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September 14, 2013

14. The Problem With Blueberries

The Unfinished Song: Initiate
(Start at the Beginning of the Novel)


"Handprint" by par-rish Dindi

“Oh, Dindi,” sighed her mother.
Uncle Lubo slapped his thigh and bellowed with laugher. In minutes, the whole clan joined him.
“For mercy’s sake, girl,” said Great Aunt Sullana. “Did you smear your face with blueberries?”
Dindi’s hands flew to her face. It did feel sticky.... Horrified, she glanced back at the pile of soap lumps she had left by the cistern’s lip. The lumps were blue.
Blue soap. Blueberr...
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Published on September 14, 2013 07:00

The Last Oracle by Delia J. Colvin

Can love defy death itself?

The Last Oracle is the final book in The Sibylline Trilogy, weaving Greek mythology with a modern tale of eternal love.

As Alex and Valeria's wedding draws near, their secret plans are discovered, and now no one is safe!

To triumph over the dark forces that threaten their existence, they must risk returning to the Underworld. Hidden in a secret chamber along the river Styx is the first oracle, Myrdd, whose jumbled mind holds the key to their survival. But Myrdd's solu...
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Published on September 14, 2013 06:00

September 13, 2013

13. The Important Guest

The Unfinished Song: Initiate
(Start at the Beginning of the Novel)


"Shining Porcelain" by Lisalein


Dindi


…laughter and cheers from her family. She’d never stopped dancing; they’d stopped cheering. By the time she was five, the same aunties who had praised her grace and dedication complained of her clumsiness and laziness. Little girls should keep the platform white washed, and cover it with fresh reed mats, not dance there.
The members of the clan had seated themselves in a rough rectangle around...
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Minutes Before Sunset by Shannon A. Thompson

She was undoubtedly a shade, but I didn’t know her.

Eric Welborn isn’t completely human, but he isn’t the only shade in the small Midwest town of Hayworth. With one year left before his eighteenth birthday, Eric is destined to win a long-raging war for his kind. But then she happens. In the middle of the night, Eric meets a nameless shade, and she’s powerful—too powerful—and his beliefs are altered. The Dark has lied to him, and he’s determined to figure out exactly what lies were told, even i...
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Published on September 13, 2013 06:00

September 12, 2013

12. The Judgment

The Unfinished Song: Initiate
(Start at the Beginning of the Novel)


"Stoning VII" by arturobandiniKavio


…reasons why, others simply placed the stone according to their choice.
Unfortunately, his mother’s plea moved many people to pity him. When all the rocks had piled up, the orange mat held the most stones.
Exile.
Kavio swallowed hard to conceal his reaction. You have murdered me all the same.
Father pounded the rain stick.
“Kavio, you have been found guilty of the most heinous of crimes—hexcraft. T...
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Published on September 12, 2013 07:00

Witch Magic (The Cindy Chronicles #1) by RaShelle Workman

From a seemingly insignificant word comes the most magical of fairytales.

Life sucks.

Possessing magic sucks.

What doesn’t suck? Fashion, Cindy's boyfriend Gabe, and her best friend, Snow White.

Cindy (Cinderella…shhh, don’t tell) was born a witch. It’s part of who she is. But there’s more to her than that. She loves deeply. And has a big heart. She’d do anything for those she cares about, including risk her own life to save theirs.

When her fairy godmother demands she leave Salem, Massachusetts a...
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Published on September 12, 2013 06:00

September 11, 2013

Not Yet Forgotten

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Red sand blew over the wasteland. It gummed up my rebreather, and coated my faceplate. My one-suit, once shiny white, had faded to dingy taupe under the ceaseless coatings of dust. I stumbled along, already exhausted after three hours on the morning shift of the dig, discouraged because I’d found nothing.

Then I tripped over it: A rock, barely above level, with a distinct right angle. An Arnellian artifact.

Most of the ruins on Arnellios V were buried under the...
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Published on September 11, 2013 07:53

Not Yet

Jonathan Kos-Read via Compfight cc

Red sand blew over the wasteland. It gummed up my rebreather, and coated my faceplate. My one-suit, once shiny white, had faded to dingy taupe under the ceaseless coatings of dust. I stumbled along, already exhausted after three hours on the morning shift of the dig, discouraged because I’d found nothing.

Then I tripped over it: A rock, barely above level, with a distinct right angle. An Arnellian artifact.

Most of the ruins on Arnellios V were buried under the...
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Published on September 11, 2013 07:53

11. The Witness

The Unfinished Song: Initiate (Start at the Beginning of the Novel)

"The Savage," by evilrandomguyblah

Kavio

“Zumo?” Auntie Ugly asked her son.
More slowly than his mother, Zumo picked a stone. He threw it on the black mat. He had to walk by where Kavio knelt on the adobe floor to reach his seat again. Just as he passed, Kavio looked up and met his eyes.
“Is that what you really think I deserve, cousin?” Kavio asked in such a low voice that only Zumo heard him. “For what crime? The lies you t...
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Broken Aro by Jen Wylie

Open your eyes to darkness. What do you see? Does the darkness frighten you? Now imagine the darkness being the cargo hold of a slave ship. Your city has fallen. Your family is most likely dead. You don’t know anyone around you, and some of them aren’t even human. Giving up would be so easy to do, but not for Arowyn Mason. Not after being raised in a military family with seven brothers. Every great story should begin with a plan. Aro’s was to escape and to survive.

Escape comes, but at a price...
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Published on September 11, 2013 06:00