OF US (The Halves of Us Trilogy #1)
Author: Sydney Paige Richardson
Pub. Date: October 9, 2018
Publisher: The Parliament House
Formats: Paperback, eBook
Pages: 480
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Twin Sisters: one destined to rule, one cursed to destroy. 
Some say blood is thicker than water. But for twin sisters, Adie and Aura, their connection runs even deeper than blood.After investigating a surprise attack carried out by dark souls controlled by the Wicked Willow, an evil  residing in a neighboring region, Aura uncovers a family secret: she is the fulfillment of a curse placed upon her family centuries ago.
While Aura is destined to destroy their planet, Thindoral, Adie is fated to follow in their mother’s footsteps and become Ruler, but even Adie’s path comes with revelations. Dangerous premonitions plague her dreams, all depicting Thindoral’s demise at the hand of her sister.
As darkness takes control of her mind, Aura must determine whether defying fate and time is the choice that will seal her destruction, or if self-sacrifice will save all she holds dear. Meanwhile, Adie is faced with an impossible decision: save her sister, or protect their world?

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AURA AND ADIE
AGE 12

A  canvas of dark indigo filled Thindoral’s night sky, and the silver light of the stars reflected the mischief in Aura’s eyes. She counted them one by one, waiting for the Guards to finish their rounds. Waiting for the moons to rise high in the sky. Waiting for the right moment, when the palace was asleep and she could use the stolen key.

As the residents of the Dome grew quiet and Aura could no longer hear the hustle and bustle from the Town Square below, she tiptoed toward the door adjoining her room to her sister’s. Reaching into her pocket, she ran her fingertips across the roughly carved key to the Holding Room which she’d stolen from her Uncle Gossamer earlier that evening.

She shivered as the cold brass handle of the door met her palm. The wooden door creaked as she eased it open.

The thin white silk of the bed’s canopy fell in folds as it twirled down the dark wood of the bedposts. Aura tiptoed across the room and looked at her twin. Adie slept peacefully. The moonlight cast through the windows of the double doors leading out to their shared balcony. Aura knelt on the floor beside the bed and tugged on one of her sister’s scarlet braids, a replica of her own. She hid, crouching down as Adie rustled awake.

Adie sat up, her eyes still heavy with sleep. Aura jumped up onto her sister’s bed, giggling.

“Aura!” Adie said, throwing a pillow at her sister. She lay back down and covered her face with another pillow.

“Come on!” Aura pleaded.

“It’s the middle of the night. Let me sleep,” Adie begged, her voice muffled beneath the plush fabric.

“Look what I have . . .” Aura’s voice trailed off as she pulled the key out of her pocket. Chiseled from petrified wood, the key’s intricate design cast shadows from the moonlight onto Adie’s bed.

Adie raised her head, her sleepy eyes growing wide as intrigue filled them. She crawled across the bed, taking the key from Aura. “How did you . . . when did you—” She stopped.

Aura failed at hiding her smile. Adie always made her thieving ways feel like grand accomplishments. “We have to go tonight,” she whispered, taking the key back from Adie and putting it in her pocket.

She motioned for Adie to follow her as she made her way to the door leading out from her sister’s room and into the hall. She could hear Adie’s hesitant footsteps coming up beside her. She signaled Adie to stay back as she reached for the door handle.

Aura tucked a crimson curl behind her ear and tried to steady her breathing before peeking out. Her heartbeat drummed in her ears, nearly drowning out the nearby footsteps as Michael, Security Major of the Guard, paced the hallway as he did every night. The gold emblem of Thindoral’s sacred pendant, the Rokis, shimmered on the back of his dark blue uniform beneath the dim light cast from the lanterns on the walls.

She spun out of view when Michael glanced over his shoulder, and she silently begged Adie to stay quiet. They held their breath, and Aura swore the beating of her heart was now loud enough to give them away. Closing her eyes, she prayed he hadn’t seen her. If he had, he would never leave his post again.

After pleading to Fate herself, Aura’s gaze shifted out her bedroom window as she waited. Two silver rings lined Thindoral’s largest moon, reflecting bright light through her windows and creating a soft hue around a worried Adie in front of her. Michael’s footsteps faded down the granite hallway as he continued the last of his rounds throughout the Dome, and a grin stretched across Aura’s face.

“Are you sure we should do this?” Adie’s voice peaked as she stepped back toward her bed. “Mother always said the Rokis must never be touched by anyone but the Ruler, and—”

Aura stared at her. “Mother says lots of things.”

“What about Michael?” Adie frowned as she stepped out of bed.

“He just finished his rounds. Come on!”

