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Tuesday, December 15, 2015

A Borrowed Gift by Mary Waibel

Thank you so much for stopping by all year to read the stories that the other authors and I have shared. It's been lots of fun dabbling in worlds I haven't explored before. But, for me the holidays are a bit nostalgic, so I thought I'd share an excerpt from Charmed Memories, book 2 in the Princess of Valendria series.

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Will a necklace meant for Prince Trevor's missing fiance bring safety to Bri, the Woodland Guide?

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Trevor sighed. “I need an amulet for Bri, and there isn’t time to purchase one. Cade might have one, but I don’t want to rely on maybes.”
“She can take mine,” his mother said.
“No. I won’t leave you vulnerable like that.”
“You can’t take her without one. Perhaps Kaylee left one behind in her jewelry box.”
Trevor swallowed hard, remembering the amulet he kept stored in his own jewelry box. One that had been meant for Elsbeth.
“I have one she can use.”
His mother reached out and clasped his hand. “Are you certain? You always said you would never give it to anyone but—”
“I know what I said, Mother,” he interrupted. “But it’s doing no good sitting in my room, waiting. Bri needs protection, so I’ll give it to her.”
“Very well. Will we see you again before you leave?” his mother asked.
“No. We’re leaving in half an hour. That leaves me just enough time to change and pack my things.”
“Be safe,” the king said. “I want you back here in one week with your bride-to-be and Lady Bri safe at your side.”
“I’ll do my best, Father.”
“Send word if you need our aid,” the queen said.
“I will, Mother. Thank you.”
He brushed another kiss over her cheek, not surprised when she pulled him close to her. Turning to his father, he held out a hand, only to find himself engulfed in a bear hug.
“May the gods be with you,” his parents said.
Trevor nodded and hurried to his room. He quickly changed out of his formal attire and into his oldest set of leathers. If he was going to learn anything of use in Faldaera, he would have to do it as a knight, not the royal he was. His normal entourage would draw too much attention, and he’d learned information was more easily traded between commoners than to a royal.
He pulled out a leather satchel and tossed in a couple jerkins, a few shirts, and some breeches. Next came a pair of daggers and a short sword. A second pair of daggers were tucked into his belt before he hefted the bag to his shoulder. At his dresser, he opened a wooden box. He fished out his amulet and pulled it over his head before digging through the rings and medallions for the pouch holding the other necklace.
When his fingers brushed the soft fabric, he reverently pulled the bag out and stroked the black velvet. He opened the ties and poured the necklace out into his hand, marveling at how it still shone after all these years. Closing his eyes, he recalled the first time he saw the necklace four years ago. It was Cade’s inaugural trade, having recently been promoted to first mate on his father’s ship, and both boys were anxious for it to go flawlessly.
The craftsman had followed Trevor’s instructions to the letter, nesting the faceted blue-green stone inside an elaborate twist of silver. Hand-picked especially for Elsbeth, it was the perfect match to his own amulet. He’d been so excited to give it to her, but that day never came.
He opened his eyes and slipped the necklace back into the pouch. An odd sense of betrayal weighed on him as he considered giving the necklace to Bri.
“I know I promised to give this to you when I found you, but I have a friend who needs it now.” His whisper sounded like a shout in the silent room. “You understand, don’t you? If I were missing, and you needed to protect a friend, you’d do the same thing, wouldn’t you?”
It seemed disloyal to give this gift to anyone other than the girl he’d meant it for, yet at the same time, he knew it was silly to put so much stock in a simple gift. If he had to, he’d get a new one for Elsbeth.
He tucked the pouch into his jerkin and headed for the stables. Inside, the stable master watched a group of pages as they brushed down a horse. Trevor tried to sneak past, but the old man saw him and hurried over.
“Prince Trevor.” He bowed. “May I be of assistance?”
“Master Gillan. I’m in need of two horses. Lady Bri and I are sailing from the port this evening.”
“Ah, seeing the young lady back home?”
“In a manner of speaking, yes.”
“I see. I’ll have a pair ready in a moment, Your Highness. Might I send a squire with you to bring them back?”
“That would be fine, Gillan.”
Trevor paced while the stable master readied the horses. As soon as Gillan brought the pair out, Trevor picked one, swinging into the saddle as Bri walked into the stables.
“Good, you’re early.” His gaze landed on the pair of bags she carried, and he frowned. “Are you planning on an extended trip?”
Bri busied herself with putting the bags on her horse. “I thought I might stay and see my family for a bit.”
“What about the contest for the pages and squires?” She kept her back to him, and a sense of unease drifted through him. “You mean to stay behind when I leave.”
Bri looked up at him then, her face pale as the moonlight. “Yes,” she whispered.
“But why? I don’t understand.”
“Because I need to move on. It isn’t good for guides to stay in one place. They become complacent and lose their edge.”
Trevor stared at her, mouth opening and closing as he searched for the words that suddenly failed him. When she had offered to accompany him, he had never considered she wouldn’t return with him.
“This seems so sudden, but it isn’t, is it? You’ve been meaning to leave for some time, haven’t you?” She looked away, and he frowned. “Have we done something to displease you?”
“No!” She shook her head, her braid swinging with the motion. “It isn’t that.”
“Then why are you running?”
She looked away again. “I-I can’t say.” She looked at him, tears glistening in her eyes and his heart clenched at the sight.
“Please, just let it be.”
He swallowed. “Only if you promise me you’ll wait to leave until after the contest.” She closed her eyes, and he held his breath.
Bri’s heart pounded as she thought over what the prince asked of her. If she agreed, she would have more time to spend with him. But she would lose more of her heart, and she wasn’t sure she could afford that. She looked at him, surprised by how anxious he seemed as he waited for her answer.
“Fine. I promise.”
His breath rushed out in a whoosh. “Thank you. You won’t regret it.”
She wasn’t so certain, but it was too late to change her mind now.
“Are you ready to leave?” Bri asked, picking up her reins.
“Yes. Cade is waiting for us in port.”
“Port? I thought we were going to Faldaera.” She gripped her reins until her knuckles turned white.
“We are. Cade has offered us passage.”
“I see,” she whispered.
“Is something wrong?”
“No.”
He raised a brow. “Are you sure?”
She sighed and rolled her eyes, hoping to hide her anxiousness. “Positive. Let’s go.”
“Wait. I almost forgot. Put this on before we leave.”
Trevor handed her a pouch. She loosened the ties and peeked inside. A gasp slipped out as she carefully poured a silver necklace into her hand. It was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen. She held it up, studying the blue-green stone glimmering inside a silver cage. Her first thought was that he liked her enough to give her jewelry, which was quickly followed by the realization she had no business accepting such a thing.
“I-I—” She cleared her throat. “It’s beautiful, Your Highness, but I cannot accept a gift like this.”
Trevor frowned. “It isn’t a gift. And even if it was, why couldn’t you accept it?”
“Do you go around giving all your men such lovely jewelry?” She snorted.
He gave her a sheepish grin. “No. But, if I wanted to, I could.”
She rolled her eyes again and blew out a breath. “I cannot accept this. Gift or not.”
“If you are to accompany me, you will wear it.” He glared at her and she eased her horse a step back. “It isn’t a request, Bri. It’s an order.”
She jerked her head up. In two years he had never given her an order, and it irked that he would do so now over this piece of jewelry.
“Why do I need this?”
