the world has a Spark, a light inside that guides them, keeps them alive.”
men and women who have powerful Sparks. Strikers are taught to manipulate fire.
Trackers learn to find animals in the most formidable terrains. Handlers are
instructed in communication with large predators. But forty years have passed
since the last time they had a Reader – a student with the ability to read
many like him, but he doesn’t realize just how rare his abilities really are.
He thinks nothing of being asked to keep his Spark a secret; after all, he can
barely control it. Thoughts and emotions flood unbidden into his mind until he
can scarcely walk or hold a conversation. But just when he needs it most, his
ability fails him.
ignites his protective nature. He has no explanation for the curious strength
of their relationship, and it doesn’t help that she is one of the few people in
the world whose thoughts can’t be read. As he struggles to get to the root of
their unique bond, Lark begins to unravel more power than even his mentor
expected, but in the process makes himself a target to political leaders eager
to take control.
most comfortable bed I had ever known and sank into the soft down pillows. I
had just started to drift off when I heard a knock at the door. I’m going to kill Avis.
Avis. It was a stunning blonde with blue eyes. Khea.
arms moved to wrap around my waist and hold me tight as I questioned if I was
really sleeping or not.
about being in someone else’s room after hours, so I pulled her in and sat down
on the edge of the bed, still a little surprised she was there.
her face was still sweet and there was no denying that the last two years had
done her well. Who would have thought such a beautiful young woman would come
from that skinny little girl in Lagodon?
appear less tired or shocked than I was.
but I was beyond amazed that she was interested in my whereabouts. I hadn’t
seen her since that night at the Moonwater and it had changed everything for me
since then. But for her, I wasn’t aware that she had been affected in any way.
little I wanted to wait. I would have given anything to have her stay.
said, “meet me at the lake at noon.” With a lingering kiss on my cheek, she
walked back through the door and disappeared into the dark stone corridor.
person in years, and we were hardly close before that. And now she arrived in
my room in the middle of the night and kissed me on the cheek. Was it a kiss
like a friend would give another? Or more? I couldn’t make any sense of it, but
there was only thing I was sure of. I would be at the lake at noon if it was
the last thing I did.
RS McCoy didn’t ever plan on being a writer. With a career
teaching high school science, writing is the last thing she expected. But life
never goes the way you think it will. While battling cancer, she picked up her
laptop and let the words flow out. One year later, her first published fantasy
novel has been released on Amazon and her second novel is in the works. She is
a wife, mother of two, a scientist, baker, gardener, and life-long science
fiction and fantasy addict.
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