Aura opened the door and searched both directions of the hallway. Michael was nowhere to be seen. She took Adie’s hand as they moved down the lonely hallway, followed only by the sounds of their bare feet pitter-pattering across the granite floors and the light scratching of the designs etching into the walls.

Aura released her grip on Adie’s hand and stopped to watch the pencil-like lines swirl around one another, forming mesmerizing odd shapes and letters. Her mother always told her these were secret messages left by the Designers, the godly beings who created the universe and all life within. Those worthy of their secret messages could decipher them. But to this day, none knew what the messages meant. Some areas of the walls repeated, and some changed as someone touched them.

Aura reached out to touch a design, and a flower bloomed where her fingers had just been. As the petals grew larger, her breath caught when the corners became black and shriveled, ultimately falling away from the stem and fading back into the colors of the wall. Her brow furrowed as she skimmed her hands along the rough lines of the walls. The texture moved under her palm like worms through thick dirt.

“Aura! Come on!” Adie whispered, breaking Aura from her trance as she grabbed her hand, pulling her farther down the dimly lantern-lit hallways.

They peeked down where the corridor ended at the Holding Room.

“No Guards!” Aura smirked, looking to Adie.
They squeezed each other’s hands tighter as they walked toward the towering silver door.

“Are you sure it’s in there tonight?” Adie asked.

Aura nodded. “Every fortnight, Mother leaves it in here for one evening. She says something about it being too heavy to sleep with.”

They stopped in front of the door, looking up as far as they could. Even though the dark of night had taken over the Dome, the door to the Holding Room still glowed. The silver designs carved into its surface reflected in their eyes. An even brighter golden light draped the sacred design of the Rokis which hung above it.

“You did make sure you got the right key, didn’t you?” Adie asked. Her head remained tilted back, examining the door as she fidgeted with her braid.

Aura turned and faced her sister. A mirror image of herself nervously smiled back as she retrieved the key from her pocket.

She handed it to Adie, but she shook her head. “You open it,” Adie insisted.

They walked forward, hand in hand. As they approached the door, Aura broke free from her sister. Adie waited a few steps behind, sneaking glances back down the hallway.
Aura’s hand trembled as she slid the key in the door and twisted. The loud click of the door unlocking hung in the air, and Adie ran toward her.

“Shhh!” Adie hushed. Aura shrugged and grinned as she twisted the handle. They gazed over their shoulders, peering down the hallway. Adie sighed heavily, relieved as she looked back at Aura and nodded. They were still alone.

Together, they gritted their teeth and pulled at the door with all their strength.

“Keep pulling,” Adie whispered as it creaked open and she slipped in.

Aura pushed her way through the opening, and the door closed behind them.

Plush velvet curtains gathered at the sides of the stone walls around the perimeter of the room, revealing exquisite stained-glass windows. The moonlight poured in, bouncing off the tall ceilings, and a deep rush of color danced across the floor. Aura looked at her blue dress, which now took on a deep red, mimicking the lighting. She twirled around and smiled as the ends of her dress broke the kaleidoscope of colors reflecting on the floor.

“Aura!” Adie whispered as she pointed to the stairs in the center of the room, leading up to a pedestal.

Hand in hand they marched up the four giant stone steps. There lay the Rokis given to them by the Designers, who harnessed the power of a star in its center gem to protect them from the evil residing on their planet. The gem radiated a bright blue light, and twelve golden triangles jutted outward around it, reflecting a ray of sapphire on their faces.

“Touch it!” Aura said.

“No! Mother says I have to wait,” Adie replied.

“Come on! We didn’t come here just to look at it. I mean, it’ll be yours one day, anyway.” Aura stood tall and struck a pose, mimicking their mother. “The Rokis belongs to the youngest born, the future Ruler.” She giggled and covered her mouth as the sound echoed throughout the Holding Room. “What’s wrong with touching it now?” she whispered.

Aura watched her sister’s brow crease in thought as she stared at the Rokis, entranced by its beauty. The light of the center gem captured the jade color of her eyes. Adie shivered suddenly and looked back up at Aura with hesitation.

“Together?” Aura asked, taking her sister’s hand.

Adie gulped and nodded slowly.

As they brought their hands above the center of the Rokis, Aura could feel Adie’s tremble below hers. She closed her eyes and lowered their hands onto the blue gem. As soon as she felt their palms reach the center, a surge of light burst throughout the room, throwing Aura down the steps.

The bright light rose higher, climbing up the walls. Pain coursed through Aura’s elbow as it smacked on the floor. Clutching her arm, she tried to stifle her tears. Taking a deep breath, she moved from her stomach to a sitting position and looked around, searching for her sister.

Her bottom lip trembled. “Adie?” she whispered. “Adie!” she whispered louder.

Adie was gone.

