I found out her favorite color was purple, and that her favorite food was rice. When I told her rice wasn't necessarily a food and more of a side, she protested, happy to argue her point for nearly an hour. I found out she had never learned to ride a bike, that she hadn't learned to tie her shoes un
She blinked, her brow furrowing as she tried to make sense of what I just said. "Goddess, Rowan would love you," she huffed, shaking her head. I really doubted it.We lay in silence for a moment, listening to the rain pattering against the window above the bed."Were you ever in love?" she asked, h
Maeve"It's coming toward us from the east." Pete pointed to the radar screen, the green blotch inching toward the Persephone and then cutting backward as the image timed out. I couldn't make sense of the screen, but I looked up at Troy, who was watching it with intensity, his brow furrowed in confu
"What in the hell—" he said as the clouds spiraled away from us as quickly as they had come. The only sound was the waves lapping against the side of the ship as we rocked in the surf. Everyone was looking up in mingled shock and awe."Did everyone see that?" Keaton's voice rang out through the sile
TroyThe landscape was totally changed from the lush greenery and long beaches we had been following for roughly a month. The shallows of the pass gave way to deeper water, allowing us to travel at a quicker speed, the engines working double-time as we sped forward into the unknown with the compass
"It's an archaeological site," Pete said suddenly, and we both turned to him."How do you know?" Troy stood, brushing the dirt from his knees."Look around. See those tools? And there—" Pete pointed in the distance where the little village seemed to abruptly end, dropping off into a deep, darkened h
MaeveDamian was not what I was expecting. He was an older man, tall and lean. He was probably not much older than my own father, but was significantly gray, his eyes framed by wire-rimmed glasses. He looked more like a kind old schoolteacher than the super-villain of my nightmares, but based on Tro
"Get off of me!" I screeched, reaching up and pinching his hand with my fingernails. He was surprisingly strong for his age, but he wasn't much taller than me. I thrashed and squirmed against his hold on my hair until I heard his breath quicken with effort.Troy had been cursing and trying to twist
The entire family had gathered in the dining room and was chatting amiably over a very impressive spread that had been laid out by the kitchen–two prime rib roasts, a honeyed ham, and three roast ducks were the centerpieces of the table, all of which were being enjoyed liberally by everyone.George
RowanMom ran her fingers across Selene's head, admiring her fine white hair. She looked every ounce the doting grandmother instead of a ball of uncertainty, like Maeve. Maeve was pacing back and forth near the fall wall of my bedroom, her arms folded across her chest and her head bent as she tried
Kacidra joined in the conversation. "Maeve is right, Rowan. We need to know what's happening with you and Hanna, or else we'll never be able to help."Rosalie's voice was calm and supportive as she asked, "Is it Hanna that's troubling you, son? Is she doing all right?My first instinct was to tell t
Gemma and Ernest had flown down with my parents and their son George, who was just two months older than Maeve's sons.A moment later, the library door opened and more of our family members poured in, as if they were fully aware of the thoughts I'd just had and I'd summoned them. I pushed aside my n
RowanThe castle was abuzz with its usual day-to-day activities. Servants and maids passed me in the hallway carrying baskets of laundry and trays of tea. I could hear the clattering of cookware as I left my office and walked toward the grand staircase off the foyer, seeing the door to the servants'
"Who? What happens?""There's so much more out there," Mara said dreamily. "So, so much more.""Maeve!" Troy called from down the beach.I turned to look at him, and when I turned back to Mara, she had taken off. "Wait!" I called after her, but she had already made it out of earshot, her footsteps l
Best of all, Troy was happy. He was at peace and at home. But there was still much work to be done.We were spending several weeks jumping from island to island, taking stock of the wellbeing of the inhabitants, and making a list of what was needed. Most of the islands were in need of medicine, inf
Maeve–Four Months LaterSuntra was not what I was expecting. I had become accustomed to the seemingly endless white-sand beaches of Avondale, where the sand grit was so fine it felt like powdered sugar as you walked barefoot in the surf. Suntra's sand was coarse and golden and dappled with tidepool
I straightened up a bit, shifting Oliver's weight in my arms as I narrowed my eyes back at him, sizing him up. A man roughly my father's age came bounding out of their house, waving at me apologetically as he leaned to whisper harshly in the ear of the man I assumed was his father.Whatever his son