Publication Date: April 24, 2012
Genre: YA - Fantasy
Kiora thought she had never heard a lie until she was sixteen. But she was wrong. Her entire existence was based on nothing but. She thought that evil did not exist. Lie. That magic was not real. Lie. And that the land of Meros was all there was. One more lie.
With Aleric telling her that evil is knocking on the door and that she is the only one who can stop them she has a choice to make. Refuse, or start the wildest most painful ride of her life.
She reluctantly dips her toe into her new existence of magic and threads, dragons and shapeshifters, and the person who wants to take control of it all: the evil Dralazar.
However, this journey was never meant to be hers alone. She will be accompanied by a Protector. To her disbelief, and utter irritation they name the hotheaded, stubborn, non -magical, (albeit gorgeous) Prince Emane. They will have to trust each other with their lives, but right now Kiora would settle for a non hostile conversation.
And now it comes down to this, If you had never heard a lie, would you know when you heard one? Is knowing good from evil innate? Kiora finds herself having to decide who lives and who dies on those very questions.
The running joke around my house is how notoriously unobservant I am. We will be on a road we frequently travel and drive by a new Walmart ready for its grand opening. I will suddenly jerk straight up in my seat and say, “When did that get there!?” My husband’s typical response is, “You have got to be kidding me.”
The fact is that I am not actually unobservant, I just notice different things than most people. We were discussing this on our drive home from California and my husband said, “I notice the street signs and directions. You will notice every tree, bird, bush and rock from here to Las Vegas.” So true! I have very selective observance. I am the same way with people. I will have a hard time remembering their name, or exactly what they looked like. I will however notice what color they were wearing and every mannerism they did. Ask me, “Do you remember Jenni?” And you might get, “Uh, Jenni? Um, I’m not sure.” But, if you ask me, “Do you remember Jenni? She was the girl in the red dress, spent most the evening in the corner flirting with Bob, twirled her hair a lot.” “OH! Jenni! Yeah, of course I remember her.”
It’s funny because I used to feel so stupid that I wouldn’t notice things that everyone else did. But then I realized, although I may not notice Walmarts, or that my Dad installed a 7ft fence around his 1 acre property, I do notice other things. Things that feed the worlds I build and the characters I create. Unobservant? No. I’m just so busy being hyper-observant of all the things you didn’t see, I hadn’t noticed it yet.