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Sought By Destiny

by Monica Ageno

 

(CHRONICLES OF THE FATES, #2)
Publication date: December 1st 2024
Genres: Fantasy, New Adult, Romance

A Betrayal
Forced to betray her fated mate—a man she despises as much as she craves—Feylin is thrust into a world where dark magic is used without restraint and her survival depends on her cunning alone. As she struggles to guard her secrets, the new mate bond begins to fracture her resolve, threatening to tear her apart from the inside.

One truth remains: nothing is more dangerous to her than him. Olron, The Dark Mage. The exiled King of Gravindale. He has plans of his own for Feylin, twisted ambitions that go far beyond the bond they are forced to share. He may have taken her, but he will never have her.

Olron

She was supposed to be a pawn, she has turned herself into a Queen. An important piece in a dangerous game. A choices that he intends to take full advantage of. After all, he is best known for capitalising on his opportunities.
He has plans for her. Ones that will force her to look beyond everything she thought she knew about herself—about him. Plans that could bind their lives together in unexpected ways that their enemies are not prepared for.

Perfect for fans of Jennifer L. Armentrout’s “Blood and Ash” series, Sarah J. Maas’s “A Court of Thorns and Roses”series. This fantasy romance will captivate readers who crave stories of enemies-to-lovers, fated mates, strong heroines, slow-burn tension, and dangerous, seductive anti-heroes

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Storm stood at the edge of Skyreach, his eyes scanning the charred landscape. The ground, once lush and green, was now a scorched black sea. The air was thick with the acrid smell of burnt wood. The ruins before him stood as silent witnesses to the battle’s wrath, skeletal remains stark against the early morning sky.

Every crack in the earth, every smouldering ember, was a testament to the destructive power he had wielded. For weeks he had been consumed by a rage so intense it charred him from the inside out, a bitterness that pulsed in his veins like a poison. Never had he felt this hollow in his life. An emptiness so profound it had taken control of his mind.

The betrayal of his mate that had ripped his heart in a million pieces. Ever since he had met Feylin, he had kept her at arm’s length simply to prevent this kind of attachment to her. It would seem that she did not need the mate bond consummated to have control of his heart.

Feylin…

Just the thought of her name had his anger steaming as he recalled the moment he had realized that by some fate-cursed magic, she had discovered a way to break their bond. That was bad enough, but then the same cursed magic had bonded her to Olron, for a reason only she understood.

Storm steeled his heart at the thought of her. It was not merely her betrayal that fuelled the flames within him; it was her choice, even if it was a choice that consumed his mind in scorching fury. She had chosen Olron. His once best friend. Someone who had once been so close they had been like brothers.

“Storm.” Alaric approached cautiously, sensing his state of mind. His friend had been handling him with gloves lately. Storm knew he had been volatile, and Alaric had given him more leeway than he would have any other mage.

“Why are you still out here? It has been a hard-fought victory. You have earned a rest.”

“Victory?” Storm chuckled bitterly. They had won Skyreach back from Olron after weeks of Storm ploughing through enemy troops with his magic unleashed at its fullest potential.

He had been single-minded. Kill, destroy, get to Olron…but the bastard had not been at the battlefield. He had not shown up for weeks. He had left the trolls, dark Fae and the undead to fight his battle. Was he too occupied with his new mate to remember that they were at war? Storm punched a tree in frustration as he began to pace, the red haze starting to rise in his mind. He knew what it was. The mate madness.

This was one of the reasons he had not wanted to consummate his bond with Feylin. He had never wanted to ever be controlled by the whims of the Fates.

His father had suffered the mate madness after his mother had died. Very few resisted it. Even fewer survived it. Olron was the one person in recorded history to have survived it without a tether, but even then, he was barely sane. Those that survived with their minds intact had important tethers, like children or other loved ones. Clearly his feelings for Irina had not been as strong as he had thought if he was being driven to the brink of insanity.

Irina had been his long-time companion, since childhood. He had thought he was in love with her, one of the reasons why he had rejected his mate bond with Feylin. Now he had no choice of what to feel—jealousy was a living flame in his chest.

Last night he had felt her, Feylin, and for the first time in a long while, his soul had calmed.

Storm had been in the middle of battle, and it had woken him up like a jolt of pure lightening straight to his veins. He had no idea how she had so easily broken their bond and in the same manner, restored it.

The madness was slowly receding with every beat of his heart as he felt her warm, fresh presence down the bond. She was pure and clear like dew in the morning. He had missed her anchoring him.

He had never wanted this weakness. Never wanted to be shackled by bonds beyond his control. Yet, here he was. Storm lifted his face to the smoke-stained sky and roared, the sound carrying the potency of his fury.

He had tried to prevent this. Had refused to make her his weakness, but none of it mattered. He now understood what the bond was. The mate bond was not just some magic that linked them together. Rather, she was the other half to his soul, blackened though it was.

“Storm, old friend,” Alaric said calmly. “Steady your heart. We will find her.”

“I will know no rest while my mate lies beside another man,” Storm snapped. He couldn’t dwell too much on that imagery. He had already put Alaric through enough as it was.

It had been this way ever since he had first discovered that Feylin was missing.

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About Author Monica Ageno:

MONICA AGENO is a Melbourne based Author and illustrator.

She has a genuine love for life, and her passion, drive, and wild imagination seep onto every written page. She also paints in her spare time.

She writes both childrens’ books under the pen name Ageno H Monica and New Adult romance books under her name Monica Ageno.

She believes in the importance of reading to children from an early age to help build their confidence and her children’s books are both imaginative and lesson based.

When it comes to her New Adult books Monica writes with such a ferocity that once you enter her world, you never want to leave.

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Candy Crone is a Christmas Short Story standalone in
the bestselling Hawthorne University Witch Series.

Candy Crone

The Hawthorne University Witch Series Book 8

By A.L. Hawke

Genre: Paranormal Holiday Fantasy

Candy Crone is a Christmas Short Story standalone following Shadow
Cast
 in the Hawthorne University Witch Series.
While I’m enjoying a spicy caramel apple surprise at our local ice cream
parlor, an old lady in rags rambles nonsense about candy canes to children
waiting for Santa. That distracts me from prepping my young friend Cat for her
college interview at Hawthorne University.
Christmas turns into creepy Halloween when all the local children, including
Cat, disappear in the woods. Bryce and I search our forest but become
spellbound. All this voracious casting heralds the arrival of a new witch in
town. The Candy Crone.
As the Hawthorne Witch, I hold great power, but with my unborn baby kicking,
the witch exploits my sins and vices through gluttony. Am I nothing more than
my appetites and power as the Hawthorne Witch? Or can I accomplish something
greater? If I can’t sort my stuff out, Cat, my unborn baby, Chandra, and all
these innocent kids living in Hawthorne are toast.

 

Cadence Hawthorne returns in this Christmas novella taking place after
Shadow Cast, book 6, in The Hawthorne University Witch Series. Candy Crone
is a complete self-contained novella not ending in cliffhangers. Some spoilers
cannot be avoided, but the story is a STANDALONE book that can be enjoyed
without reading the preceding novels.