“It’s an amulet to protect you while we sail.”
She stared at the necklace, puzzled. It looked nothing like the necklace her father had told her was her personal amulet of protection. Hers was a rounded piece of milky-white sea glass, dulled with age. Nothing like the sparkly, faceted stone the prince had handed her.
“Oh. Thank you for loaning it to me, but—”
“No arguments.”
Bri sighed as she lifted the chain to her neck and fastened it. “There, happy?”
He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes, and she wondered what was bothering him. “Yes. Now, let’s get going before Cade leaves without us.”
They raced out of the courtyard, and she tried to push aside her fears of sailing. It wasn’t that she couldn’t swim, she was as fast as a fish in the water. No, her fear ran deeper than that and wasn’t something she talked about. You couldn’t change the past, so why keep focused on it? Now she wished she’d mentioned she couldn’t sail. Couldn’t risk being in another shipwreck.
The short trip to the docks ended before she could tell Trevor of her fear. Instead, she mutely followed him to the largest ship in port. Men scurried about on deck, pulling ropes, moving crates, and readying the sails to depart. Bri set a hand on her stomach, attempting to still the unease she felt just looking at the tall masts. All she could see were waves cresting over the bow, sweeping her into the watery depths of the sea.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. After dismounting, she slung her bags over her shoulder and followed Trevor to the gangplank.
“Are you sure we have to take a ship? Why don’t we ride to Faldaera? It would be more fun.”
Trevor’s lips quirked up. “It’s a four day trek over land. This will be faster and more fun than riding. Besides, Cade has new sails that will carry us to Faldaera by dawn. We can just sit back and enjoy the journey.”
“Overnight? I thought it took two days to sail there,” Bri said.
“With normal sails, yes, but Cade has magic sails.”
They stopped at the end of the gangplank. Cade looked down at them from the deck and waved.
“Permission to come aboard, Captain?” Trevor yelled up.
“Permission granted.”
They walked up the plank, and Bri’s knees shook as the ship bobbed up and down with the waves. The movement was foreign, and she stumbled, her vision greying as her skin grew clammy. Terror clawed at her. She pictured herself in the water, fighting against the waves trying to pull her under the choppy surface.
“Bri?” Trevor’s voice was distant, as if she were at the bottom of a well.
Forcing her gaze upward, she latched onto his sea-green eyes, telling herself over and over he would never let anything happen to her. She stood still as he moved closer, pulling her against his chest. Inhaling deeply, she relaxed into him as the scent of leather, horses, and musk surrounded her.
Bri forgot where they were and why she had been so scared as she settled into his embrace. Her pulse jumped as he slid a hand over her back in a gentle caress. Suddenly the plank shifted, and reality came crashing in. She pulled away, heat flooding her face.
“Sorry,” she muttered, wishing she could jump in the water and swim away.
“It’s fine, Bri.” He stared at her a minute, then teased, “Don’t tell me you can’t swim.”
“No, I can swim fine. I just don’t like ships. The last time I was on one, things didn’t go very well.”
“What do you mean?”
“Let’s just say I know how long I can tread water.”
Trevor’s eyes widened. “You fell overboard?”
“I’d rather not talk about it, if you don’t mind.”
He studied her for a moment, and she struggled to keep from squirming.
“Nothing will happen to you. You have my word.”
Still unsure, Bri nodded and took a step forward, stumbling as the deck rose and fell with the waves.
“Easy,” Cade said, stepping forward and taking her hand. “It takes a bit of getting used to, but you’ll have your sea legs under you in no time at all. We’ll make a smiling seaman out of you before we arrive in Faldaera.”
“I just want to be back on land as soon as possible,” Bri said, pulling her hand away and clutching her bags tightly.
Cade grinned at her before looking over to Trevor. “I see you got my message?”
“Yes. I appreciate you offering to take us.”
“Well, I figured it would be the best way for you to get in and out quickly without your usual entourage.”
Trevor turned to Bri. “Speaking of that, while we’re traveling, you can’t treat me like a prince. I’ll just be Trevor, knight of Palindore.”
“Why?” They had never traveled with such secrecy before, and doubt about their trip set in.
“No one can know about our journey. There is much at stake, especially if things don’t work the way I hope.”
She frowned, not liking his explanation, yet knowing from experience he would say no more. “Well, if you expect to pull that off, you need to stop acting so royal.”
Cade chuckled. “She has a point.” One of the men called out, and he sighed. “If you’ll excuse me while I see to this matter? Then I’ll show you to your quarters.”
“Take your time,” Trevor said. “We’ll be here at the rail watching the waves.”
Bri followed Trevor to the side of the ship and looked down at the water. Light from the setting sun glinted off the glassy surface just behind the cresting waves. The water was so clear she could see the seaweed floating beneath. Instead of the brownish-green she had expected, strands of red, yellow, and black flowed together. Every so often she thought she caught a glimpse of a fin flitting in and out of the underwater vegetation.
The peacefulness of the setting calmed her nerves, and she soon found herself adjusting to the gentle sway of the ship as it lifted and fell with the motion of each wave.
Love.
The word echoed in her mind, and a tingle coursed through her body. A deep longing for something filled her, but before she could think about it, something shifted in the water and three pairs of eyes looked up at her.
“Trevor?”
“Hmm?”
“There are mermaids in the water.”
He looked where she pointed, leaning far over the rail. Water shot up from the side of the ship like a geyser, followed by the flash of scales. Two of the creatures stood on top of the waves, undulating on their tails. One had jet black hair, the other platinum blonde. A moment later, a red-haired one joined them, and they stared up at Bri and Trevor.
Their tails were a mixture of silver, gold, and bronze. Eyes, black as night, peered out from faces with skin as pale as milk. The black-haired one shifted higher, moving toward Trevor, her webbed hands reaching out as if to touch him.
“They’re so fierce looking,” Bri said.
The mermaid smiled, revealing a mouth of sharp, pointed teeth.
“They certainly are,” Trevor said. “In fact, these three are here to protect us.”
“What do you mean?”
“The merfolk are pledged to watch over those of royal blood who travel on the water. We have a contract with the Merking.”
She looked at him, certain her face revealed her disbelief. “And just how do they know you’re a royal? Does someone send an announcement to them?”
Cade laughed as he stepped up to the railing. “That would make it quite difficult for some members of the royal families I know.” He waved at the three mermaids, smiling when they threw mock kisses his way. “No. Those to be protected have a special piece of jewelry they wear that the merfolk sense when it’s in the water.”
“Like this amulet?” Bri asked, holding up the one Trevor had given her.
“Is that—” Cade started to ask.
“Yes.” Trevor interrupted, sending a stern look to Cade.
Bri stared at the two men, watching their moment of silent communication. Whatever Cade had meant to ask was clearly something Trevor didn’t want said aloud. She looked at the amulet, more certain than before there was more to this piece of jewelry than she knew.
Cade stepped forward and tapped the blue-green stone. “This tells the merfolk you are to be protected under the treaty with Palindore.”
Bri looked at Trevor. “Do you wear one?”
Frowning, Trevor pulled an amulet from beneath his shirt and held it out for her to see. Bri’s eyes widened. His amulet was a larger version of the one she wore. It was obvious the two were a set.
“Your Highness, please,” she said, embarrassed, yet deep down thrilled he had bestowed this special necklace on her. “I cannot accept this. It isn’t proper. Clearly this is meant for your bride.”

