Author: Jennifer Allis Provost
Release Date: July 27, 2016
Publisher: Spencer Hill Press
Synopsis: Sara’s pretty sure her life is perfect.
Not only are she and Micah finally married, her father, who’d been missing since the Magic Wars, has been found. Actually, he just strode up to the manor’s front door, but whatever. Sara knows better than to look a gift horse in the mouth.
But Baudoin Corbeau isn’t content to return to family life. He’s decided that he will be the force of change in the Mundane world, and lead the Elemental resistance to victory with his children at his side. What’s worse, Baudoin doesn’t approve of Sara’s marriage, and makes every attempt to separate her from Micah.
After a visit to the Mundane realm leaves Sara, Max and Sadie imprisoned by the Peacekeepers, Sara’s doubts creep to the surface. Is her father right? Does she belong in the Mundane realm, not the Otherworld? Is Micah really the right man—make that elf—for her?
Was marrying him a mistake?
Jennifer Allis Provost writes books about faeries, orcs and elves. Zombies too. She grew up in the wilds of Western Massachusetts and had read every book in the local library by age twelve. (It was a small library). An early love of mythology and folklore led to her epic fantasy series, The Chronicles of Parthalan, and her day job as a cubicle monkey helped shape her urban fantasy, Copper Girl. When she’s not writing about things that go bump in the night (and sometimes during the day) she’s working on her MFA in Creative Nonfiction.
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My siblings and I did have dinner with the resistance, which turned out to be a surprisingly tasty stew. Since the meat had boiled for the entire day, there was lots of protein-rich broth for Max to drink, and no one seemed to notice him mashing up the vegetables with his fork.
Another thing none of us asked was what sort of meat was in the stew. It tasted like beef, and that was good enough for me.
Once the three of us had ﬁnished, each having gulped down what seemed like a gallon of spring water, we crashed on the guest cots so conveniently placed inside Lopez’s tent. Someone had added a third, but I didn’t complain when Sadie lay down beside me, or when Max shoved his cot up against ours. Safety in numbers, you know.
The next morning, I woke to the heavenly scent of coffee. After I’d yawned and stretched, I sat up and saw that someone had brought in two—not one but two—pots of caffeinated bliss. Beside the pots were platters of bread and sausage, which I guessed was the resistance’s breakfast of champions. Lopez sat behind his desk, scribbling away.
After Sadie and I had visited our favorite bushes (gallon of water, you know), we each accepted a mug from Aregonda.
“Thank you,” I murmured, letting the warmth of the coffee seep into my cold ﬁngers. I tried to affect the tin cup—it wavered a bit more than it had the day before, and I managed to dent the handle. Maybe Max was right about drinking lots of water to ﬂush out the dampeners.
Speaking of Max, he picked that moment to reenter the tent. “Aregonda, a pot just for me?” he quipped as he grabbed a mug of coffee. “You shouldn’t have.”
Aregonda favored Max with a motherly smile, then Lopez quashed the moment. “
We have two disruptions planned today,” Lopez began, “and we are hoping that you three would like to accompany us.”
“Disruptions?” Max repeated, turning around to face Lopez. “Exactly what are you planning to disrupt?”
“We have a few options,” Lopez replied. “There is a political rally nearby, and there is a university where Armstrong will be speaking about an hour’s drive away. Making our presence known at either location will greatly upset the Peacekeepers.”
“Pissing them off is what I live for,” Max said. “What’s the intel?”
Lopez smiled, more a baring of teeth than an expression of happiness. “Good.” Lopez beckoned us forward, shoved some paperwork around on his desk, then pushed two folders toward us.
“And these are?” I asked, since Max and Sadie were content to remain silent.
“We have two separate raids planned,” Lopez replied. “Mike Armstrong is on the campaign trail, and today he will be speaking at Northeastern University.” Lopez opened one of the folders and handed us a ﬂyer for the appearance. I remembered that Juliana had gone to Northeastern to study psychology. When she’d gotten her acceptance letter I was so happy for her—now, I wondered if Northeastern was just another front for Peacekeeper operations.
I dragged myself out of my memories and forced myself to pay attention to Lopez. He was detailing all the ways they were planning on disrupting the rally—rather than an overt attack, Lopez wanted to compromise the sewage systems and make the bathrooms inoperable. His theory was if he made those attending the rally miserable, their impressions of Mike would sour as well. I wasn’t so sure I agreed, but the image of a sewage pipe backing up into the kitchen and dining areas while Mike’s supporters were eating lunch was rather enjoyable.
Based on Max’s grin, the idea of ruining Mike’s lunch appealed to him as well. “What’s the other raid about?” he asked.
“Armstrong’s right-hand man, Langston Phillips, will be speaking in Portland,” Lopez replied. “Word is Armstrong is going to name Phillips as his running mate.”
“Really,” Max said, taking the second folder from Lopez and paging through it. “This is where we’re going.”
“You don’t think it would be better to mess with Mike?” I asked. “Isn’t he the big bad and all?”
“That he is,” Max afﬁrmed. “However, I have a score to settle with Langston.”
“Score?” I repeated. I remembered the look on Max’s face when we’d seen Langston at the rally in Portland—Max had looked like he wanted to rip Langston’s throat out. “Exactly what did he do to you?”
Max’s brown eyes went cold. “The worst thing you could imagine.”
I stared at Max, simultaneously wishing he would elaborate and not wanting to press him to reveal things in front of Lopez and Aregonda. Yeah, they were resistance and therefore technically on our side, but something about Lopez rubbed me the wrong way. As for Aregonda, she remained an unknown entity.
“Great,” Lopez said, clapping his hands together. “Max and Sara can attend the raid against Langston, and the Inheritor will accompany us to Northeastern. We will have Corbeau support on both fronts.”
“No way,” Sadie said, shaking her head. “I don’t want to be separated from Max and Sara.”
“Think we can’t protect you?” Lopez growled.
“I can protect myself,” she snapped. “Since we came back to the Mundane world, we’ve been separated from our father. I refuse to be isolated from my siblings as well.”
Lopez’s face reddened, and he took in a deep breath as if he was about to call Sadie out. Beside me, Max clenched his ﬁsts, ready to go down ﬁghting rather than let Lopez’s schemes split us up. Before either of them made a move, Aregonda placed her hand on Lopez’s arm.
“It’s all right, Jovanny,” Aregonda soothed. “With these three in Portland, we will have a strong presence. I and another of metal will accompany them, thus splitting our strongest ﬁghters evenly between events.”
As the angry redness faded from Lopez’s face, I knew that Aregonda had worked some sort of spell on him. I made a mental note to never let her touch me.
“Okay then,” I murmured, still eyeing Aregonda’s hand on Lopez’s forearm. “The three of us will go to Portland and cause some trouble. Max, do you think the static portal from the Promenade to the Whispering Dell is still operational?”
“Only one way to ﬁnd out,” Max replied. “Stop by and try to hop through. Even if it’s been shut down, I can probably get the supplies I need to make one right at the Promenade.”
“You can make portals?” Aregonda asked.
“I know a few tricks,” Max replied. “Sara, Sadie, you guys down with a bit of shopping?”
“Of course,” Sadie replied as I nodded, hoping beyond hope that the static portal was still there. If it was, I’d be home with Micah in a few short hours. If not… well, if it was shut down, we would just ﬁnd another route to the Otherworld. I was going home to Micah, one way or another. If I could make that homecoming happen in a few hours, so much the better.
I looked at Aregonda and asked, “So, when do we leave?”
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