 

 

Content Warning: Candy Crone contains profanity, adult situations and, of
course, witchcraft.

 

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Cadence! Cadence!”

Bryce and I spin around in the direction of the shouting. That was Cat’s voice! I’m forced to squint as the sun’s rays open again through a gap in the trees. But then Cat stops crying for help.

Light shines over our dirt path, winding through the trees, and I see more breadcrumbs strewn along the ground. I don’t follow the path. Instead, I walk off the trail and start gathering large fallen branches in the bushes. I pile the thickest ones and start forming a five-pointed star.

“What are you doing, Katie?” Bryce asks.

“I don’t know. I remember doing this in my dream. All this happened before, in the dream…or…I foresaw it happening. You and I first spotted breadcrumbs. So I built this sigil as a signal and as a refuge during the nightmare. I think the headmaster’s right, this witch is very powerful. She, or whoever’s possessing her, is attacking us with powerful magic. I feel like I have to build this circle for protection.”

And I drag another stick along the ice, forming a circle surrounding my pentagram. Then I gesture at my work.

Bryce nods, but then he freaks me out when he covers his eyes, squinting over my left shoulder. Turning in the direction of his gaze, I see a bright golden glow. The light is heralding a small cottage among the trees. The breadcrumb trail ends at a walkway surrounding the cottage, which has two windows with shutters and a chimney. It’s as if the cottage has always been there, hidden in the woods. Two large red poles with white stripes by the entrance appear to be the size of people. They look like huge peppermint candy canes. And beside the peppermint sticks, in the snow, are two gingerbread-like statues about half my height. The top of one of the peppermint sticks forms the outline of a girl’s face. But her expression is frozen, motionless, like a statue. An icy pathway of shiny red and green candy tiles leads to the front door. The door and the shutters are composed of a brown cake-like substance. Gingerbread? White patches on the walls form a thick plaster. On the plaster brush marks stick out in sections, reminding me of frosting. Soft red and green gems embedded in the white plaster, covered in crystalized sugar kernels, reflect the golden sunlight. Gumdrops or sugar plums. Chocolatey-brown drippings fall from the rooftops, draining into chocolate pools. And the roof is made of a cinnamon red candy–like surface.

We walk slowly along the candy path. Bryce runs a finger along the white plaster beside the door. It’s not solid, and it’s not plaster, it’s like a thick white goo.

“Frosting?” Bryce asks me with a nervous chuckle.

I nod and run my finger along the wall too. I bring the goo to my nose. It smells so sweet and delicious.

“This has to stop,” snaps Bryce. “This sick witch is controlling us like in a fairy tale. And . . . I feel drowsy, as if I’m dreaming, Kate. I think she’s putting a spell on us.”

How can she not be? We’re standing in front of a gingerbread house.

I nab a large crystalized green gumdrop the size of my palm, stuck to the white frosting, and bite into it. It tastes so good! It’s soft, full of granules of sugar, with a wonderful tangy sweet lime. And the best part is the consistency. The gob sticks in my mouth like chewing gum.

“Cadence, what are you doing!”

He tries to snatch it from my fingers, but I pull it away. I don’t know why I’m eating it, but I am. It’s like I’m compelled to eat it. But it tastes sooo good. I don’t know how Bryce is stopping himself. I’m so hungry.

“It tastes really good, Bryce,” I say with my mouth full. “Wow. You should try some.” Then I dip it in some of the wall plaster and offer him some. “Try it, babe. Just take a bite.”

Growly, growler. Growly, growler.

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Do you write one book at a time or do you have several going at a time? 

If I’m really into a particular project, it becomes all encompassing. I prefer one book at a time but it doesn’t always work out that way. And lately, I also work on converting books to audio at the same time.

 

What made you want to become an author and do you feel it was the right decision?

I always had ideas in my head about writing. I think I always wanted to be a storyteller my whole life.

 

Advice you would give new authors? 

Take a look at other books in your interested genre. Learn from other writers by looking at what’s been written before. And do it for the fun of writing, not for the dollar. At an average cost of $3.99 per ebook, just doing the math, this isn’t a job making writers rich. You really have to love it for the craft.

 

Describe your writing style. 

I think my books are very dialog-heavy. It’s funny because I’ve heard the opposite. Some say they were impressed with my descriptive writing, but I really feel like most of the time I’m using description as a scaffold for conversation. I’m letting the characters run the show. So, reality comes in the form of dialog. It’s what breathes life into my characters.

 

What makes a good story? 

Something engrossing.

 

What are you currently reading? 

I’m reading It Ends with Us. Heard of it? ☺ I’m giving that book a whirl.

 

What is your writing process? For instance do you do an outline first? Do you do the chapters first? 

No outlines. My characters shape what happens.

 

Do you try more to be original or to deliver to readers what they want? 

That’s a good question. It’s a mix. If I feel like something is successful, like my witch series has been, then I want to spend my time working with my success. That’s why I’ve written so many books in the series. But I write some books outside of my typical genre. And I like to take chances. It’s part of being an “artist” not a marketer. Because indie writers tend to be on different sides of that spectrum.

 

How long on average does it take you to write a book? 

I can write about four pages an hour. I’m very prolific and can bust out a novel in a couple of weeks. The editing process can take longer, but, in many ways editing is more gratifying. There’s no blank pages staring at you. Or you’re not looking at page count and thinking “man, I’ve only got another hundred pages to go.”

 

Do you believe in writer’s block? 

Absolutely. I suffer from it all the time. But, for me, it’s not a blank page. I can write pages upon pages, but it’s a sense that I’m struggling to get work out. If the story comes easy, it’s so much more of a pleasure and I know it’s going to be good.

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A.L. Hawke is the author of the bestselling Hawthorne
University Witch series. The author lives in Southern California torching the
midnight candle over lovers against a backdrop of machines, nymphs, magic,
spice and mayhem. A.L. Hawke writes fantasy and romance spanning four thousand
years, from pre-civilization to contemporary and beyond.

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Their fantasy is her reality.

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Tune in Tomorrow

by Randee Dawn

Genre: Humorous Pop-Culture Fantasy

A funny, thrilling and mysterious adventure into the
world of alternate reality television… Perfect for fans of Jasper Fforde and
Christopher Moore.

 

She’s just a small town girl, with big mythic dreams.

Starr Weatherby came to New York to become… well, a star.
But after ten years and no luck, she’s offered a big role – on a show no one
has ever heard of. And there’s a reason for that. It’s a ‘reality’ show beyond
the Veil, human drama, performed for the entertainment of the Fae.

But as Starr shifts from astounded newcomer to rising fan
favorite, she learns about the show’s dark underbelly – and mysterious
disappearance of her predecessor. She’ll do whatever it takes to keep her dream
job – though she might just bring down the show in the process.