She reached up to remove the necklace, but Trevor grabbed hold of her hands, his grip just shy of painful. “No. You will wear it. Promise me. When we’re back in Palindore, and you no longer need protection at sea, then you can return it.”
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I hope you enjoyed this teaser from Charmed Memories. Want to know more about the story? Stop by my author site to read the first chapter and see what others have said about the book.


Twisting tales one story at a time. 

YA author Mary Waibel’s love for fairytales and happy-ever fill the pages of her works. Whether penning stories in a medieval setting or a modern day school, magic and romance weave their way inside every tale. Strong female characters use both brain and brawn to save the day and win the heart of their men. Mary enjoys connecting with her readers through her website: marywaibel.blogspot.com

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Sunday, November 15, 2015

Thankfulness by Mary Waibel


A reflection on things to be thankful for.

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I stared at the blank screen, stumped by the topic of the writing assignment. Thankfulness. It wasn’t that I had nothing to be thankful for, quite the opposite in fact. It was how to put my thankfulness into words without sounding trite.

It should have been an easy assignment, an assured A, but the words wouldn’t come. I walked away from my computer in search of something to distract me. None of the books waiting on my e-reader held any interest, nor did the television. With a sigh, I trudged back to my desk and forced myself to start writing, even if it would be deleted in the end.

I’m thankful for my family and friends who support me and all my endeavors. Who shower me with love and call me out when I’m wrong. You make me a better me, and I can’t thank you enough.

I’m thankful for my health, and that of my family. With so many suffering serious diseases and illnesses, I am fortunate that my family is mostly healthy and doing well.

I’m thankful for my prosperity. Not that I’m super rich, but there are many who have much less than I.

I’m thankful I’m able to work and earn spending money for frivolous things, and not have to rely on the generosity of others for necessities.

I’m thankful for the freedoms I have and, while I don’t always agree with the choices my government makes, I’m grateful that I can voice my opinion without fear of retribution.

