Published by Anessa Books on 3-18-2014
Genres: Fantasy, New Adult, Paranormal
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In one day Scai has gone from an ordinary outcast in her little Welsh village to learning that she is a member of a magical people called the Vallen. Left on the church steps by a strange couple to be raised by the town priest, she knows nothing of her history—or her abilities. Did she really stop the rain just by wishing it to stop? But she is determined to learn all she can. Travelling alone to England to find her family seems to be the only way she’s going to find the answers she seeks.
Her journey leads her to the funny old knight Sir Dagonet, the handsome squire Dylan and the fiery Bridget. Together, Scai, Dylan and Bridget are the long awaited Children of Avalon, destined to save the world from Lady Nimuë, formerly known as the Lady of the Lake—unless she kills them first.
Along the way, Scai finds magic - both in the wind and air that she can control at will, and in the sweet ache of a first love that she cannot.
I pushed past Dylan. I wasn’t three steps away when I was knocked off my feet by a gust of wind hitting me squarely on my back. That was followed by a torrential rain, harder than anything we’d had to endure the past few days.
I could barely manage to stand against the force of the wind and rain that pushed at me. I was at Dylan’s side in a moment, helped by wind and rain.
“All right! I admit it,” he called out above the noise of the storm. “I made it rain. I’m sorry! Now stop this, Scai.”
Oh, he was one to throw blame about so easily. “Me? I’m not doing this! You stop it. It’s your magic,” I called out, using the strength of my anger in my fight to stay upright against the force of the storm.
Dylan caught me with an arm around my waist as I was about to blown away. “What do you mean? This isn’t my magic. I’m not doing this!”
If he wasn’t doing this, then who was?
“Scai, you’ve got to stop this. I can’t.” Dylan’s words flipped past me.
I shot a look up at him. “I can’t stop it!”
“Yes, you can. This wind is your domain.”
“And the rain is yours. We’ll do it together,” I said, practically having to scream to be heard above the storm.
Dylan nodded. He shifted himself so that he could grasp both of my hands. As soon as he did so, heat and magic jolted up my arms. I grabbed hold of it with my mind and pushed back with my own.
“Good,” Dylan said, nodding approvingly.
I dared to look up at him. Immediately we locked eyes. And just like that, we were bound together, almost as if someone had tied a mental rope from him to me. I was completely connected to him—almost a part of him. Somehow, despite the wind and rain, I felt better than I had in a long time. Warmth and energy coursed through me. Hope and determination followed, giving me a strength I’d never known before.
Dylan gave me a surprised smile—he must have felt it too. But then, as fast as the moment had come, he pushed it aside and called out, “Now, on three we’ll put an end to this storm. One…”
“How?” I interrupted.
Dylan looked confused for a moment and gave a little shrug. “You just will it to end. Imagine a blue sky and the sun shining.”
That was something I could do. I nodded.
“One, two, three!” Dylan called out.
I formed a picture in my mind’s eye of what the field had looked like before the storm had hit. It was hard concentrating with my eyes open, staring into the intense green of Dylan’s eyes. There was the wind and rain to contend with, as well. I just wished it would stop so I could form the picture, so I could see the sun. I concentrated harder, seeing the green of the grass in Dylan’s eyes, seeing the clear blue sky and the sun reflected in them.
And then I realized I truly was seeing the sky and sun reflected in his eyes.
A smile grew on his face, until it reached all the way into his eyes, and another kind of warmth shot through me. How I wished he would always look at me that way.
“We did it!” He laughed, letting go of me.
It was suddenly cold without his warmth, without his magic. A lonely sadness whipped through me, but then the excitement of what we had done took over. I let out a little whoop of excitement, until my exhaustion suddenly slammed into me and I stumbled forward.