Raves for the book:

“I thought I’d seen everything in the galaxy of reality
TV, until Randee’s book!” – Andy Cohen, Host / Executive Producer, Watch
What Happens Live with Andy Cohen and New York Times bestselling author

“Randee Dawn has single-handedly created a glittering
new genre: the Backstage Comedy Fantasy Romance — and I want more!” –
Ellen Kushner, World Fantasy Award-winning author of Thomas the Rhymer and
Swordspoint

“Randee Dawn’s Tune in Tomorrow is a wild ride through
the world of reality TV, Faerie style. It’s a satire and a romance (of a sort)
and a fairytale and a mystery, full of characters I loved (and loved to hate)
and situations that had me biting my nails. It’s also hilariously funny.”
– World Fantasy Award nominee Delia Sherman, author of The Porcelain Dove and
The Evil Wizard Smallbone

“Tune in Tomorrow is a joyride. It takes you on a
journey into the make believe world of a soap opera. It dives in and out of
what could possibly be fantasy or in fact is reality. As with the sands of
time, as you Search for Tomorrow, or you are feeling Young and Restless, get
lost in the adventures of Starr and be taken over by all that is Tune in
Tomorrow.” – Emmy-nominated actor Gregory Zarian

“Dawn’s Tune in Tomorrow is a ton of fun with a lot of
heart, charming characters, and devilish foes. And it’s funny as hell.” –
Zin E. Rocklyn, author of Flowers for the Sea

“Few authors can open the door to another world as
easily as you might turn on the TV, but Randee Dawn has the key and the remote
control firmly in her hand. Flip through the fae and the grindylows, let her be
your TV guide and psychopomp. You will find yourself howling at the gate for a
rerun.” – Meg Elison, author of Number One Fan

“This book is a BOUNCY CASTLE! This book is like a
candy store and a screwball comedy had a fling in fairyland and the result was
a mythic soap opera! There was no predicting it, there was only riding this
dragon all the way to its rollicking rollercoaster conclusion. How dear and
joyous it is, how satisfying, and how worthy of praise!” – World Fantasy
Award-winning author of Saint Death’s Daughter C.S.E. Cooney

“Dawn balances over-the-top drama and comedy with
genuine intrigue to create a fun story with plenty of heart. Fans of Douglas
Adams and Terry Pratchett will want to snatch this up.” – Publishers
Weekly

“Tune in Tomorrow is a hilariously well-constructed
story with surprising complexity, and one that uses its reality TV premise not
as a destination, but as a jumping off point to create something uniquely
interesting that stays entertaining the entire way through.” – Lightspeed
Magazine

“Dawn’s witty take on society’s fascination with
peering at life through a camera lens spotlights the sometimes-blurred
intersection between fantasy and reality, all captured on video. Her playful
narrative propels readers into the realm of alternate possibilities while
questioning what is real and what is make-believe, and if we can even tell the
difference.” – BookTrib

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On the surface, Phil made sense as a security guard. He was a proper, enormous dragon, theoretically full of fire in the belly and leftover meat in the teeth.

But so far as Starr had seen, Phil was a receptionist. For one thing, his belly fire was mostly a small, flickering flame. “My therapist says I got lack of confidence,” he’d muttered to Starr some weeks back in his tractor trailer-sized voice. “I got issues.”

One of which was that flame—which meant he’d be more likely to smoke things than scorch them—and the fact that he’d never consumed a human. “Yet,” he always made sure to add, third eyelid nictitating over one lightning-bolt pupil. It was meant to be a threatening gesture, but mostly it made him seem like he was winking at Starr.

His “issues” left him with a smaller skill set and fewer job prospects than most dragons of his size, which meant he put extra effort into guarding the contents of his cave, a jagged rocky opening that burst from the wall behind the reception desk like an explosion and emitted damp breezes.

Yet Starr hadn’t expected pushback when she asked if she could go through the archived scripts he held back there. Much had happened in the Central Park/Centaur Park Nexus, but the action item that had stuck with her was Nico’s advice to read Joseph’s old scripts. Which she knew were kept in archives in the cave.

For weeks, Phil had refused her entry. “It’s a mess back there,” he said. “I don’t get visitors.”

He hadn’t budged when she promised to leave any gold or jewelry alone, either; the mere mention of precious valuables had made the spikes on his back rise up, piercing his grey shirt. Sparks had shot from a corner of his mouth.

“Mortals steal from me,” Phil slurped sriracha from his mug. “If my possessions are under threat, I can’t help myself. It’s in the blood. Even if I let you in, I’d feel you in there rooting around. And you’d end up mangled or maimed or smoked and I’d end up fired and my therapist would have to see me four times a week, instead of three.”

Starr shivered. It was like talking to Hannibal Lecter about his favorite recipes.

Phil ran his long tongue around the inside of his cup, lapping up the final drops of the hot sauce. “Sigh. There’s never enough.”

A small explosion lit Star up. That was it. Sriracha was going to save the day.

 

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Who designed your book covers? 

Alas, I’ve never met the designers. The covers for Tune – both the original and the reissue one – were done through my publisher Solaris. I was presented with a nearly-complete idea for the first version, and asked for some tweaking of color and font. It wasn’t what I had imagined in my head, but the truth was I hadn’t imagined much! I couldn’t figure out a good hook for a cover. In the end, I loved it – people commented on the cover all the time and I’d always say back that it was “loud and garish, which is perfect for the novel.” When they said they were going to do a cover redesign for the reissue, they asked for more direct input: What would be the main focus image, what about colors, did I have ideas. I told them – retro fluorescent bright colors, an old-fashioned TV, the “color bars” looking wonky on the screen, and some pixie dust swirling around. The addition of Phil came a bit later, and I described him. They sent a PowerPoint of slides of possible images, and I picked the ones I liked best. And it came together beautifully. I’m so happy Phil the security dragon, guarding both mangoes and scripts, is now my mascot for presenting the book!

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Randee Dawn is an author, journalist, and lucky denizen of
Brooklyn. Her first novel, the humorous pop-culture fantasy Tune in Tomorrow,
published in August 2022 (Solaris/Rebellion).

Randee’s short fiction has appeared in publications and
podcasts including 3AM Magazine (“The View of My Brother’s Profile in the
Rear-View Mirror,” 2001; “Warm, In Your Coat,” 2004) and
Well-Told Tales (“Home for the Holidays,” 2015; “Can’t Keep a
Dead Man Down,” 2017).

Dawn’s stories have appeared in anthologies including Where
We May Wag (“The Last Dog,” Writing Piazza Press, 2018), Children of
a Different Sky (“Can’t Find My Way Home,” Kos Books, 2018), Magic
for Beginners (“Queen Zoe and the Spinning Game,” Fantasia Divinity,
2019), Dim Shores Presents (“Rough Beast, Slouching,” 2021), Another
World: Stories of Portal Fantasy (“The Way Is Clear,” SummerStorm
Press, 2021), and Horror for the Throne: One-Sitting Reads (“Cat
Person”).

She has a short collection of dark speculative fiction short
stories, “Home for the Holidays” (2014) and co-authored “The Law
& Order: SVU Unofficial Companion” (BenBella Books, 2009). She
co-edited the speculative fiction anthology of “what if” stories
about The Beatles, “Across the Universe: Tales of Alternative
Beatles” (Fantastic Books, 2019).

When not making stuff up, Randee publishes entertainment
profiles, reviews, and think pieces regularly in outlets including Variety, The
Los Angeles Times, Today.com and Emmy Magazine, and writes trivia for BigBrain.