I’m thankful that I don’t go to bed hungry, unless I want to. I am blessed to live in a place where food is plentiful and varied. Where things aren’t rationed or your options of what to eat are limited.

I’m thankful for the change in seasons that keep me looking forward to nicer weather in the winter, or cooler weather in the summer.

I’m thankful for my cats, even when they don’t use their litter box, because without them life would be a little lonelier.

I’m thankful for my parents. Sure, they drive me crazy with wanting to know what I’m doing and hassle me about keeping my grades up and all that stuff, but that’s their job. And I know someday they won’t be here anymore and I’ll miss them terribly.

I’m thankful for my brothers, even when they act like jerks. I think it’s just the male way of showing affection. They can’t let people know they care, so they act all weird and stuff instead. But it’s okay. I understand it.

I’m thankful for the men and women who voluntarily enter our military who are willing to risk all so I can be safe here at home. So I can speak as I want, watch what I want, and read what I want. These brave souls who go to the darkest and most vile places on earth to help others in need deserve more than my thanks, but for now that is all I have to offer.

I’m thankful for the police and firemen who keep me safe at home. Who are just a phone call away when needed. Who, like the men and women of the military, risks their lives daily to keep us safe.

I’m thankful for all I have.


As the words petered out, I sat back and read over what I’d written. What sounded as repetitive and thoughtless in my mind came across as sincere and heartfelt. It was exactly what I wanted to say, how I wanted to sound. I saved the file and sent it to my teacher. My assignment done, I shut down the computer and settled onto the couch to watch television with my family.


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Twisting tales one story at a time. 

YA author Mary Waibel’s love for fairytales and happy-ever fill the pages of her works. Whether penning stories in a medieval setting or a modern day school, magic and romance weave their way inside every tale. Strong female characters use both brain and brawn to save the day and win the heart of their men. Mary enjoys connecting with her readers through her website: marywaibel.blogspot.com

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Thursday, October 15, 2015

Angel of Death by Mary Waibel



For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast,

And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed;
And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill,
And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still!

~Lord Byron

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I am Sera, Angel of Death.

A millennia ago, Thane, the god of death, removed one of his ribs and breathed me into existence for one purpose. To maintain balance. To keep war from returning to Eres.

Since the beginning of time, Madden, the god of the living, and Thane have fought for control of the people of Eres. After much bloodshed, a compromise was made: Madden would create an angel to release a soul from the Pool of Life, and Thane would create an angel to return a soul to the pool.

I am Thane’s angel. The only one of my kind.

I owe my entire existence to him, and would do anything he asked of me. Claim any soul. Even my own, if I had one.

Every morning since Thane created me, my arm glowed with a name. And every night, after I claimed that person’s soul, the name faded away.

For years I have fought a constant battle to keep the balance between the living and the dead. One soul too many in the world and the balance would shift, ushering in a war to end all wars.

Slade Neward

The name glowed in silver script on my pale arm. I smoothed a hand over the skirt of my black dress and stood, my grey wings spreading open behind me. I walked out of my room in the Great Palace and onto the balcony. With a single flap of my wings, I took to the skies.

Cool air rushed over me as I soared toward Eres and my assignment. Strands of my black hair whipped into my eyes, and I brushed them away, wishing I’d taken a moment to bind my hair back before I left.

I soared over mountains, past fields, heading for the outskirts of the village where the people of Eres clustered in colorful homes. My arm tingled, signaling I was close to today’s soul, Slade Neward. I circled over a pretty little Cape Cod in a cheery yellow with maroon shutters, my arm pulsing with burning heat. My assignment was here.

Landing on the rooftop without a sound, I sat, pleating my skirt with my fingers as I studied this Eresian’s home. The mid-morning sun shone on a meticulously manicured green lawn. Colorful mums, in perfect bloom, filled the flower beds lining the walk to the door. As I examined the well-cared for home, I tried to create a mental picture of Slade from what I saw.

He was probably an older man, retired, who had lived a full life and was now ready to return to the Pool of Life so he could be reborn and start a new life. Thane explained it to me once. He said that the souls didn’t remember ever being born, that each life was a new experience, and would continue until the end of time.

Part of me envied the souls. I would never be anything but an Angel of Death. I would never experience being born, or growing old, or dying. Well, I guess I experienced dying everyday when I claimed a soul, but I didn’t know what it felt like for the Eresian.

The squeak of the front door caught my attention and I peered down as my assignment stepped outside. My imaginings couldn’t have been further from reality. Slade Neward was young, probably early twenties. He had long legs and was leanly muscled. Shaggy brown hair hung in his eyes, begging for someone to sweep the locks away from his face.

Something was wrong. Thane had never taken the soul of someone so young, unless they had committed a horrible crime. Why would he choose this man? He didn’t seem anything like the vile souls I’d collected in the past. Why would Thane choose someone so full of potential?

Slade jumped off the porch and crossed to the driveway in two strides. He paused at the open driver’s door and I caught a glimpse of his face. Eyes like warm honey glowed in the morning sun, and full lips curved in a smile. I felt an unfamiliar pull in my chest. This boy called to me as no assignment ever had, and I needed to know why before I could claim his soul.

I lifted into the air, sending a loose shingle sliding down the rooftop. Slade glanced up, his golden eyes widening as they locked on me. I froze, barely daring to breathe. No Eresian could see me. Yet, there was no doubt in my mind that Slade did.

He frowned and closed his eyes. Acting on instinct, I flew to the giant pine at the end of the driveway and hid in the shadow of its branches. I peered out from the needled limbs, watching as Slade spun around in a circle, his gaze sweeping past me before he faced the roof and scratched his head.

