Thursday, February 28, 2013

UtopYA Author Interview - Elizabeth Sharp



WE are going to UtopYA!!  In case you've been hiding in a book for the past few months and hadn't heard, Supa Heather and I (Chele) will be in Nashville this June for the UtopYA Con!!

The Basics...


When: June 28-30, 2013
Where: Scarritt-Bennett Center, Nashville, TN
UtopYA Con 2013, is a convention for female authors of paranormal stories involving romance, dystopian futures, vampires, werewolves, angels, demons, and demigods,(and everything in between), and the fans who love them.



Not only will we be there hanging out but Heather will be hosting her very own panel (amazeballs right?) on Book tours, blogging etc..
So, if you can make it to Nashville you MUST come find us and say HI!!

However, we aren't the only ones who are going to be there!  Tons and Tons of authors, bloggers and fans will be there too.  

We have decided to start introducing you to some of the authors who you might run into if you can make it to the convention.  

If you can't make it please take the time to check these peeps out on Goodreads, Amazon, Twitter, Facebook as these are all awesome writers of the Paranormal genre!

Today's Interview:
Elizabeth Sharp

- What is the one book of yours (if you have more than one) that you would suggest a fan read before going to UtopYA?
I’m gonna have to go with Natural Selection, since it’s the first in the series. I could be evil and say book two, cause they’ll have to read one to catch up…

What is your favorite paranormal element/character to read (angels, vampires, werewolves, time travel etc.)
I don’t have a favorite, but I’m over wolves and vamps. Anything else is fine. And definitely no triangle with the two.

How many books do you find yourself getting to read a month?
I so wish it was more, but these days I can only manage one or two between the baby, my writing and other things that have to get done.

Do You have an Author you are dying to meet at UtopYA?
Mostly the ones I’m already friends with on Facebook and can’t wait to meet for real.


- Random question ALERT if you are a coffee drinker what’s your fave flavor/kind?
Not a fan, I’ll only drink it drowned in sugar and flavored syrups like a Frappaccino, though I did like traditional cappuccino in Rome.

- Random question ALERT #2, what's your writing snack to have on hand?

Golden Oreos, Lightly Salted Lays and Dr. Pepper

- Are you going as a Panelist, an Exhibitor or just as an Author to learn more?
An author because I didn’t find out about being an exhibitor until after I bought my ticket

- Can you give us a small excerpt from one of your books?

“I don’t know why, but I knew I couldn’t tell him what had happened with Nate today. I spent the bulk of my time trying to figure it out—I don’t think I heard a word my algebra teacher said. What practical use would I ever have for polynomials and non-linear equations anyway? So what if I’d have to tell Mr. Foxworthy that I was not smarter than a fifth grader! But aside from radioactive materials buried in the school courtyard contaminating the soil, or salmonella in the chicken nuggets causing a shared delusion, I was coming up nil.”
—Natural Selection

- What if we want to stalk you? Where can we do that....
www.somesharpwords.com And I have links to everywhere else from there

There you have it! A new author to read and stalk friends!
Make sure you keep coming back to visit us as you never know when we will be
adding another interview!


COVER REVEAL : Finding Valor by Charlotte Abel


Finding Valor

by Charlotte Abel


This is the Final Book in the Channie Series ... which is really really GOOD!! So if you haven't checked it out make sure to follow the links below and get on it.

now for the amazing cover.....






Ok no really you can see it now....




TADA....



amazing right!!


Download Kindle Bestsellers ENCHANTMENT and TAKEN by Charlotte Abel at Amazon
Get the new release, RIVER'S RECRUIT

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Charlotte Abel was born and raised in Oklahoma where she met her soulmate, Pete. She chased him to Boulder, Colorado and finally convinced him they were meant to be together forever. They've raised three kids, two ferrets, three dogs and countless hamsters -- and are still happily married. 

She's in love with "real" life and paranormal romance. When she's not reading or writing, Charlotte enjoys hiking, bicycling and primitive archery (although she's never shot at anything other than a target!) 