She can be found at RandeeDawn.com and @RandeeDawn (on
Twitter).

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The Goblin King’s Mischief

by D. Lieber

 

 

Genre: Fantasy Romance

Synopsis

A promise unkept. A love she can’t forget. This wily human will do anything to reclaim the heart of the Goblin King.

Lady Melody Piobaire never lost faith her first love would come for her when she was forced from his side. That is, until she finds out he doesn’t even know who she really is…doesn’t even know she’s human. To make things worse, she’s the promised mistress of the sidhe king. Rather than bear Tir’s heir, she devises a plan to win back her true love in the most goblin of ways.

Orphaned elf Aodh never forgot what it was like growing up on the mean streets of Goblintown. And now, as Goblin King, he’s dedicated to being the just and attentive ruler the neglected goblins deserve. So when a spoiled human who knows nothing of what it means to be a goblin tricks him into marriage, he’ll do anything to be rid of her.

Melody is certain she can win Aodh’s heart again, so she isn’t prepared for his hot and cold hostility. Aodh is unsettled by the forward human in his home and the way she seems to know just how to get to him.

What can Melody do if her only love no longer wants her, or worse, no longer exists?

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I looked up at Aodh, taking in the face I used to know so very well. His features had sharpened in the last ten years. His thick hair—which had been quite messy when it was shorter—now fell in long locks that could no longer hide the pointed tips of his ears. The groove between his straight nose and wide lips had deepened, and he still had a tiny break in the hair of his left eyebrow, a scar too small to see if not for the space where the hair no longer grew.

I took in the sight of him, memorizing the small changes that had taken place since the last time I’d seen him. He’d grown both taller and wider—his shoulders now the broad and strong shoulders of a man. Though, despite the added years, his eyes had changed the most. They were much darker than I remembered, not in color but in substance. He’d helped me as I knew he would, but he no longer had that carefree glint in his eyes. The lack of that little light of mischief hurt more than anything else.

“Miss?” he called. “Where do you live? What’s your name?”

I let my mouth widen in a smirk of bravado. “Me? My name is Lady Melody Píobaire, daughter of the Earl of Piskishire.” I swallowed my heart. He’s not going to like this. Raising my left hand, I displayed the ring I’d just sneaked from his finger onto mine. “I’m the goblin queen, and you can come for me at Maplecrest, my family home, whenever is convenient for you, husband.”

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About Author D. Lieber 

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  1. Lieber has a wanderlust that would make a butterfly envious. When she isn’t planning her next physical adventure, she’s recklessly jumping from one fictional world to another. Her love of reading led her to earn a Bachelor’s in English from Wright State University.

Beyond her skeptic and slightly pessimistic mind, Lieber wants to believe. She has been many places—from Canada to England, France to Italy, Germany to Russia—believing that a better world comes from putting a face on “other.” She is a romantic idealist at heart, always fighting to keep her feet on the ground and her head in the clouds.

Lieber lives in Wisconsin with her husband (John) and cats (Yin and Nox).

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About The Book:

HOUSE OF ELEPHANTS (Witchlings #3)

Author: Claribel A. Ortega

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Pub. Date: October 1, 2024

Publisher: Scholastic Press

Formats:  Hardcover, Paperback, eBook, audiobook

Pages: 432

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From New York Times bestselling
and award-winning author Claribel A. Ortega: The third bookin the spellbinding
Witchlings series!

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It’s been months since the end of the
Golden Frog Games, and a cure for the hex that turned young witches to stone
still hasn’t been found. Seven and Thorn want nothing more than to find a way
to heal their friends, but everything they try ends in failure.

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When the Black Moon Ceremony arrives
earlier than expected, Seven and Thorn take it as a chance to welcome any new
Spares into their coven. But rather than welcoming a few Spares like they
thought, all the witchlings in the ceremony are chosen to
enter the Spare coven!

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The new Spares are met with anger
from the Hill Society. They create more unfair laws that ban Spares from using
magic and being equals in Twelve Towns society! On top of all that, Spares
start disappearing. And no one seems to care.

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As Seven and Thorn struggle to find a
cure for the stone hex and to stop the Twelve Town’s unfair treatment of Spares
once and for all, they discover a piece of hidden history that will change
everything-if they can get anyone to listen to them.

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MY REVIEW

Such a magical, fun read. There was magic, witches, danger, silliness and fun characters. I started reading this on a Saturday morning and my cuppa hot tea was cold when I finished. Read it straight through. And had a smile on my face.

The cover is bold and exciting. And I love the fun illustrations at the beginning of the chapters.

This was my first foray into the Witchlings series and I had so much fun. I easily jumped into the series without having read the prior books and it would be great to go back and read from the beginning. Whether you are a young reader or an adult, you’ll have a blast with it.

4 STARS

 

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About Claribel A. Ortega:

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Claribel A. Ortega, New York
Times bestselling author of
Ghost Squad, Witchlings, and Frizzy (Pura
Belpre Award-winner), is a former reporter who writes middle grade and young
adult fantasy inspired by her Dominican heritage. When she’s not busy turning
her obsession with eighties pop culture, magic, and video games into books,
she’s cohosting her podcasts Write or Die and Bad Author Book Club
and helping authors navigate publishing with her consulting business, GIFGRRL.
Claribel has been featured on BuzzFeed, NPR, Good Morning America, and
Deadline. You can find her on Twitter, Instagram, and TikTok at
@Claribel_Ortega and on her website at claribelortega.com.
 

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Welcome to My 31 Days Of Thrills And Chills 2023! I missed doing this the last couple of years due to Covid and so excited to do it again. I’ll be sharing reviews and lots of extra spooky stuff every day leading up to Halloween. I hope you’ll join me! (more…)

Welcome to My 31 Days Of Thrills And Chills 2024! I missed doing this the last couple of years due to Covid and so excited to do it again. I’ll be sharing reviews and lots of extra spooky stuff every day leading up to Halloween. I hope you’ll join me!

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 Don’t Let The Forest In

by C.G. Drews

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Genre: Horror / Fantasy / YA/ LGBT / Gothic

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MY REVIEW

So, I finished this amazing book. Then it was time to write my review. I thought about it before I fell asleep. It was the first thing I thought about when I woke up. When I was at work, all these thoughts rolled around in my head. When I got home I fired up my laptop and began typing. Before I knew it, I had a huge review written. Then, I began to read it. Oops, my review was full of spoilers and I’d basically related the entire story. Scrap that review. I started a new one. Same thing. Spoilers and too long.

Next attempt. I talked about the writing. Another long rambling review. I cut it down to this. When an author can write gruesome scenes that can make me cringe and then write scenes that make my heart hurt, I want others to read the book too. Experience it and tell me how it made them feel. That’s what made Don’t Let The Forest In a winner for me. So…. let the forest in. I’ll sum up my feelings about it with one word….

Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.

5 STARS

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Synopsis

Once upon a time, Andrew had cut out his heart and given it to this boy, and he was very sure Thomas had no idea that Andrew would do anything for him.