“Must have been my imagination,” he muttered before taking off in his car.

I followed him, careful to stay out of view, not wanting to risk the chance of him seeing me again. He parked in the lot outside the local college and sauntered toward the door of a large building. Halfway there, he stopped and headed for a copse of trees.

Aha! Maybe this is why Thane chose him. Perhaps this Slade is up to no good in these woods.

Careful not to disturb the ready-to-fall leaves, I picked my way into the trees, certain I’d find him doing something evil. Something to make him worthy of removal from Eres. But, when I peered down through the leaves, I saw nothing but the leaf covered ground.

“Who are you?”

I jolted, my wings thwacking into the branches, scattering leaves to the ground. Somehow, Slade managed to sneak halfway up the tree I hovered beside. I pressed a hand to my thundering heart and settled on a branch, remaining silent in the hopes that he’d go away, thinking me something he imagined.

“It’s not going to work.” I arched a brow and he chuckled. “Standing perfectly still, or closing your eyes doesn’t mean I can’t see you. I can. And I know you’re real. I just watched you knock half the leaves out of that tree.”

Busted. I took a deep breath and whispered, “I’m Sera.”

“Hello. I’m Slade.”

I nodded. “I know.”

“How do you know?” His brows raised. His gaze caressing the planes of my face and the edges of my wings. “And, what are you?”

I was in uncharted territory. Never in the history of time had I talked to an assignment. I closed my eyes and prayed to Thane for guidance. When he didn’t respond, I decided it wouldn’t hurt to tell Slade what I was.

“I am the Angel of Death. I collect souls for Thane, to keep the world in balance.”

Slade nodded. “I see. So, who are you here for?”

I dropped my gaze, pretending to take interest in the bark beneath my feet. When the silence stretched into discomfort, I finally looked up, wishing I could give a different answer.

“You.”

He swallowed hard. “I should’ve guessed that. So, how’s it work?”

I shook my head. “How can you accept all that so easily? I just told you I’m here to take your life, and you’re okay with that?”

Slade shrugged and tucked his hands into his pockets. “I wouldn’t say I’m okay with it, but what can I do? It’s my fate, right? My soul will return to the Pool of Life and be reborn. Hopefully next time it will experience more. Or perhaps this is to balance out the longer life I had last time.”

“I don’t think I could be so understanding. If someone wanted to end my existence I’d want to rage and cry out, not calmly accept my fate.”

“It wouldn’t do me any good to fight. Nothing would change. At sundown, you would still claim my soul.” He cocked his head. “So, how does this work, anyway? Do you run a sword through me? Or suck the life out of me with a kiss?” He flashed a grin. “Of the two, I’d prefer that one.”

I giggled. “I’ll take note of that.” Slade was kind, sweet, and funny—unlike any Eresian I had ever encountered. And it pained me to know that by sundown I’d be taking his life away. “Usually I follow my assignment around and design a death fitting of their life. Just before the sun sets, I set things in motion and take their soul.”

He looked at the band on his wrist. “So, that gives me about eight hours of life left. It would be silly to spend that time in school, learning things I’m never going to need. And my friends are all too far away to see before my time runs out.” He lifted his head and locked his gaze on mine. “How would you like to spend the day with me?”

“I…”

“Before you say no—”

“How do you know I’m going to say no?”

He grinned, revealing slightly crooked front teeth. “I’m a good judge of character.” I rolled my eyes and he continued. “I’m the only person who’s ever seen you, aren’t I?”

I gasped. “How…? Yes. I don’t know why you can see me, but no one ever has before.”

“So, it should be safe for you to spend the day with me.” His grin widened, and the tug in my chest returned. “I might look a little crazy talking to myself, but I’m willing to risk it if you are.”

A day with an Eresian. It was something I’d always wanted, but never dared to ask for. “Yes. I’d like to spend the day with you.”

“Excellent. I’ll meet you at my car.”

I flew out of the trees and waited beside his car. A minute later, Slade opened the passenger door and waved me inside. I stared at him, beginning to wonder if he really was insane.

“You do realize my wings will be in the way, right?”

He shrugged. “We’ll figure it out. Now, get in.”

I climbed inside, my wings folded behind me, careful to keep them out of his space, and we headed down the highway toward the lake. Half an hour later we walked down to the water’s edge and stared at the horizon.

“I love it here. It’s so peaceful and quiet. Calming.” Slade winged a pebble toward the water and it skipped over the surface. “It makes all my worries go away.”

It was a beautiful place. A soft breeze blew in from the lake, bringing the scent of fresh water and damp earth. Small waves lapped at the sandy beach, the sound soothing and restful.

I closed my eyes against a pang of guilt. This would be the last time Slade would see this place. The last time he would skip stones across the rippling surface. I looked at my arm again, wondering if I had made a mistake. The silver script glowed bright, as it always did when I hovered near my assignment. There was no mistake. Slade Neward had to die.

Time inched by as he skipped another stone. And another.

“Here. You try.”

“I don’t know how.” I glanced around the empty beach. “And what if someone sees?”

“They’ll think it was me.” He fit a stone in my palm, positioned my thumb and forefinger, then wrapped his hand around mine. “It’s all in the wrist.”

He held me close as we winged the stone toward the water. It hit the surface and sunk. Over and over, he tried to help me make at least one skip, but the stones just sunk as soon as they touched the water.

Frustrated, I walked away. Birds flew overhead, their cries mournful, as if they knew what was about to happen to Slade and were expressing their grief. Unfamiliar feelings bottled up inside me, ones I didn’t know what to do with, until I was filled with a need to run. To flee far from this place of peace.