A blue light collected around the ceiling, swirling above her. Silent tears fell down her cheeks as her trembling evolved into shakes.

The light came together into a ball in the middle of the ceiling, and Aura froze. It shot down toward the ground, and she shielded her eyes with the back of her hands. Once she felt the light dissipate, she let her hands fall and opened her eyes. Motionless, Adie lay on the floor a few feet in front of her.

“Adie! Adie! Wake up, you must wake up!” Aura ran over to her twin, hushing her voice as she heard the Guards coming down the hallway.

Adie groaned and opened her eyes.

Aura gasped and stepped back. “Adie, your eyes! They’re blue!” She wiped her tears and looked over at the door as the voices on the other side grew closer. “Come on, we have to get you up. We need to go!” Aura said, helping Adie to her feet.

They ran over to the curtains and hid behind them.

“Stand still and don’t make a sound,” Aura begged.

Adie leaned against Aura’s shoulder as they both peeked out from behind the curtains.

“The key. Where’s the key?!” Gossamer shouted from outside the Holding Room door.

“Sir, it’s open . . .” replied one of the Guards as they eased into the room.

Aura pulled the curtain back over them, listening to Adie’s heavy breathing. She tried to calm her down, hoping the Guards wouldn’t discover them.

“I was making my way back to my room, when I saw a bright light come from behind the door. That’s when I discovered my key missing . . .” Gossamer’s deep voice bellowed.

“We were on guard, sir, but saw nothing,” another Guard replied.

Aura peeked out from the curtains once more. Gossamer walked up the tall steps to the pedestal, a puzzled expression on his face.

“The Rokis is still here, unharmed.”

“It could’ve been the stained glass windows reflecting the light, sir,” suggested the short, squatty Guard.

Gossamer spun around to face him, and Aura quickly stepped back behind the curtain.

“Have the other Guards stand directly outside the entrance. We’ll begin a search for the key.”
“Minister, could you have possibly misplac—” the Guard began.

“The keys are always on me.” Gossamer pulled on the iron loop around his belt. Hundreds of keys dangled atop one another and clinked together as he released the loop. “They never leave my side. And remember, no one is to touch the Rokis but the Ruler herself. Its powers are far more than we can comprehend. Have the Guards check all the exits. Make sure everyone is accounted for. The last time this happened . . .” He paused, his hands still in fists. “Double the Guards around the Ruler and Adie and Aura’s chambers.”

Adie gasped, and Aura quickly covered her sister’s mouth. She narrowed her eyes at Adie in a silent plea to keep quiet. She frowned upon seeing her sister’s eyes remained bright blue. They stood perfectly still as Gossamer and the Guards quieted. Aura prayed they didn’t come any closer.

“Sir, I don’t think we should alarm the staff. We haven’t had an intrusion in years.”

“We take no risks!” Gossamer shouted.

Aura peeked out as her uncle walked toward the entrance. His face reddened as he took a few long breaths. She’d never seen him this angry.

“Check the exits. Do not wake the Ruler. I will inform her myself. Keep Guards at the door until the key is recovered,” he ordered.

THE DOOR CLOSED BEHIND THEM, and Adie removed Aura’s hand from her mouth. She peered out into the empty room. “We have to get out of here!” Adie’s stomach churned as her nerves took over.

Aura stepped out from the curtain and ran after Adie, hugging her tightly. “What happened? I thought you were gone!” She pulled away from Adie, wiping away new tears. “And why are your eyes blue?”

“I don’t know . . .” Adie tried to hide the welling in her eyes. “But if Uncle Gossamer finds us in here, we’ll be in terrible trouble. We have to get back to our rooms.”
Aura nodded in agreement. “I’ll leave the key here. He’ll think he dropped it.” She knelt and carefully placed the key on the floor.

“I suggest we pretend this never happened.” Adie bit her lip to hide its trembling.

“Agreed.” She made her way to Adie, hugging her again. “You had me so worried. Where did you go?”

Her sister’s arms clung tightly to her. A warm tear fell down Adie’s cheek. “I don’t know. Let’s worry about getting out of here first.”

Aura pulled away from their embrace, heading toward the entrance of the Holding Room.

“Wait! The Guards?” Adie stepped in front of her, blocking her way toward the door.
Aura tugged Adie’s braid. “Those are the same Guards who were sleeping through their shift. How do you think we got in here without being detected?” Her mouth curled into a mischievous grin.

“No! No! Aura, what if they are on the other side?”

“We can’t hide in here forever,” Aura replied.

“Maybe we just confess . . .”

“And explain to Mother what happened?” Aura said.

Adie froze, holding her breath as Aura cracked the door and glanced through the opening.