Protect him. Lie for him. Kill for him.

High school senior Andrew Perrault finds refuge in the twisted fairytales that he writes for the only person who can ground him to reality—Thomas Rye, the boy with perpetually ink-stained hands and hair like autumn leaves. And with his twin sister, Dove, inexplicably keeping him at a cold distance upon their return to Wickwood Academy, Andrew finds himself leaning on his friend even more.

But something strange is going on with Thomas. His abusive parents have mysteriously vanished, and he arrives at school with blood on his sleeve. Thomas won’t say a word about it, and shuts down whenever Andrew tries to ask him questions. Stranger still, Thomas is haunted by something, and he seems to have lost interest in his artwork—whimsically macabre sketches of the monsters from Andrew’s wicked stories.

Desperate to figure out what’s wrong with his friend, Andrew follows Thomas into the off-limits forest one night and catches him fighting a nightmarish monster—Thomas’s drawings have come to life and are killing anyone close to him. To make sure no one else dies, the boys battle the monsters every night. But as their obsession with each other grows stronger, so do the monsters, and Andrew begins to fear that the only way to stop the creatures might be to destroy their creator…

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 For it is written in the stars…

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The Girl in the Toile Wallpaper

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The Star Writers Trilogy Book 1

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by Mary K. Savarese

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Genre: Fantasy Adventure, Romance

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 Alice may have fallen through the looking glass and created a
relationship with the Cheshire Cat, but it was twelve-year old Tyler
who falls into the toile wallpaper and unwittingly bonds with
thirteen cats.

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Lyly’s heart yearns for true love
until family loyalty is betrayed by a greedy Noble.
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Imprisoned by the evil Wizard, she became The Girl in the Toile Wallpaper.

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That is, until fate beckons…

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Will the young American tourist Tyler Charles remember his class physics
in time to reverse the ancient curse and save the love of his life?
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Mary K. Savarese, an award winning author created another world for her readers to enjoy.

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Prologue

 

It is said, “Where evil rages, hope prevails.” This is not about evil for hope shall find a way …

 

He watched as the dark shadows swirled across the room. A wind, as strong as a summer tornado, spun and yet moved nothing. Dante hid in the shadows and the sound of squalls raged through his ears. He inched his way toward the massive windows and darted behind the heavy drapery. His heart raced and he gasped when shards of light flashed through the room and threatened his reality. When a lightning bolt shattered, he winced and stepped deeper into the folds of the fabric. Standing in the middle of the study, a boy held tightly to a girl in his arms. Dante wanted to help them but how? The evil man’s robe glimmered with each wave of his arm. Dante watched in horror as the man threw the sheets of paper onto the floor. His long, golden fingernails glowed in the dim light. As the pages floated, each piece crawled toward the couple as if alive. Awkward sounds filled Dante’s ears as ghost-like buildings hovered through the air as if they were nothing more than a whisp of smoke. Now, a medieval scene flashed before his eyes, and the curtains vibrated in his hands. A flicker of an olive tree and then a farmhouse and then a vineyard … are those sheep? Dante tried to inch closer but his feet refused to move. He was glued in place behind the drapes. The ghostly objects disappeared into the paper and he trembled in terror. The shadows formed into a miniature print, each arranging itself according to the direction of the evil man. The man was painting a distressing scene through the movements of his symphonic hands. The wizard swiped along the floor and the girl was jerked into the air. She hovered for only a moment before spinning as easily as a spinning wheel. Then as if no friction ever existed, the girl screamed and the wind sucked her into the cloth paper … the girl was gone…

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The Star Writers Club

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The Star Writers Trilogy Book 2

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The perfect summer read!

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Enjoy Book II of The
StarWriters Trilogy, 
The StarWriters Club; following
the 2021 release of the award winning fiction novel, The Girl in
the Toile Wallpaper (Book I). The Girl in the Toile
Wallpaper explores the fantasy genre, with mysterious worlds,
magic cats and romances through the ages. Set in the medieval Tuscan
cities of Siena and Florence, Italy, readers will relish in the rich
detail and beautiful scenes presented by Savarese.

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The StarWriters Club follows twelve new arrivals to the band that
surrounds Heaven. Together, they must train to deliver His Plan to
the stars.

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But when the evil Beck decides otherwise, the
StarWriters are called into action to save three members who were
just sucked through the gates and into the pits of Hell.

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Follow our StarWriters as they trek across the villages of the band and
learn how His Plan is distributed by those working in His Plan room.
Will the good/evil clocks continue to click toward evil, or will our
StarWriters prevail and turn the fate of time?

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It is only by combining their strengths and wisdom not yet learned that they
just might succeed. Perhaps by accepting their last few moments on
Earth, they might endure what awaits. For it is Written in the
Stars!

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myself working in insurance and financing and went on to marry my
wonderful husband. We moved to New England.

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I have spent thirteen years as
a religious education teacher and have lived and worked in New York,
Connecticut, and Massachusetts. For the past decade, I have served as
a Eucharistic minister at my local Catholic church, bringing the
Eucharist to community nursing homes. After raising a family in CT,
my husband and I became Florida Residents though continue to spend
time in CT where I continue in my ministry.

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My debut novel is a
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Spirituality, and Romance. I love to write imaginative stories for
all ages! I hope you enjoy this story and look out for more to
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The Kingdom of Shadows and Wolves

by Martha Sweeney

 

(Stardust & Shadows, #1)
Publication date: August 27th 2024
Genres: Adult, Fantasy, Romance

Being raised by the viper who slaughtered my family, along with being beaten and berated by him for merely existing, takes a toll on my heart and soul. Uncle bears the crown, has changed the name of our kingdom Soare to Krigare, and desires more destruction throughout the Fae lands. While plotting his quest to rule all, I’m bartered to forge a union with Cysgod, a formidable ally and one who could ensure Uncle’s victory. King Caelum of Cysgod has a reputation that precedes him, defining him as a tyrant as well. He killed his father for the crown and is known to be just a ruthless and bloodthirsty as Uncle.

Just when I thought the Gods had forsaken me, as they did the Enkeli and Conroicht, my life turns upside down. While I fear my new king, he and his people see me as their queen. Though he does not punish me, I expect it nonetheless and flinch at his touch.

I may be rid of Uncle, but I doubt his hold on me is truly released. Does he plan to capture Cysgod from the inside, using me as his weapon, giving him the army he needs to take and conquer any kingdom? Is there a way to stop Uncle and seek revenge for the death of my kin?

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Your name does not fit you, my soon-to-be King,” I state. “Your father surely didn’t expect his son who is named of the heavens, where our beloved Gods reside, to take his crown by force. Did you go rabid like the Conroicht? Perhaps he should have named you—”

His grip tightens around my fingers and I’m forced to stop speaking and walking when he does. I dare not look at him, knowing I have spoken out of turn.

There isn’t a sound other than his controlled breath in and out of his nostrils.

“I have heard the rumors, King Caelum.” My stare pierces the floor. “I know a wolf in a sheep’s hide even if that wolf is a kingdom away.”

“One would almost say the same of your beloved Uncle,” he jabs.

