Sera finally freed Adam–her soulmate–from the clutches of her archrival, Bree, while simultaneously removing the elemental threat to herself and those she loves, but something feels … off. Dreams of her mother haunt her as more secrets unravel. Sera will soon learn that not all things are what they seem and that Destiny can be cruel.
The feeling of his mouth on mine made me lightheaded in the best of ways. In an effort to stay afloat, my hands gripped on to his vest, pulling him closer. I admit I was more than a little bit disappointed when my movement caused him to pull away.
My chest heaved as I tried to regain my breathing. He leaned his forehead against mine, his own breath coming out in pants. At least I wasn’t the only one affected.
“What was that for?”
A crackling sound broke our little moment up and Chess took a step back. The billowing fog from the forest leaked in under the wardrobe door. All thoughts of Chess’s kiss fled my mind as terror began to overwhelm me. I didn’t want to know what lie behind that door.
“You need to go now, Kat.” He ushered me to the mirror before turning back to the door.
“Wait!” I tugged on his arm. “What about you?”
“Who me?” Chess gave a coy smile that didn’t reach his heated eyes.
“I’m just a cat.”
“Are you mad? Come with us!” My voice became desperate as the door banged open and then there was silence.
The light from the bedroom was gone. Inside the door lay only darkness. It was the kind of darkness you were afraid to look into for fear of someone looking back. I knew I didn’t want that darkness looking at me.
Chess turned to me once again, brushing his lips against my ear. My eyes were focused so much on the approaching darkness that I almost didn’t hear what he said. I frowned in confusion, but before I could question him he shoved me through the mirror’s surface.
“Fantasy is hardly an escape from reality. It’s a way of understanding it.”
― Lloyd Alexander
“I like nonsense, it wakes up the brain cells. Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living.”
― Dr. Seuss
“We [writers] decry too easily what we do, as being kind of trivial — the creation of stories as being a trivial thing. But the magic of escapist fiction … is that it can actually offer you a genuine escape from a bad place and, in the process of escaping, it can furnish you with armor, with knowledge, with weapons, with tools you can take back into your life to help make it better… It’s a real escape — and when you come back, you come back better-armed than when you left.”
“living a life that is driven more strongly by curiosity than by fear.”
― Elizabeth Gilbert
I think it’s both a blessing and a curse to feel so deeply.
“Find your myth. As Joseph Campbell observed, “Myth is the secret opening through which the inexhaustible energies of the cosmos pour into human cultural manifestation.’ A myth we requicken in our minds and our lives brings creative juice, for every living myth “bears within it, undamaged, the seed power of its source.”
― Robert Moss
“A good book is an event in my life.”
― Stendhal, The Red and the Black