that’s pretty normal for Kas. It’s been there her whole life, giving her
directions, keeping her from harm. When the voice advises against the family
picnic in the mountains, she’s sure there’s a reason, but convincing her mom is
the mountains, Kas accidentally stumbles on a gateway to another dimension.
Almost immediately, her life is in peril. From a disembodied man known only as
Milord and a hoard of hooded men who want her soul, she doesn’t know who to
trust in this strange place where dreams become reality.
learns more about who she is and how she came to the Waymeet of Worlds, it
becomes clear that someone is lying to her. But is it the voice she’s known her
whole life or the new friends she finds in Milord’s castle. Choosing the wrong
people to trust could cost her soul and prevent her from fulfilling her destiny.
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I stopped short, a shadow meeting me halfway through the break. The flowers slipped from my limp fingers, landing on top of each other like pick-up sticks. It was strange to think of such an image, like it belonged to a fairy tale or some other story. I couldn’t take my eyes off of the path ahead of me, or, rather, the strange man who stood there.
This man was tall, five or so inches taller than me, and slender but well built. He had the kind of shoulders a girl could cry on. His light reddish hair moved in the breeze in an almost mesmerizing way. But it was his eyes that held my attention. They were deep eyes, green and perfect, with little flecks of dark amber. A girl could drown in those eyes.
He wore a tunic-like shirt over dark breeches, also green. He had a cap on his head with an emerald-green feather sticking out from the side, like a hatpin. He reminded me of the picture I’d seen back at the castle, the Robin Hood picture I noticed my first night there. The eyes were similar, but more alive.
The stranger looked just as surprised as I felt, staring with uncertainty in my direction. Then he swept a low but graceful bow, sweeping off his cap as he did so. The long feather stirred the grasses but didn’t fall out. The next moment, he was by my side, gathering my fallen flowers and handing them to me. An almost shy smile touched his lips. I took the flowers without thinking, unable to break my gaze from his face.
Their hooded faces stared after my progress. It was clear that they were intent on catching up to me. Their pace quickened and so did mine. I still remembered the hideousness of the faces. Or should I say lack of real faces? It didn’t matter. They had stared at me with such hate that night I dreamed of the horseman of fire that it still gave me chills.
I ran, stumbling over my waterlogged skirts. They kept pace, gliding after me in their dark robes.
The castle seemed so far away. I would never it make it. Their harsh laughter seemed to confirm my assessment. They would reach me first.