The final book of The Channie Series, "Finding Valor," will be available in Spring of 2013.

Look for "River's Remorse," the second book of "The Sanctuary Series" in late 2013.


Wednesday, February 27, 2013

Wait for You - J. Lynn *Cover Reveal*



FIRST, let us...

Supa Heather and I are freaking out because we get to meet the fabulous Jennifer Armentrout at 
UTopYACon in June!!! 
*happy dancing in effect*

SECOND, Jennifer has a new book!  Not just a new book but a New Adult (NA) book!  Check it out..

What do early readers have to say about WAIT FOR YOU?

J. Lynn creates a wonderful cast of characters that will make you laugh, swoon, and cry. Cam stole my heart.” – Cora Carmack, NYTimes and USA TODAY Bestselling Author of LOSING IT

“For the love of all that is Cameron without a shirt on! Wait for You will have you laughing out loud, fanning yourself and anxiously waiting to know what will happen next.” – Molly McAdams, NYTimes and USA TODAY Bestselling Author of FROM ASHES and TAKING CHANCES


“I don't think I have ever read a NA Contemporary novel with as much depth as this one. It really moved me and by the end I was just speechless over how inspirational and uplifting it was as well as being sexy and cute and funny and emotional.” - K Books

“Wait For You is uniquely different from anything else J. Lynn's written but it might possibly be her best work yet.” – Jenuine Cupcakes


For all of you in love with Aiden and Daemon, PREPARE YOURSELVES! Your heart will have to expand a little more for Cam.” Total Bookaholic

For the love of all things CAM, this book deserves more than 5 stars.” – Mundie Moms

I cannot even begin to explain how much I adored this perfectly crafted contemporary.” – Shortie Says

Excited? Ready to see the cover for WAIT FOR YOU?




Synopsis

Some things are worth waiting for…
Traveling thousands of miles from home to enter college is the only way nineteen-year-old Avery Morgansten can escape what happened at the Halloween party five years ago—an event that forever changed her life. All she needs to do is make it to her classes on time, make sure the bracelet on her left wrist stays in place, not draw any attention to herself, and maybe—please God—make a few friends, because surely that would be a nice change of pace. The one thing she didn’t need and never planned on was capturing the attention of the one guy who could shatter the precarious future she’s building for herself.
Some things are worth experiencing…
Cameron Hamilton is six feet and three inches of swoon-worthy hotness, complete with a pair of striking blue eyes and a remarkable ability to make her want things she believed were irrevocably stolen from her. She knows she needs to stay away from him, but Cam is freaking everywhere, with his charm, his witty banter, and that damn dimple that’s just so… so lickable. Getting involved with him is dangerous, but when ignoring the simmering tension that sparks whenever they are around each other becomes impossible, he brings out a side of her she never knew existed.
Some things should never be kept quiet…
But when Avery starts receiving threatening emails and phone calls forcing her to face a past she wants silenced, she’s has no other choice but to acknowledge that someone is refusing to allow her to let go of that night when everything changed. When the devastating truth comes out, will she resurface this time with one less scar? And can Cam be there to help her or will he be dragged down with her?
And some things are worth fighting for…

WAIT FOR YOU is available now!
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 J. Lynn, also known as Jennifer L. Armentrout, is the USA TODAY Bestselling author of the adult romance Gamble Brothers’ series, the young adult Lux Series and award winning Covenant Series. She pretty much writes everything—contemporary, paranormal, and fantasy. All of her books have one thing in common no matter the name or genre: kissing… and stuff. When she’s not busy writing, which is never, she’s usually hanging out with dog Loki, watching reruns of The Walking Dead, or procrastinating on the Internet. You can find out more about Jennifer by visiting the following websites:


What are ya'll waiting for?? GO BUY IT NOW!!



Friday, February 22, 2013

NEW RELEASE~ Awakened by Inger Iversen



It's Release Day for Awakened!!!




