Between (The Chronicles of Between, #1)

by L.L. Starling

“You owe me because I went to the library today and found out that Old Middleton is the single-woman capital of America—adjusting for population size. Apparently, single women outnumber single men four to one. And I know what you’re thinking: ‘Those aren’t terrible odds, Lyla! Surely, we have the upper-arm strength to each fight off three other women!’

“Nothing good comes from dating a bearded guy. If they’re devious enough to hide their chins, they could be hiding anything….”

we’ll come up with a battle plan. None of this ‘pawn of destiny’ crap. We’re coming out fighting.”

“Moreover,” the King continued, “I have no desire to make an enemy of you quite so soon in our acquaintance. I would rather that you come to despise me naturally over time.”

The Shadow King could not have looked more surprised if she had pulled a fish out of his robe and slapped him across the face with it.

“I can do this,” she said bravely. “I am not sixteen. I am not a criminally under-educated fairy tale peasant girl. I am trained to deal with chaos. I know self-defense. I will not fall in love with a forest-roaming pervert at first sight.”

“He may be a sorcerer,” she whispered, “but if he gives you any trouble, knee him in the gonads—it’s hard to summon magic when you’re crying on the floor like a baby.”

Lorn looked down at Endora. “This is clearly a chicken of exquisite taste and refinement.”

“It is Wednesday. I refuse to die on such a ridiculous day.”