“Let’s go somewhere else.” Without waiting for an answer, I headed to the parking lot.

“Where to?” Slade asked as he started the car.

I had expected him to say something about my rudeness, or complain about these being his last hours on Eres so he should be the one to choose what to do. But it was as if he sensed my distress and wanted to comfort me.

“Where else do you want to go?”

Slade didn’t answer, just turned onto the road and drove to a wooded area. Sunlight streamed through the colored leaves, making the air glow with warmth and radiance. I walked beside him until we reached a large oak tree. Slade sat on the ground, and leaned against the trunk. He patted the grass beside him, and I sat, looping my arms around my knees.

“This is my second favorite place,” he tipped his head back and stared up at the trees. “There’s just something about walking through the shade of the trees that makes me happy to be alive.”

The leaves rustled in the soft breeze, carrying the scents of dirt, decomposition, and a hint of pine. Slade sat in a spotlight of sunshine that brought out hints of red in his brown hair. This was a perfect place, one I’d never be able to visit again. Not without Slade.

Like at the lake, my heart ached, and my eyes burned. I blinked, but it only caused my vision to blur, and a warm liquid to trail down my cheeks.

“Hey,” he brushed a hand over my cheek and I jerked away, confused by what was happening. “It’s going to be okay.”

I swiped a hand over my cheek and stared at the wetness gathered on my fingertips.

“It’s normal. They’re tears.”

“Tears are for Eresians not an Angel of Death.” I stood and stalked a few steps away.

“Tears are a sign of great sadness. Or immense joy.” He sauntered to my side. “Are you not allowed to feel emotions?”

I snorted. “Of course I can feel emotions.”

“And does my pending death make you happy or sad?”

I glared at him. “How could you think I would be happy to take your life?”

He shrugged. “I assume you’ve been pleased to take the other souls you’ve returned to the Pool. Some because they had lived a full life, others because they were cruel and didn’t belong among the Eresians.”

“I wouldn’t say I was pleased to take their lives, but they did not cause me distress.”

“And me? Where do I fall in that grouping?”

I stared at him through tear filled eyes. “You don’t. I don’t know why Thane chose your name. And that’s the problem.” I turned away. “I never should have come with you. This was a bad idea.”

Slade sighed, the sound filled with frustration. “You said you get to know your assignments so you can find the perfect death for them.” He turned me around and tipped my chin until I met his eyes. “I want you to know me so I get my perfect death.”

I gazed into his honey eyes. Sometime today, Slade had gone from being a job to someone I wanted to spend time with, to know all there was to know about.

Someone whose soul I couldn’t take.

“What’s wrong?”

I shook my head and backed away. Turning, I ran from the woods, past the car, and launched into the air. While we’d waited in the woods, the sun had continued its journey across the sky. Soon it would dip below the horizon and I’d be forced to take Slade’s soul.

“Sera! Wait!”

Footsteps pounded below me and I sobbed as I flew. I had to get away from him, had to find another soul to take before the sunset. Had to keep the balance.

Buildings rose up replacing the trees and fields of the countryside. The setting sun glinting off their windows and chrome accents in a blinding light. I winged around them, heading toward the worst part of town. The air turned rank, and the buildings became run-down. Crumbled bricks and dirty, broken windows seemed to absorb the light creating a blackness that the vilest of Eresians fed off of.

In a dank alley, I found the man I searched for. His victim lay bleeding at his feet. Triumphant, I grabbed him by the neck and slammed his head into the wall. The sound of breaking bones filled the air and his body went limp and tumbled to the ground. A black haze hovered over him and I leaned down, inhaling the mist into my lungs. His soul collected, I flapped my wings and soared toward the Temple of Madden, where, I would transfer his soul to the Angel of Life.

I landed on the rooftop of the church and stood across from Azriel. He was tall, like Slade, with golden hair. His bright white shirt and pants stood out in stark contrast against the darkening sky. We’d exchanged souls a myriad of times. A simple kiss and the transaction was done. But tonight, the thought of kissing him seemed wrong.

I shrugged off my misgivings and watched the sky. The last inch of the sun hovered on the horizon. As the orange orb dipped out of sight, footsteps pounded behind me.

“Sera!”

I wheeled around. “No! You have to leave. You can’t be here.”

Slade hesitated. “But, I thought you needed my soul.”

Tears pooled in my eyes, blurring my vision. “I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t take your soul. But I had to have a soul, so I took another.”

“You what?” Azriel’s voice boomed across the rooftop, echoing over the town like thunder. “You have violated the agreement. I cannot accept this soul.”

“Please,” I begged. “You must. A soul for a soul. That’s the agreement. I have a soul, you have to take it.”

Azriel narrowed his eyes. “No. And I will tell Madden of your transgression.”

Before he could leave, I leaped forward and kissed Azriel, transferring the murderer’s soul to him.

"What have you done?" Azriel backed away, fear burning in his eyes.

A black mist circled over the church and the air turned frigid. Azriel rushed to the edge and took to the sky. Agonizing pain burned into my arm and I watched in horror as Slade’s name turned from silver to black. I’d done the unthinkable. In saving Slade’s life, I started a war.

“What’s happening?” Slade stepped beside me, wrapping his arm around my waist. I found the protective gesture comforting, even though I knew Slade could offer no protection for what was to come.

“Sera!” The roof shook beneath my feet as Thane formed before me. I craned my neck to look him in the eye. He was a fearsome sight on most days, but tonight he was terrifying. Fire flickered in his black eyes, emphasising the white of his face. His arms bulged as he stalked toward me, the building groaning in protest of each step. “You have disobeyed me and broken the treaty.”