Blurb:

What must he overcome to protect her?

With no clue of what to do next and the responsibility of looking after Alex and Mia as promised, Kale is up to his ears in problems and no solutions. How will Kale save Ella, keep Alex and Mia safe, control Jace as well as control the Bloodlust that creeps beneath the surface waiting to be released? Will Kale be Ella’s savior or will he convict her to a fate worse than the one Laurent has already promised her?

What truths will she learn?

Ella knows that the choices she makes affects not only her but everyone else around her, but what about the choices made to find her? Ella learns the truth about the death of her parents, learns that the ones she thought she could trust aren’t so trustworthy after all.
How will Ella handle these betrayals, and will she be able to sacrifice what is necessary to obtain eternal life?

Inger Iversen:



Who is Inger Iversen? Just some chick that loves to read and write. Inger lives in Virginia Beach with her tree-hugging boyfriend Joshua and her overweight lap cat Max. When not reading or writing she spends her time watching re-runs of True Blood, lusting after Alcide or killing zombies in Call Of Duty.

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/15923170-awakened
My site: www.ingeriversen.com





Excerpt:


“Ella,” Kale said.
I stopped short.
“We will talk about this when you come back down tomorrow.” His tone held no room for discussion, but I would fight him on this. He would fade away and leave me here to mourn him.
I could only stare at him. Deacon looked nervously between the two of us, and he was the only reason I didn’t lay into Kale. “There is nothing to talk about. I’m not leaving you here to rot in this cell, the same way you didn’t leave me with Laurent. I know what I want from this, and that’s you. We will figure out a way to make it work.”
I headed out the door without looking back. Jace stood in the hallway, waiting for me. He hated bringing me down here. He worried that Kale wouldn’t be able to resist temptation and break through the bars to attack me, although we already knew that he couldn’t get out unless the door was opened for him.
Little did Jace know he was worried about the wrong person opening those damned bars. I missed the feel of Kale’s arms around me and his kiss. I was so angry that I couldn’t touch him that sometimes I wanted to risk opening those doors, if only for a second.
“Let’s go?” Jace asked.
“No, I need to wait for Deacon.” I passed Jace and headed towards the living area.
“Why? You just saw him. What do you need to say to him that you couldn’t have said to him down there?” He looked annoyed. He hated coming here, but that was part of the agreement when I said I would leave and stay at the lodge with him.
I rolled my eyes. “None of your business, Jace.” I continued past him to the restroom.
When I was done, I entered the living room where Mia was sitting on the sofa. Deacon was leaning against the bar, smiling into his phone. I smiled. He and his girl were great together, even with the threat of La Luxure.
I stood off to the side, willing him to look at me. When he did, I pointed to the door, silently asking him to meet me outside. He nodded. I put on my coat and headed out the glass door. He followed me.
“I need you to take me to the Council.”
Deacon’s eyes widened, and he shook his head no.
“I need to figure out how Kale and I can stay together, and I only have one solution for this.”
Deacon frowned. “Look, Ella—”
“No, you look. I know you would do whatever it would take to be with Chelle. You would kill, maim and fight, and all I’m asking you to do is help your best friend do the same.”
“Yeah, you are right, but you seem to forget something, here.” Deacon placed his arms across his chest and towered over me. He was intimidatingly massive, but I knew he wouldn’t hurt me. “I am not your best friend. My best friend has already made his request of me, and I’ve followed through. We made this plan before you came back in order to protect you, and I promise you, there is nothing you can say or do to make me go back on my part of the deal.” Deacon’s tone was rough and unyielding, and a part of me broke.
Though I didn’t show it, I could feel my heart tearing in two. Jace couldn’t help me; he’d finally admitted that his “sabbatical” from the Council meant he’d defected. Darke was missing and presumed dead.
Deacon, my last hope, was turning me down.

