Missing Lynx (Lynx #2)

by Fiona Quinn

“Chica, may this year be filled with raspberry moments, abundantly fresh and sweet.”

“I promise you, I promise all of you, I will only walk behind the Veil for two reasons: to help myself or to help family. If one of you were in need, I wouldn’t think twice. I would fly out of my body.” I held up my hand against their protests. “Just like you’d walk in front of a bullet for me. You know you would, so that’s going to have to be our understanding. Okay?”

to eat meditatively. Using every sense, I took small, thoughtful bites of my food. They told me to listen for any sound, even if the sound was silence, and breathe deeply and gratefully. Each bite of food was a gift from the sun, which provided the energy for growth; the rain that provided the moisture; the earth that provided stability and nutrients for the roots. When I ate, I was one with the universe: the sun, the rain, the soil.

For a girl who announces, constantly, that she didn’t do daring deeds of do or die, I sure as hell ended up in a lot of situations that required daring deeds of freaking do or die.