I snicker. “Beloved is a word that has never been used to describe him.”

A hand wraps around my throat and I’m pushed against the stone wall. “You know little of me, Princess Aurora. Mind your words or I will seek pleasure in punishing you.”

My chin raises. “You know little of me.”

King Caelum’s attention lowers from my face. My dagger, which was hidden against my thigh, is pressed against the bottom of his leather chest guard. A low chuckle reverberates from him.

“With the tip of my hand like so,” I state, lowering my wrist an inch. “I merely need to press up and I will wound you greatly.”

“Princess Aurora,” Kion chides, stepping closer.

King Caelum growls at the guard who backs down a second later. “I know more about you, my soon-to-be Queen of Cysgod than you realize.”

“Not enough to know that I was armed and—”

He snarls like the wolf he is which cuts me off. “Three punishments so far, Princess Aurora. The odds gain in my favor.”

“Three?” I scoff.

The fire in his eyes intensifies. “First, for calling me a coward. Second, for calling me a wolf. And now, the attempt on my life.”

“Your life?” I balk. “You and your guards outnumber me. If you wanted, I would be dead and my blade wouldn’t be where it is.”

“Precisely.” His grip tightens around my neck, his thumb pressing into the bottom of my chin. “You pose no threat to me.”

“That is what Uncle would wish you to believe,” I inform. “Who was kneeling to whom earlier today? Not one Krigare guard rose when either of us stood, not that they have ever risen for me other than to escort me somewhere.” A yelp rushes out of me when my weapon-wielding hand is pinned against the wall. My gaze darts to its proximity and I swallow the lump in my throat when I realize its tip is a mere inch from my eye.

A devious smirk tugs at his lips as King Caelum chuckles deeply. “I’ll very much enjoy the punishments you will receive from me when we are afforded the time.”

Indignantly, I reply, “I’m certain it won’t be worse than what Uncle has done to me.”

King Caelum releases me, returning my dagger to the inside of my left thigh. I’m speechless as his fingers graze my skin and linger longer than needed. Should he lift his fingers barely an inch, he will touch a place no Fae male has ever touched. “We shall see, Princess Aurora.”

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About Author Martha Sweeney:

Martha Sweeney is a BESTSELLING author who writes in a variety of genres: romance (contemporary, romcom, suspense, paranormal and historical), suspense, fantasy, thriller, coloring books, and soon, science fiction. She strives to push herself as a storyteller with each new tale and hopes to push her readers outside of their comfort zone whether it be genre or the stories themselves.

With a B.S. in Psychology, Martha utilizes her knowledge of human and animal behavior successfully in the business world and in her writing to present realistic characters and situations. She’s been creative since she was little, always drawing, coloring or making crafts, so her venture into being an author was a natural transition.

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I am so excited that the paperback
of ANTI-HERO BLUES by Christopher Lee Rippee is available now and that I
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 ANTI-HERO BLUES

by: Christopher Lee Rippee

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Pub. Date: August 16, 2024

Publisher: Balance of Seven

Formats:  Hardcover, Paperback, eBook, Audiobook

Pages: 400

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How do you save a world that believes you’re the villain?

In Union City, where superpowered vigilantes are celebrated as saviors, rebellious
grad-student Brandon Carter sees them as anything but. Haunted by the death of
his father at the hands of a masked “hero,” Brandon’s defiance might
have landed him in a jail cell if not for his gift for physics.

At twenty-three, Brandon is on the precipice of success. Using his research, his
team is just one test away from a world-changing scientific breakthrough-a test
that nearly ends in catastrophe due to an “error” in the code.

With the project set for termination, Brandon throws caution to the wind, sneaking back
into the lab to rerun the test in secret. But when a mysterious, powerful
assassin attacks him and sabotages the experiment, a devastating explosion
levels the lab.

Against all odds, Brandon survives, transformed in mind and body. With his life on the line
and no idea who to trust, he sets out to uncover the truth behind the attack,
gain control of his strange, new powers, and protect those he loves-even if it
means saving a world that would label him a supervillain.

 

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Failed Experiment

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You want to know about the explosion and the pillar of
fire in the sky at the Resistance Day celebration? What happened to
Vincent Vaydan? Sure, we’ll get  there, but we need to start at the
beginning.

It all went off the rails the day we turned MICSy on. 

 

“Ladies and gentlemen, on behalf of Union City University and
the Vaydan Institute for Experimental Physics, welcome!” Claire’s South London
accent colored her  greeting as she smiled at the research review
committee.  She was really turning on the charm, which made sense
given that the committee could pull the plug on our project with an
email. 

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That worried me, but not as much as the possibility  of
blowing us all up in the next few minutes. My heart  pounded against my
rib cage as I raced through the pre-ignition checklist for the twentieth time,
trying to focus. With my hands shaking and a tangled snarl of anxiety,
excitement, and dread roiling in my stomach, I  glanced at the
clock. 

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9:57 a.m. 

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Three minutes until the moment of truth. 

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On the dubious bright side, if the test went badly, I
wouldn’t have a lot of time for regrets. 

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“We have what will undoubtedly be an exciting  morning
in store!” 

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Dr. Claire Wright was the head of our research  team, my
mentor, and basically a member of my family.  She was in her fifties,
having spent her life climbing to the  top of her field. Despite her
professional stature, Claire  was only five foot five in two-inch heels,
and slim. Short,  iron-gray hair framed a face that seemed cheery
despite  her aura of cool professionalism. As usual, she wore an
elegantly conservative blazer and matching skirt. 

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For our test run, she’d gone with navy blue. A few members of
the research oversight committee  were clumped by the door. Most were
watching remotely.  We’d expected a better turnout, but I suspected the de
sire to be present for a scientific breakthrough was outweighed by an aversion
to the possibility of sudden energetic events—explosions, for the
nonscientific. Two representatives from the physics department  chatted
with the Vaydan Industries contingent, a suit in  his late twenties named
Ashcroft and a tall woman I  hadn’t met, while Dr. Clifford from the
Department of  Energy, a grumpy-looking bureaucrat in a tweed jacket
older than I was, glowered at everyone from behind an  impressive
mustache. 

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The lab used to be a bomb shelter, so it wasn’t exactly
spacious. Despite taking every safety precaution  imaginable, the chance
of us causing a massive explosion in a couple of minutes was slightly greater
than zero, so it  was good we were wrapped in concrete and steel a
dozen  feet underground. Unfortunately, it also meant the lab  was a
cramped maze of fabrication machines, workstations, and bundles of wiring taped
to the floor. Most of the equipment was impressive, but none of  it
compared to the machine in the middle of the room. Claire turned to me and the
rest of the team standing  awkwardly in front of the machine that
dominated the  lab. “These individuals represent some of the
brightest  young minds in our field, and they deserve the real accolades.
Despite my title, all I did was approve purchase  orders.” Claire’s smile
turned mischievous. “Rarely in a  scientist’s career does one have the
opportunity to take  so much credit for doing so little.” 

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The observers chuckled.

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She gestured to Harvey, who nodded curtly before
looking away. 

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“Dr. Zhang comes to us from the University of  Toronto
and specializes in the computational modeling  of energetic
systems.”  