His lips thinned as he moved closer to me. “Don’t do that.”
My brow furrowed in confusion. “Don’t do what?” Why was my voice nothing but a whisper? I needed to be stronger—I had to be.
“Cry. Please don’t cry.” His voice had softened, but his gaze still didn’t waver.
I touched my cheeks, surprised to find them wet. I sighed and turned away. Deacon didn’t need to see me cry, and though I wanted to use my tears to make him bend to my will, I knew that that wasn’t going to work with him.
“Tell me why you want me to defy Kale and take you to those people.”
“I need—”
Jace came outside. He looked from me then to Deacon, no doubt wondering why I was crying. His expression hardened, and he held his hand out to me. “Let’s go, Ella. Please.”
“Start the car. I will be out after I say goodbye to Kale.” I turned back to the pensive Deacon. Jace stood there for a moment longer before he turned around and headed back into the house.
Deacon stared at me. Not only had I not convinced him to help me, he might actually relay my request to Kale.
“Just think about it, Deacon. If I can get Aleixandre to change me into an immortal, then Kale and I would have forever to figure out how to keep La Luxure at bay.”
Deacon’s gaze held mine and betrayed nothing of his thoughts.
“It’s my only option. I know that he is strong enough to beat this, and I think if he has something to look forward to… well, then maybe he will try harder, fight harder— Hell, I don’t know, but I can’t do this without him, and I can’t do it without you.” I place my arm on his. “Please. Please just think about it.”


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Thursday, February 21, 2013

Chele has a book coming out!!


SupaGurl here .... Oh SupaAwesome Peeps you don't know how happy this makes me!!! Our very own SupaChele has some SupaAmazing News... Take it away gurl!

Happy happy day Supa peeps!

I'm here to pimp my "own" stuff today, cool?  Cool!

So, I wanted to let you all know that I have written my very own shiny YA Fantasy Novel!
I'm still in edits but it is done and I totally love it.  **AHHHHH sorry back to Chele**

I now get to do what we here at SupaGurl Books do so often for others.  I get to 
introduce myself and tell you where you can check me out!  Eeeepppp!

Right now I have two author pages I would LOVE for you to follow
You can also follow me on Twitter and Pinterest
I will be getting my Goodreads page set up soon so keep an eye out for that.

Now, Just for you Supa Gurl followers I have some exclusive "you saw it here first" stuff for you!

How about a little tease?  The "he/him" mentioned below is Xander and you can find another Valentine tease of him on my blog, with pics!

"Then I would be disappointed Skye," he admitted, "I want to go home.
But, if you choose to stay here then I will stay with you."
"You're asking the impossible," I told him as I unbuckled my seat belt and grabbed at the handle to get out, "your tying what I decide to do to your own life. You can't do that!" 
I wailed as I jumped out and slammed the door of the car. Leaning back against the door I willed myself not to cry.

That was SOOO tiny!  But, I promise the Xander scene on my blog is much longer!  You should totally check it out!

Now Teasey teasey number two!!  For the first time in public I am revealing my books title!  Here it is:

*Note from SupaGurl* How Flippin Amazing is that!!

The pictures you see above are all from my inspiration board for the book.  They each represent something in this story.  The brunette is one of two muse's I used for Skye.  Now when you see me tweet NLYF you will know what I am talking about :)

Thanks so much for letting me pimp my book today!  I hope that ya'll will follow me as I keep moving towards my release.  

Thank you Heather for always supporting me too!  
You are a SupaSupa awesome friend whom I adore!


Now... Leave Chele a note below and tell her if you're excited or just bleh, ok don't really tell her bleh because that would just be mean LOL 

UtopYA Interview - Heather Sutherlin




WE are going to UtopYA!!  In case you've been hiding in a book for the past few months and hadn't heard, Supa Heather and I (Chele) will be in Nashville this June for the UtopYA Con!!

The Basics...

When: June 28-30, 2013
Where: Scarritt-Bennett Center, Nashville, TN
UtopYA Con 2013, is a convention for female authors of paranormal stories involving romance, dystopian futures, vampires, werewolves, angels, demons, and demigods,(and everything in between), and the fans who love them.

