Who would you trust if stumbled into another dimension? The voice you have been hearing your whole life or the new friends you meet?
Most teenagers don’t have a voice talking in their heads, but
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
another matter.
While in
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.
As Kas
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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Karlie Lucas is a preschool teacher by day and a writer/artist by night. A graduate of Southern Utah University, Karlie received a B.A. in Creative Writing, with a minor in art. She is a member of Sigma Tau Delta, The International English Honor Society, as well as ANWA, the American Night Writers Association. Karlie is interested in all things magical and mysterious, especially elves and dragons. She is an avid fan of J.R.R. Tolkien and J.K. Rowling. When not writing, Karlie can often be found drawing, baking, watching her favorite old school shows, or just spending time with her family. She currently resides in Dallas, Texas with her husband and a cat named Kally.
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Late one afternoon, I was gathering up a handpicked bouquet of wild flowers. The grasses brush against my ankles as I walked towards the opening in the trees. It had become as much a comforting thing for me as anything growing up had been. I wasn’t paying attention to what was in front of me. My feet knew the path without me having to look. But this time around, there was something there.
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.
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