I stood tall and squared my shoulders, angered that he accused me of breaking the treaty. “I didn’t disobey. I took a soul.”

He pointed at Slade, blue lighting flickering around his finger. “You took the wrong soul.”

I tipped my head, acknowledging the truth. “But balance was maintained.”

“Balance is not yours to define.” Thane’s tone softened. “Slade’s soul was to be taken so it could be reborn tomorrow. The soul you took hadn’t finished its purpose yet. You’ve upset the balance and now he must pay for your mistake.”

“No! It was my fault. He had nothing to do with my actions.” I planted myself in front of Slade, knowing Thane could move me with a thought.

Thane’s face filled with pain as he gently set a hand on my shoulder. “I am sorry, but there is no other way.”

“It’s okay, Sera. I understand and am ready to give my soul.”

“I won’t be taking your soul.”

“It doesn’t matter. I will accept whatever punishment you give.”

Thane faced me, sadness brimming in his eyes. “Because you desired to keep Slade at your side, you have upset the balance of Eres. To make amends, you are stipped of the title of Angel of Death and relegated to Shadow Warrior.” He reached out a hand, pulled a sword from the blackness swirling around him, and handed it to me

I accepted the sword with a shaking hand. Shadow Warriors fought shades, vampires, and ghouls. Only the most proficient of soldiers were chosen for the ranks. Or, those Thane wished to send to a quick death. I tipped my head forward, acknowledging my punishment and accepting it, and tightened my grip on the sword. At least I would die for a good cause.

“What of Slade? You said he would pay for my error.”

“Slade will lose his soul during the day and regain it at night.”

I frowned. “I don’t understand.”

“From this day forward, I curse Slade to the form of a gargoyle. By day, he will stand atop this church, guarding the parishioners from evil spirits. By night, he will come to life and fight at your side.” Thane held my gaze. “You must watch over Slade during the day, for any damage done to him in his stone form is not repairable. Should his head be removed, he will die at nightfall.” Thane turned to Slade. “You must protect Sera against her enemies, if she falls in battle, she will die. Do you both understand?”

“Yes,” we said in unison.

“Good. Let the transformation begin.”

Slade dropped to his knees, crying out as his muscles bunched and shifted. He writhed in pain, a pain I caused by not following the rules. I wanted to take away the hurt, to bleed for him, but I couldn’t. My punishment was to watch him pay for my crime.

The transformation took hours. Every pain filled scream cut through me like pieces of jagged glass. The sky tinged pink when Slade stood beside me again, a grotesque mockery of the handsome boy he'd been.

The first rays of sunlight filtered through the air and I watched in awe as Slade turned to stone, inch by inch. As the golden rays bathed over me, I settled on a nearby bench, sword in hand, and began my first watch.


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Twisting tales one story at a time. 

YA author Mary Waibel’s love for fairytales and happy-ever fill the pages of her works. Whether penning stories in a medieval setting or a modern day school, magic and romance weave their way inside every tale. Strong female characters use both brain and brawn to save the day and win the heart of their men. Mary enjoys connecting with her readers through her website: marywaibel.blogspot.com



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Tuesday, September 15, 2015

The Outfit

Sometimes the best outfit isn’t the one you planned.

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I stared at my reflection in the mirror, my head cocked to the left as I critically analyzed another outfit.

My favorite worn pair of black Sketchers and dark green knee socks. A little throwback to my Catholic school days. Nothing wrong there.

Green and gold plaid skirt. I held my hands at my sides, fingertips grazing the edge of the hem. Short, but still within the rules.

White oxford with sleeves rolled below the elbow. The rolling was perfect, but the collar was a different story. I couldn’t get it to stand the way I wanted—high in the back, edges flipped up and out just right. I’d tried buttoning and unbuttoning buttons, but it was useless. It didn’t look the way I wanted.

“Should have had a back-up plan,” I muttered as I undid the buttons and tossed the top onto the growing mountain of clothes piled on my bed.

Three weeks ago I’d picked out the perfect outfit to wear to for the first day at my new school: a cute sundress and strappy sandals. Then yesterday we got the notice from school concerning “appropriate clothing”. No spaghetti straps. No foul language or inappropriate comments on shirts. Skirts must touch your fingertips. No displaying of undergarments.

Goodbye sundress. It failed two of the requirements: spaghetti straps and too short by a fingernail.

If mom and I hadn’t gone back to our old home for a final goodbye, I would have known in enough time to plan something else out, but no such luck. Even though we’d left early in the morning, traffic was a nightmare, and we pulled into the driveway an hour after the stores closed. Mom had convinced me I’d find something in my closet, but so far nothing worked. They either failed the new rules, didn’t fit, or would make me look like a total dork. Not a good way to start a new year in a new school.

I opened my dresser and rooted through my T-shirts, halting on the forest green practice jersey I’d worn last year for soccer. A large, goldenrod-yellow number five filled the back and three matching stripes ran down each sleeve. I pulled it on and looked in the mirror.

Not bad.

A glance at the clock revealed I had five minutes to get down to the bus stop, or I’d be walking to school. This outfit would have to do as I had no time to change again.

I ran a brush through my golden blond hair and pulled it up into a high ponytail. A swipe of gloss, a spritz of body spray, and I was ready. I scooped up my messenger bag and ran out to the bus stop.