Not only will we be there hanging out but Heather will be hosting her very own panel (amazeballs right?) on Book tours, blogging etc..
So, if you can make it to Nashville you MUST come find us and say HI!!

However, we aren't the only ones who are going to be there!  Tons and Tons of authors, bloggers and fans will be there too.  

We have decided to start introducing you to some of the authors who you might run into if you can make it to the convention.  

If you can't make it please take the time to check these peeps out on Goodreads, Amazon, Twitter, Facebook as these are all awesome writers of the Paranormal genre!

Today's Interview:
Heather Sutherlin



- What is the one book of yours (if you have more than one) that you would suggest a fan read before going to UtopYA?
SEEN. It isn’t what I would consider paranormal, but it was a ton of fun to write. The sequel should be available before UtopYA.

- What is your favorite paranormal element/character to read (angels, vampires, werewolves, time travel etc.)
I have a fondness for spirits and things from the spiritual realms, especially if the author drew inspiration from ancient texts like the Bible. That fascinates me. As a matter of fact, my next series will deal with a lot of those elements including demons and spiritual powers.
(But I like vampires, werewolves and time travel, too!)

- How many books do you find yourself getting to read a month?
Ugh! Zilch! Ever since I began writing full time my reading hours have disappeared. I tend to write like a maniac for months and then come up for air, desperate to read something other than my own work for a change. That’s when I catch up and read as many books as I can before the writing pulls me back to the desk.

- Do You have an Author you are dying to meet at UtopYA?
Yes. I am hoping to meet Susan Kay Quinn, but I’m not sure I can keep the freaky fan girl inside of me locked up. Susan and I have been Pinterest pals lately as I’m planning a steampunk book for later this year and she’s apparently working on a fabulous steampunk idea herself. I won’t give it away, but her Pinterest boards are stellar! *Chele is running to Pinterest now!

- Random question ALERT if you are a coffee drinker what’s your fave flavor/kind?
I LOVE coffee! Huge fan of Hazelnut lattes, but there are few coffees I won’t drink.

- Random question ALERT part 2, what's your writing snack to have on hand?
Peanut M&Ms.

- Are you going as a Panelist, an Exhibitor or just as an Author to learn more?
Just an author this year. I am soaking up all the awesomeness and then I’ll go home and pour it into my work. I hope to publish two or three more books this year after UtopYA, and I want them to knock your socks off!

- Can you give us a small excerpt from one of your books?
Sure, here’s a chapter from my latest book, Seen. (See below)

-What if we want to stalk you? Where can we do that....
Preferred stalking methods:
My website is a great place to start. There you can find all the scoop on my books and read a little about me. I also showcase a lot of fabulous indie authors with book reviews and interviews. HeatherSutherlin.com
I chat obsessively on Facebook. Seriously, I check it every five minutes! (Pathetic, I know.) If you want to ask questions or just chat, that’s the place to find me. FaceBook Page
You can also find me on Twitter.