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Harvey was pale and thin, with a mop of stylishly
unkempt black hair. Dressed in a tight, black button down and fitted jeans,
Harvey looked more like a model  than a mathematician. He’d seemed like an
asshole when  we first met, but he just wasn’t great with people. I
wouldn’t have called us friends, but we weren’t far from  it. 

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He didn’t smile as the observation group shifted  their
collective gaze to him. He made most stoics seem  emotionally
unhinged. 

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“Next is Dr. Itzel Rodriguez,” Claire continued. “Dr.
Rodriguez is a mechanical engineer from the University of Mexico, by way
of MIT. She specializes in exotic matter containment and applied
xenotechnology.” Itzel was short, with an olive complexion and a mane  of
wavy brown hair, streaked with blue, that surrounded  a face with round
cheeks. She was in one of her many  science-pun T-shirts, battered jeans,
and Chuck Taylors. Her shirt of the day had a smiling proton telling an
electron to be positive. 

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Itzel’s endless enthusiasm almost made up for her
tendency to sing when she was excited. Nothing helped  complex engineering
problems like lab karaoke. Still, I’d  put money on her winning a Nobel
Prize. 

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Vibrating with excitement, Itzel beamed when Claire
said her name. “It’s great to meet everyone,” she said,  with a hint of a
Mexican accent. 

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Claire pointed to our third team member. “Many of  you
already know Dr. Nathan Chambers.” 

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I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. 

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Barely. 

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Nate was blandly handsome, with sandy-blond hair,  blue
eyes, and the muscle tone of someone who worked  out for looks.
Straightening his salmon polo, he smiled  with the casually smug air of a
guy used to being showered  with praise. I guess it came with being the
child of a  billionaire. 

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Nate was the son and heir apparent of tech mogul
Jeremiah Chambers. His PhD was just part of preparing  for his
legacy. 

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As much as I disliked the rich, though, Nate’s money wasn’t
why I couldn’t stand him. 

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The guy was just awful. 

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He ignored Harvey and treated Itzel like a waitress,
but he reserved his real contempt for me. I was the only one in the lab
without a PhD, but that didn’t bother him  as much as the fact I’d grown
up poor. 

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The first time we met, Nate had asked Claire if she’d
given all her strays research projects. I’d asked him if he  was planning
to be buried in his father’s shadow or just  live his whole life in
it. 

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It went downhill from there. 

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As much as I hated the guy, though, Nate was good  at
computational physics. It was why Claire had brought  him in on the
project, even if his presence was a needle  in the heart of my
chill. 

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“And of course, I want to introduce Brandon Car ter.” Claire
gestured to me, her smile expanding with  pride. “Brandon came to my
attention years ago, thanks  to his high-school physics teacher.” 

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Someone snickered. Maybe they’d been born with  an
advanced degree. 

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“While research is a team effort, Brandon’s equations—his
revolutionary way of visualizing and modeling  gravitational waves in
tandem with highly energetic systems—are this project’s foundation. The first
time I read  the paper that launched all this,”—Claire gestured around the
lab—“a paper Brandon wrote as a second-year under grad, I might add—I thought
it was rubbish, mostly because I didn’t think what he was suggesting was
possible.”  Claire chuckled. “When Brandon explained his work to  me,
I realized I was holding something extraordinary.” 

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The observers looked at me. Some seemed impressed; others,
dubious or dismissive. 

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I managed not to glare. 

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Whatever they saw, I doubted physicist was the first
word that came to mind. Musician, maybe, if they were  being generous.
Armed robber if they weren’t.

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I was twenty-three and nearly six foot four, with a
wiry build and the colorless complexion of my Irish  roots. My hair was
dark, a product of the Korean side of  my dad’s family, chopped short and
shaved on the sides.  I wasn’t what people called handsome. Striking,
maybe,  with deep-set hazel eyes under a heavy brow, a large nose,
prominent cheekbones, and a strong chin. 

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My uniform—a hoodie, band shirt, jeans, and a pair  of
boots, all black—didn’t exactly scream scientist. Neither did the tattoos that
peeked out from beneath my  sleeves and spread across my hands. 

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If asked, almost anyone who knew me growing up  would’ve
said the only way I’d end up in a physics lab was  by robbing it. Before
fifteen, I would have agreed. The  trajectory of my life hadn’t been aimed
anywhere good. 

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Why? 

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Because a superhero killed my dad when I was eight. If it
hadn’t been for that high-school science teacher  sending a paper I’d
written to Claire, I probably would’ve  ended up in a jail cell instead of
a lab. 

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Claire smiled again. “Collectively, this team has
accomplished something monumental: the first step in  bridging the gulf
between our world and the infinite other  worlds beyond.” 

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She waved at the device behind us. “Our machine  uses
alien matter to shape a gravitational distortion and  generate a
microscopic breach in the membrane separating our reality from others, allowing
us to receive electromagnetic radiation from a nearby multiversal strand.
To  put it another way, we’ll be capturing radio signals from
parallel Earths.” 

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The size of a cargo van, our machine might have  looked
like a haphazard tangle of wires, cables, and components grafted at random
to a metal frame, but  every module, field generator, and dedicated
processor  had been custom built for this experiment. Collectively,
it represented three years of my life and more than $9  million of
funding. 

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The machine’s official name was the Multiversal
Intermembrane Communication System. We called her  MICSy. 

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MICSy wasn’t pretty, but she didn’t need to be. At  her
heart, straining against a xibrantium containment  bottle, was a piece of
voidrium the size of a fingertip,  capable of generating enough gravity to
punch a hole  through the fabric of space-time. 

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Assuming the test didn’t kill us all in the next few
minutes. 

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“That’s right. Some of you traveled two thousand  miles
to watch us turn on the world’s most expensive  radio,” Claire said,
eliciting more chuckles. “But if we’re  successful, the technology will
pave the way for full matter  transference.” 

.

The multiverse wasn’t a theory. It was a fact made  hard
to ignore by the occasional monster attacks and invaders from alternate
timelines. Masks had been known  to travel to other multiversal threads,
or parallel worlds,  and tread on strange and “undreamed shores,” to
borrow  a phrase from Shakespeare. They did it in ways not easily
replicated, however: Magical portals. Falling through  black holes. 

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If successful, we’d take a step toward making the trip
easier. 

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“Now, ladies and gentlemen, shall we make history?” Claire
turned to the team and raised an eyebrow. I looked at the clock, my stomach
churning.

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It was 10:01 a.m.

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Breaking apart, we headed to our workstations. Har vey and I
were on one side of the room, monitoring the  control system and the
voidrium to ensure the exotic  material’s energy output remained within
the containment fields’ tolerances. On the other side, Itzel monitored MICSy’s
power system, while Nate watched CPU  usage on the control-software
servers to make sure they  didn’t crash. 

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I glanced at the team. They seemed as nervous as I
felt, even Nate, who had the least to lose, outside his life. Taking a breath,
I pulled up the ignition sequence.  “Everyone ready?” 

.

Harvey nodded. 

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“Make it so!” Itzel chirped. 

