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Excellent! Thank you, brave souls! xox

Laura H

Ethan stopped and looked at her. "What is it, Al?" He asked.

"Nothing, I was just thinking about something I heard Rachel talking to Steph about a few weeks ago," she muttered, still looking at her feet.

"Are you going to tell me what that would be?" He asked, wrapping his arms around her waist and nuzzling under her ear.

"Um, no, I don't think I will," she whispered, trying to keep her voice from cracking.

"Well," he whispered into her neck, "how can I make you feel better if you don't tell me what upset you?"

She inhaled sharply when his lips touched her skin. "She, um, might have said something about how you were only interested in me because I'm, and I quote, "no-man's land".

Ethan chuckled, and she could feel it vibrate through her. "No-man's land, huh?"

"That's right, and she said I'm probably just a lesbian, anyway."

He pulled back to look at her. "You're not a lesbian, though, are you Al?" Ethan teased, trying to get her to look at him.

"I don't have much to base my opinion on. I'll get back to you on that."

"You know, for the sake of your own peace of mind, I'd be willing to help you figure it out," he said with a devious look.

Allison felt her pulse spike, and willed it to settle down so that she might find words to answer him. He didn't give her a chance though, his lips came down on hers and any thoughts she might have had disappeared.


Feeling eyes on me, I looked up expecting to see Sage, but she was too preoccupied with Grey Wolf. No, it was Father. He stood near the kiva, arms folded tight across his chest, glaring down at me. I knew what he was thinking. His expression shouted it as loudly as if he’d spoken. Go. Fight for her. Do not let some newcomer take her away from you.

He was right. And even though I did not love Sage, I knew I’d make her happier than Grey Wolf could. Because I saw beyond the scars, beyond her lineage. I saw the true Sage. I didn’t love her in the way a husband should love a wife, but she was my friend and I could at least give her that. Even though I knew I should go to her, I didn’t. I just sat there, holding my bowl of uneaten meat, and stared into the flames. And what I saw in them was not the future my father wanted for me, but the one my heart refused to believe was impossible.

There was a war inside me, tearing me apart. I didn’t know which side should win. Which one I wanted to win. If only the spirits would grant that I could split in two. Let one of me honor my father and take Sage as my wife and let the other find a way to break the barrier between my world and Rachel’s. But it could not be so easy. A choice had to be made. I could only pray I’d make the right one.



The night was cold as Neptune, their breaths hovering around them in thick clouds. The smells of the forest were wet, the bacteria of the dirt and the leaf mold soppy. This added to the difficulty of finding the out of place scents, like blood belonging to injured Panthans or sweat from Wōden soldiers. Their boots sank into the mud making sucking noises as they walked. So stealthy. Not.

Gray’s steps picked up speed at the same time her nose picked up Erin’s strawberry scent. And then a coppery whiff of fresh blood hit her. Human. A Panthan’s blood smelled sweet, like the aroma of fruit baking. Five steps later, she caught the dreaded stench she’d feared. Pennies baked into an apple crisp. Whatever had happened had caused not only the shedding of a human’s blood, but a Panthan’s as well.


“Now you can help me clean this thing up”—I nod at the dresser, a rectangular, cherry wood box with four roomy drawers—“and put my stuff away. Or…” His eyes grow huge as I unbutton the top button of my shirt. “We can have sex.”


I unbutton the second one, then the third, as Nate watches, stunned. “My mom’s taking Millie out to lunch. We’ve got plenty of time.” The fourth and fifth buttons pop open. I slide my arms out of the shirt, wondering why he’s looking at me so funny, and why I feel like I’m acting a part in a movie. Cut! Print! “Well?”

Speechless, he waits till I spring my snap and drop my jeans. Then he leaps off my mattress like someone jabbed him with a branding iron. “Stop.” Hands faltering, I wait. “Uh, first of all, I didn’t exactly come here prepared.”

“Oh, that,” I say, pretending it doesn’t matter while I gauge the time it’ll take to run to the drugstore and back.

“Besides which”—Nate’s trying, I can tell, to concentrate on my face, not on my thong—“maybe it’s not a good idea to jump into this. You know, like it’s nothing special.”

Hotly I ask, “Who said it’s not special? You were all over me last night.”

 “I know I was.” As I yank up my jeans, he steps forward, but stops at my warning glare. “Look, don’t get mad. But when you told me to watch out for ‘goofiness’ you weren’t all that specific. So I did some research and, uh…this is one of the signs.”

“What is?”

He flips one finger to me, to himself, and back at me. “You know—this.



( 7 comments — Leave a comment )
Feb. 15th, 2011 06:58 pm (UTC)
Great teasers. And I like your (tentative) new title. It's got an spooky, mysterious feel to it.
Feb. 16th, 2011 02:14 pm (UTC)
I like it too! Thanks.
Feb. 15th, 2011 07:54 pm (UTC)
Love the teasers!
Laura Conant Howard
Feb. 15th, 2011 10:31 pm (UTC)
Nice...goofiness. Love em all!
Feb. 16th, 2011 02:09 am (UTC)
Excellent teasers! Love!
Feb. 16th, 2011 09:02 am (UTC)
Ooh, more teasers! Fun! These are all so great...

And yours...whoa. Love it! I definitely went O_O when reading it, heh. I can't wait to read more from THE UNQUIET. :)
Feb. 16th, 2011 02:16 pm (UTC)
Thank you! Oh, this gonna be a looong year, lol.
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