Excerpt from Seen by Heather Sutherlin

She led me through the gate without even a backward glance.  That was fine because it left me free to admire how she looked as I followed her down the hillside.  We made our way along a well-worn path and into the woods.  Her long hair swung back and forth just above her little derriere, and her skirt followed the rhythm.  She seemed comfortable here, and I imagined her as something like a tree nymph, dancing through the woods, luring guys like me into the darkness with a flirty smile.
It was early, but the trees were full of sound as birds and other animals chirped and rustled through the branches.  As we walked I wondered what on earth this was all about.  What could be so special that she had to show me?  Couldn’t she just tell me whatever it was?  Something like, Hey, sorry, Jaron, but I’ve been stalking your brother.  Or, I’m an alien and have been sending Rin telepathic messages for five years.  Whatever it was, I was sure she was up to something, no matter how much she said otherwise.  She clearly had some secret to tell me, and I wasn’t going to leave until I had heard or seen it all.
The path we were on looked much like any other path through a wood.  I glanced around, wondering if this was the same place that Rin always saw in his dreams of her.  She stopped a few feet in front of me.  I stopped, too, listening.  Something had changed in the air.  It took me a minute to realize that the birds had gone silent.  I felt the hairs on my arms stand up, the sensation spreading slowly up my neck.
The wind gathered slowly behind me and I felt the tension grow as it raced toward us through the trees.  The rustling grew louder as it came nearer, as though a great message were being passed from tree to tree behind us.  Soon the whole wood was singing together and still I stood, waiting.  Waiting for something, though I couldn’t guess what.
I glanced up at Ree.  She was standing perfectly still, as though frozen, in the center of the trail.  The breeze was whipping her hair away from her body, billowing behind her like a flag.   Leaves swirled around my feet as an expectant tension began to build somewhere deep within me.
That’s when I realized it.  It came crashing down on me with a force I didn’t expect.  I cursed, but the words were carried away on the wind.  I can’t quite describe how surreal it was standing there watching her.  I had seen this hundreds of times before, sketched frantically onto papers of all shapes and sizes, even books, furniture and walls.  But to be standing there, watching the figure in my brother’s paintings come to life with each fevered brushstroke of the wind... it was indescribable.
Then, suddenly, as though at one end of a vacuum, the sound and force of the gale was past, swirling down the pathway ahead of us.  The breeze had moved on, leaving the woods silent again.  A bird sang softly in the distance and was answered by another until, slowly, the normal sounds of life returned to the place where we stood silent and transfixed.
She turned to look at me and I saw the fear in her eyes.  The expression on my face must have been something similar, or perhaps more extreme.  She watched me carefully for a moment, her face growing a little more despondent with each passing minute.
“Who are you?” I asked, at last finding my voice.
She shook her head in despair.  “I wish I knew.”
I cursed again, running a hand through my hair and letting it stick there as I thought it over.  "What does it mean?"  I asked, shaking my head in confusion.
I don't know," she said, allowing a touch of frustration to reach her voice.  "I've been trying to figure it out for years."
"How long?"
"Five years.  The same as your brother."
I glanced around, comparing the scene to Rin's painting.
"Does it always happen here?" I asked.
"Not always, but more frequently."
"So, sometimes it happens somewhere else?"
She shook her head.  "No.  It's always here.  Only here."
I frowned. "You just said 'not always'.  So, which is it?"
Ree sighed in frustration.  "It only happens here, but it doesn't happen every time I come here," she explained.
"Okay, so..." I glanced around again, spinning in a slow circle as I tried to take in every detail.  "So what is making it happen?"
"I told you, I don't know,” she groaned.  “All I know is that when I come down here sometimes on my way to the rocks, I feel... well,... That!”  She gestured upward, as though trying to point to the wind.
"What?"
“That magic,” she said, “or … whatever it is."
"Magic."
"Well, what would you call it, genius?"
I ruffled my hair with one hand and then shrugged.  "I don't know, but magic seems a bit of a stretch, don't you think?"
She closed her eyes and sighed.  I think I was starting to get on her nerves because she sure looked like she was counting silently to ten or maybe chanting a mantra or something.  I tried not to laugh.
“Your brother has been seeing me in this wood for five years without ever being here,” she said calmly, looking up at me now.  “Didn’t you just move here?  Where did you come from?”
I stared at the ground for a moment, kicking a rock with the toe of my boot.  “Texas,” I finally admitted.
“Okay,” she said nodding, “See, I knew it.  He’s been seeing me from Texas!  Hundreds of miles away.  For five years!  You don’t call that magic?!”
I looked up into her angry brown eyes and tried hard to focus on the conversation at hand instead of how pretty she was or how intimate it was to be here in the woods with her alone.  I thought of that leaf stuck in her hair yesterday, the dirt smudged on her jeans, and wondered if there had been a boyfriend who had helped her get dirty.
“Where does this trail lead?” I asked, giving myself a mental shake.  If it was magic, it had to be coming from somewhere.
She sighed and pointed ahead of us.  “It ends at the rocks.”
“Rocks?”
“They’re these giant slabs of granite that stick out of the ground at the back of the wood.”
“Show me,” I said.
It was a five minute walk, but it seemed much longer as my thoughts kept drifting to the girl who walked beside me through the dark wood.  I wondered if she had a boyfriend, what kind of guy she dated, where she planned to go to college.  I wondered if she’d go out with me when this was over.  Maybe the summer wouldn’t be so boring after all.  I still had two months before I had to report to school for football practice.  Yesterday it had seemed like two months would be an eternity, but now it seemed all too short.
The birds were singing their early morning songs again, and the earth was quiet and damp beneath our feet.  Moss clung to the few stones we could see peeping up from the deep piles of leaves along the edge of the path, and tiny streams of water trickled down from hidden springs along the hillside to our left.  I could hear what sounded like a creek rushing over rocks to my right, but it was hidden at the bottom of the hill through a thick covering of green trees and shrubs.  As the path narrowed, I tried not to bump into Ree, but our arms kept touching, sending little electric shocks through me that I knew weren’t from static.
As we reached the stones, I was awed by how large they were.  Twice as long as I was, they jutted out from the ground at angles that had their ends meeting high above the ground at a point, so that they resembled a giant stone triangle.  They were almost seven feet tall, so that there was room for me to walk underneath.