She closed the door slowly and turned toward Adie. “There are two Guards with their back to us. We’re going to count to three and make a run straight out of here. Got it?”
Adie nodded back at her and finally breathed.

“Hey,” Aura said as she reached for Adie’s hand. “They’re on the other side of the door, toward the left. We can make it. Count with me. One . . .”

“Two,” Adie replied.

“Three!” they whispered as they slipped out of the tiny opening of the door and darted down the corridor.

“They didn’t see us!” Aura said, but Adie dared not look back.

They continued to run down the hallway and dashed into Adie’s room. Adie shut the door quietly behind her as they heard footsteps coming down the hallway.

“Quick! Into bed!” Aura whispered.

They both jumped into Adie’s bed and huddled together.

“Close your eyes!”
“Shh!” Adie responded.

Her bedroom door creaked opened, allowing a sliver of light halfway into the room. Adie squeezed her eyes shut as she heard Gossamer sigh and close the door.

Aura pushed the covers back and jumped out of bed, listening to his footsteps disappear down the hall. Adie opened her eyes and turned over, clutching one of her pillows as Aura got back in bed with a satisfied grin on her face.

“Adie, your eyes aren’t blue anymore!” she exclaimed. Her smile grew wider.

Adie stood and walked over to the dark wood vanity by her bed. She examined herself in the mirror. Emerald eyes stared back at her. She pulled at the puffy, tired skin beneath them.

“Now are you going to tell me what happened?” Aura asked.

Adie’s hands dropped to her side. She continued to stare at her reflection. She blinked and froze as the whites of her eyes vanished and went black. She blinked again and the emerald color returned. Taking in a deep breath, she walked back over to the bed, shaking her head and lying down.

“I don’t exactly know, but I think we should promise to never talk about it ever again. If Mother were to find out—”

“She won’t, but I must know!” Aura begged. “Adie, you disappeared—”

Adie looked at her sister, frizzy red ringlets framed her face. She sighed, sitting up and facing Aura. “I don’t know where I was, but there was this tall beautiful tree.” Her eyes grew wide at the vivid memory. “It had long, thin branches that swayed in the wind. They filled the space around me. There was so many I couldn’t see past them! I walked closer to the trunk of the tree, but I had to tilt my head to see the top.” She hesitated.

Her sister’s curious expression was opposite of the worry in her own.

“Then there was this gust of wind, and I turned as a black cloud of smoke came straight toward me. The branches started to lose their leaves, and what I could see of the sky was changing to red.” She paused, fearing her heart would beat straight out of her chest. “So I started running. The next thing I knew, you told me to get up . . .” Adie trailed off.

“Why didn’t I see the tree?” Aura asked, looking down at her hands.

“I don’t know. Maybe I just imagined it all.” Adie said, trying to convince herself nothing happened. She looked at Aura, whose eyes remained down, deep in thought. “Now promise,” she said.

“Promise what?”

“We never talk about it to anyone. We pretend it never happened.”

“What if your eyes turn blue again?” she asked.

“They won’t. Just promise, please. Okay?”

“Promise.” Aura agreed.

Adie hugged her sister. She closed her eyes, remembering the dark cloud coming toward her. She could never tell Aura the rest of what she’d seen. She buried her face in her sister’s embrace, trying to remove the image from her mind, but the memory flashed across her eyelids, mocking her.

She remembered hearing Aura’s voice and turning to see her sister standing a few feet away, hiding in the thin branches of the tree. A dark smoke-like cloud came from around Aura, charging toward Adie. Aura’s black eyes and haunting smile made Adie shudder.
She must never tell anyone.

About Sydney:
Even before I could hold a pencil in my hand, I was making up stories in my head. I wrote my first book in the second grade, Girls [sorry Lena Dunham], about me and my best friends in college [because college was super cool when you were 8] who went on treasure hunts and fought bad guys with our super powers. My second grade teacher was so impressed with me, she laminated a cover and bound it. That will forever be the moment I dreamed of holding a copy of my own book and placing it on a shelf.

Now all grown up, my head still stays in the fantasy world, fashioning worlds where the power of a star can be harnessed and used for time travel, flying is just as easy as walking here on earth – and my best friends are fairies. My characters are dark and lost individuals, but your love for them will grow when you realize not everything is black and white. I am represented by Rebecca Angus at Golden Wheat Literary.

I have a three book deal with The Parliament House with Book One of my current trilogy, The Halves of Us, scheduled to be published in 10/9/2018.

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My name is Ashley and I enjoy reading almost anything but I am partial to YA Paranormal/Fantasy/Sci-Fi. I love going on adventures and my professional job actually allows me to travel as a nurse! Oh Hey! Books is a fun atmosphere for me to write all about my love of books and travel. Sit back, prop up your feet and enjoy a good read.

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