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“Get on with it, Carter,” Nate groused. 

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“Here we go.” I took another deep breath and  clicked
the initialize button. 

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The refrigerator-sized xenotech power block began  to
vibrate, and MICSy hummed as she generated a series  of overlapping
containment fields. The smell of ozone  filled the air, but the
diagnostics showed everything as  nominal. 

.

“Containment fields on, control system running,” I
breathed. “How are we looking on your end, Itzel?” “Stable. MICSy’s purring
like a kitten.” 

.

“Opening the containment bottle and bringing
the voidrium online.” Hoping I wasn’t about to kill us all, I started the
activation sequence. 

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The power block’s hum deepened as the xibrantium  bottle
at MICSy’s heart opened. The voidrium inside  glimmered with violet light
as energy flowed through it. A stillness filled the room. This was the real
test. If it went well, we’d change the world. If it went poorly . .
.  well, we might still change the world, at least on local
topographic maps. 

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“Uh, Brandon, you should look at this,” Harvey
murmured, a ripple of tension in his tone. 

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“What?” I asked, hoping my voice wouldn’t carry to  the
observers. Harvey’s calm demeanor was a joke in the  lab, which meant the
worry in his tone amounted to  hysterics for anyone else. 

.

“We’re getting some instability in the voidrium modulation
field.” 

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A chill ran through me. Shit. 

.

Voidrium was highly unstable. Investigators had discovered it
among the wreckage of the Rakkari ships that  assaulted Earth nearly three
decades ago. The Rakkari  had used it for faster-than-light travel, but
research so far  had produced no results other than fatal accidents.
Our  project was one of a handful authorized to work with the exotic
matter, and only for a brief window of time. 

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Sliding out of my seat, I made my way to Harvey as
quickly as I could without running, weaving around  equipment and through
wires. Harvey slid to the side as  I stepped in front of his terminal. The
screen was covered  in graphs and other monitoring tools that would
have  been incomprehensible to most people, but we had designed the
system. I saw what he meant instantly. 

.

An alert message flashed in the field control system.
Uh-oh. 

.

Voidrium’s energy production rate was unstable.
Previous attempts to harness it had failed due to unpredictable power spikes,
almost as if the voidrium were  fighting to break free. To compensate,
Harvey and I had  created an algorithm to predict energy fluctuations
and modulate the overlapping containment fields in real time.
Without it, we couldn’t have put enough power into the  voidrium to
penetrate the membrane separating our reality from other multiversal strands without
it exploding. Some of the best computational physicists at the university—and
by extension, the world—had reviewed our  algorithm. We’d run thousands of
simulations, using data  models constructed from other experiments. It
should have been working. 

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Instead, the algorithm was failing to predict nearly a
third of the energy spikes, pushing the field generators to  the limit of
their tolerances. Unless we could get the  spikes under control, the
generators would burn out. If  we lost one, failure would cascade through
the rest, which  would be very, very bad.

.

Our theoretical modeling predicted that an explosion probably
wouldn’t generate an ever-expanding singularity that would engulf the solar
system, but it would destroy the lab, along with a significant portion of
the  building, not to mention kill everyone inside. 

.

No pressure, I thought, breaking into a cold sweat. I racked
my brain, ignoring the voice telling me to  shut MICSy off. If I hit the
emergency shutoff, I could  check the field generators and debug the
algorithm. I  could blame a faulty power relay and use the incident
to  demonstrate our rigorous safety protocols. But our research review was
at the end of the month, and there was  no guarantee the Department of
Energy would let us  keep the voidrium long enough for a second test run.
This needed to work. 

.

Suddenly, the solution hit me. My fingers flew across
the keyboard as I threw commands into different windows.

.

“Is there a problem, gentlemen?” Claire asked from
behind me, her normally unflappable cool unable to  keep the tension from
her voice. 

.

“It looks like the algorithm isn’t modulating the
fields properly,” Harvey whispered. “It’s failing to prevent roughly thirty
percent of the energy fluctuations.” 

.

“Shut it down,” Claire ordered. “Immediately.” Harvey reached
for the emergency shutoff. 

.

I grabbed his wrist. “Don’t.” We locked eyes. His were wide
with fear. “I’ve got this.” 

.

We looked to Claire. 

.

“We’re still within tolerances,” I said. “I need sixty
seconds.” 

.

Claire’s eyes narrowed, and she glanced at the committee.
“One minute. If the power fluctuations aren’t  under control in one
minute, shut it down.” 

.

I was typing before she’d finished speaking. Our energy
growth model wasn’t the issue. It had to  be a software bug. The night
before, Nate had “fixed” a  syntax error I’d supposedly overlooked. I was
guessing  whatever he’d done had broken something. I initialized the
previous version of the control software on a backup server. MICSy sent data to
both primary and secondary control systems as a failsafe. I could  compare
the readings on the secondary server to the  primary and, if there were no
errors in the earlier version,  switch to it. The two control systems ran
concurrently, so  there shouldn’t be any interruptions. If I was right,
the  switch would stabilize the process. 

.

The program was system intensive, so it took time to
synchronize. Each second felt like an hour as the diagnostics flashed
alarms. 

.

I tried not to think about the consequences of
being wrong as MICSy’s smooth purr shifted into a rumbling  growl,
drawing concerned murmurs from our observers. “Apologies, gentlemen!” Claire
flashed them a practiced smile. “It wouldn’t be science without a little
excitement.” 

.

Nearly there. Five seconds until the backup came
online. 

.

The lights flickered.

.

Four seconds. My pulse pounded in my ears. Three. 

.

The grumbling increased. Harsh, violet light radiated from
the containment bottle. The field generators’  output levels began to
redline. 

.

Two. 

.

The acrid stench of overheating electronics filled the
room. Electricity crackled, and a blue flash, followed by  a spray of
sparks, erupted from MICSy. It was only the  secondary power relay burning
out. We were still good. 

.

One. 

.

A field generator blew, sparks erupting from the side
of the machine, but the other generators still worked. The fix was going to
work. I was sure of it.

.

The prior version of the control system finished
initializing. Immediately, I could see I was right. The energy  curve
began to smooth out. I switched control systems,  and the levels started
to stabilize. 

.

“I’ve got it—” 

.

Claire hit the emergency override. MICSy sputtered and
went silent as the diagnostic panel flatlined. The stench of smoldering
electronics intensified, and a haze filled the room. 

.

People coughed behind me. 

.

Shit.

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About Christopher Lee Rippee:

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Christopher Lee
Rippee won a young authors contest in third grade, which was the day he
officially decided to become a writer. He prepared by reading comics, playing
too much Dungeons & Dragons, and devouring every sci -fi and fantasy novel
he could get his hands on.

Along the
way, thanks to some great people and a lifelong love of punk rock, Chris found
his way to social work and currently works at a Pittsburgh-based nonprofit.
He’s also a certified mental-health first-aid trainer, has worked as a
neurodiversity consultant for several Pittsburgh-based tech startups, and has
contributed to several tabletop RPG products. When not writing, Chris reads,
plays games, and spends time with his lovely wife, Nicole, and their adorable
rescue dog, Belle.

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