Ree stopped just in front of them and smiled.  I watched this with curiosity, but then began to pace around the stones, inspecting each one as though looking for its weakness.  “They’re granite,” I said.

She rolled her eyes at this statement of the obvious.  Crossing her arms in front of her chest, she waited for me to finish my inspection.

I turned and looked into the forest behind the stones.
“Why does the trail stop here?” I asked.
She shrugged.  “I don’t know.  It was like that when we moved in, I think.”
“You never go past here?”
“No, not since I was little,” she admitted.  “This is my favorite spot, so I come here several times a week to read or do homework.  That’s why the trail is so worn.  But there isn’t much beyond here, so there’s really no need...”
She stopped, frowning, as I raised a hand for silence.  That’s when I heard it.  The wind.  I looked backward, up the path the way we had come and could see the leaves beginning to swirl in the distance.  My eyes grew wide as the hair on my arms began to stand on end.  Then, the strangest thing happened.  The stones began to hum.
It freaked me out, I gotta admit, and Ree must have felt the same way, because we both took a few quick steps away from the stones.  The wind was rushing toward us now, a giant roar of sound, much louder than before.  I felt it rush past me.  It pulled at Ree’s hair and clothes, and she looked up at me in surprise.  Her eyes widened as she noticed that the wind was not having the same effect on me that it had on her.  My clothes hung flat, my hair unruffled by the gale.  Still, I was more than a little worried at how forceful it seemed this time. It seemed to be pushing her, threatening to pull her to her knees.
I watched her struggle against it, trying to decide how to help, but then the humming grew louder, and it seemed that the stones were vibrating.  As I watched, they began to turn bluer, and then the space between them seemed blue too.  The roar of the wind and the humming of the stones reached a crescendo just as a shape began to form in the center of the stone arch.  I blinked in surprise as a man stepped forward, one hand outstretched, the other holding what looked like a very tall wooden stick.
I could see that Ree tried to back away from him, but she couldn’t.  She seem pressed in from all sides, as though the wind were forcing her toward the stones.
“Welcome, Wanderer,” said the man in a deep voice, though I have no idea how I could hear him with the constant roar that surrounded me.
“Is the Watcher with you?” he asked Ree.
“The watcher?” I asked.
The man frowned, still looking at Ree as though I weren’t there at all.
“You must go and bring the Watcher with you to the portal stones.  You shall not pass without him.”



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