does nothing. He watches the whip and the lion tamer as if he wants to swallow them in one gulp.
“The Ring Master says, Kneel .”
The manticore kneels; the crowd claps.
“That’s the Ring Master?” I aks . “He looks so weak. Like he’s about to fall apart. Or drop dead from fatigue.”
“Don’t let him fool you. He’s a sorcerer and likely sold his soul for his power.” Jason’s arm moves behind my chair. “You were brave. I still can’t believe how you wacked your sister over the back with that chair.” He leans in close and glances at my lips.
Remembering that kiss, I lick my lips. If my sister and the wolf-bird hadn’t shown up, I’d have lost my ability to ride the unicorns.
Right there in the middle of the broken factory.
I’d kill him within a week if I ever dated him, I reminded myself. His wandering eye alone would be enough to cause me to war with him. Not to mention how annoyingly stubborn he can be.
But a kiss like that whenever we make up would be worth it.
Ignoring that foolish voice inside me, I lean away from him and strain to look around the tent.
“What are you looking for?”
“Harry Potter.”
“Honey, I hate to tell you this. I know you’ve been in love with him since sixth grade, but he’s fictional.”
“And what would you call all this?” I gesture to the room.
He shrugs. “This? This is life.”
I didn’t realize how true his words were. Or how much they would change mine.
Acknowledgments
Thank you to TJ for the snuggles and the inspiration, for the endless rounds of edits and the tough criticisms, for the encouragement and the kind words. I couldn’t survive without you.
Thank you to my writing friends and beta-readers. Because of you, my story has grown better.
Thank you to my cover artist. I couldn’t imagine a more beautiful cover for this book.
I appreciate every one of my readers. You make the pursuit of my dreams worthwhile.
Most importantly, I thank God for putting this story in my heart.
Author’s Bio
Leaving the house to go to school, I had schoolbooks spilling out of one hand, the other holding my place in a Nancy Drew novel, and bunny slippers still on my feet. My mom was a wee bit upset.
I haven't changed much. Still always have a book (or two) in my hand or creating stories in my head, and although I don't have any bunny slippers, I love writing in my jammies and snuggly slipper socks.
When I grow up (maybe a hundred years from now), I'd like to be a superhero, but for now, saving the day, one page at a time, suits me just fine.
With my husband TJ (my own cuddly werewolf), I home-school our three girls, who keep us busy with art, science projects, books to read, dance classes, and walks about the park.
Other books by this author:
Daughter of the Goddess
Tears
Transcendent: Tales of the Paranormal
Unlocked: Ten “Key” Tales
Ménage à 20, Tales with a hook
Contact:
afantasyfiction.blogspot.com
goodreads.com/ RitaWebb
Facebook.com/ RitaJWebb
Twitter @ RitaJWebb
“The Ring Master says, Kneel .”
The manticore kneels; the crowd claps.
“That’s the Ring Master?” I aks . “He looks so weak. Like he’s about to fall apart. Or drop dead from fatigue.”
“Don’t let him fool you. He’s a sorcerer and likely sold his soul for his power.” Jason’s arm moves behind my chair. “You were brave. I still can’t believe how you wacked your sister over the back with that chair.” He leans in close and glances at my lips.
Remembering that kiss, I lick my lips. If my sister and the wolf-bird hadn’t shown up, I’d have lost my ability to ride the unicorns.
Right there in the middle of the broken factory.
I’d kill him within a week if I ever dated him, I reminded myself. His wandering eye alone would be enough to cause me to war with him. Not to mention how annoyingly stubborn he can be.
But a kiss like that whenever we make up would be worth it.
Ignoring that foolish voice inside me, I lean away from him and strain to look around the tent.
“What are you looking for?”
“Harry Potter.”
“Honey, I hate to tell you this. I know you’ve been in love with him since sixth grade, but he’s fictional.”
“And what would you call all this?” I gesture to the room.
He shrugs. “This? This is life.”
I didn’t realize how true his words were. Or how much they would change mine.
Acknowledgments
Thank you to TJ for the snuggles and the inspiration, for the endless rounds of edits and the tough criticisms, for the encouragement and the kind words. I couldn’t survive without you.
Thank you to my writing friends and beta-readers. Because of you, my story has grown better.
Thank you to my cover artist. I couldn’t imagine a more beautiful cover for this book.
I appreciate every one of my readers. You make the pursuit of my dreams worthwhile.
Most importantly, I thank God for putting this story in my heart.
Author’s Bio
Leaving the house to go to school, I had schoolbooks spilling out of one hand, the other holding my place in a Nancy Drew novel, and bunny slippers still on my feet. My mom was a wee bit upset.
I haven't changed much. Still always have a book (or two) in my hand or creating stories in my head, and although I don't have any bunny slippers, I love writing in my jammies and snuggly slipper socks.
When I grow up (maybe a hundred years from now), I'd like to be a superhero, but for now, saving the day, one page at a time, suits me just fine.
With my husband TJ (my own cuddly werewolf), I home-school our three girls, who keep us busy with art, science projects, books to read, dance classes, and walks about the park.
Other books by this author:
Daughter of the Goddess
Tears
Transcendent: Tales of the Paranormal
Unlocked: Ten “Key” Tales
Ménage à 20, Tales with a hook
Contact:
afantasyfiction.blogspot.com
goodreads.com/ RitaWebb
Facebook.com/ RitaJWebb
Twitter @ RitaJWebb
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