Twenty long minutes later I pushed through the doors of my new school, schedule gripped in my hand like a lifeline. Unlike my former school, Pine Valley was small enough that there was only one bus run for everyone in kindergarten through twelfth grade. And, based on what I saw this morning, high schoolers didn’t ride the bus. I’d definitely need to talk to my mom about driving. Or make friends with someone who could pick me up.

Students congregated in clumps in the lobby, and I sidestepped my way through, looking for the hallway with the lockers. I’d had a tour of all my classrooms two weeks ago, but the lockers hadn’t been assigned yet, so I had no idea where mine was.

A handful of students were already at their lockers, most still socializing in the lobby. I stopped in front of the first locker and checked the number. 102.

“Guess this is the even side.” I shifted my bag on my shoulder and peered down the hallway, calculating that my locker would be about halfway down.

When I reached the middle of the hall, I stopped and checked the numbers. 604. Shrugging, I backed up a few steps. 502.

“What the…” I looked at my schedule and then back at the lockers. 496, 498, 500, 502, 604, 606, 608. “Where’s 548?”

A group of guys in green and gold soccer jerseys walked by, nudging each other and chuckling as they passed. A red haired guy glanced at me, turned away, then did a double take.

“Geez, Eggleston,” Red smacked the guy beside him in the arm, “the season hasn’t even started and you already have a fan in the new girl.”

Eggleston turned, revealing a yellow five, inside a large ‘C’ on the left side of his shirt. Great. My outfit would have the entire school thinking I had a thing for the captain of the soccer team.

The captain stepped forward, brown shaggy bangs dipping into his eyes, and held out a hand. “Hi, I’m Ben Eggleston. Welcome to Pine Valley High.”

I hesitated, trying to read his body language to see if he was sincere in his greeting or getting ready to prank me. He didn’t give off any odd vibes, so I set my hand in his, surprised at the tingle that raced up my arm with the contact.

“Hi, I’m Rachel Brown, and I’m totally lost.” Heat burnt in my cheeks as I realized what I’d just said.

“Well, Rachel, it’s your lucky day. Seeing you seem to be my biggest fan,” he smiled, revealing a deep dimple in his cheek, “it would be rude of me not to help you. So, senior?”

“What? Oh, no. I’m a junior. You?”

“Senior.”

“I should have guessed, given your captain status.”

He shrugged. “Coach decides who wears the ‘C’. Last year it was a sophomore. This year it’s me. Who knows, next year it could be a freshman, although that’s unlikely. But…it could happen.” He pointed at my schedule. “You mentioned you’re lost. Not sure where your first classroom is?”

I grinned, charmed by his modesty and kindness. “No, I can’t seem to find my locker. Number 548. The numbers jump from 502 to 604.”

“Ah, yeah.” His cheeks pinkened and his lips twitched. I raised a brow, waiting to see what he was so amused and embarrassed about. “Over the summer a few of the seniors removed the number plates from some of the lockers and swapped them around hoping to confuse a few freshmen.”

“I see.” I bit back a chuckle. “And were you one of the pranksters?”

“No,” he shoved a hand through his hair, “but I was here when it happened.”

“And you just let it go?” Granted, I didn’t know Ben at all, but he didn’t seem like the kind of guy to stand back and let kids get in trouble.

He shrugged. “It was a harmless prank. If it was dangerous or mean, I’d have stepped in. Besides, the guys who did it will get the numbers swapped back around by the end of the day.”

“Great. So, how do I find my locker now?”

Ben grinned again, his dimple sending flutters to my heart. “That’s easy.” He led me over to locker 648. “It’s only fitting that my biggest fan be right beside me.” He pointed at his locker, 546.

I turned away, not sure how to respond to the knowledge I’d be locker mates with the hottest guy I’d ever seen. Hands steady, despite the edginess racing through me, I spun the dial and opened my locker. After dumping all my supplies inside, I grabbed what I’d need for first period. When I backed out, Ben was still there, leaning against his locker, waiting for me.

I closed my locker with a quiet click and faced Ben. “Guess this means I’ll need to come to your game, tonight. You know, to say thanks and all.”

“I’d like that. Just promise me one thing.”

“What?”

He brushed a finger over the stripes on my shoulder, following them down my sleeve. “Don’t change your outfit. It’s about time I had a fan in my jersey up in the stands.”

I arched a brow, ignoring the butterflies swarming in my stomach, and pretended I wasn’t the least bit affected by his touch. “I find it hard to believe no one has ever worn your number. And this isn’t your jersey. It’s mine.”

“You play?”

I nodded. “Since I was five.”

“Me too. What position?”

I grinned. “All of them, but I’m best at goalie. You?”

“Forward.” He wiggled his brows. “It must be fate. Maybe we can play sometime, see just how good you are.”

“I’d like that. Name the day and time and I’ll be there.”

“You got it.” A bell rang and the noise level in the hall doubled. “May I walk you to your first class?”

I arched a brow. “Did they change the room numbers, too?”

He laughed. “No, I was just hoping to spend a little more time with you.”

“Sure.” I did a little happy dance inside, thrilled that the hottest guy in the school wanted to spend more time with me.

As we fell in step, I breathed silent thanks to whoever updated the clothing policy and forced me to wear a different outfit. Sure, my sundress would have been cute and flirty, but it was my old jersey that caught the eye of the guy who made my first day in a new school one to remember.

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This story is set in the same world as The Boyfriend Project. 






Twisting tales one story at a time. 

YA author Mary Waibel’s love for fairytales and happy-ever fill the pages of her works. Whether penning stories in a medieval setting or a modern day school, magic and romance weave their way inside every tale. Strong female characters use both brain and brawn to save the day and win the heart of their men. Mary enjoys connecting with her readers through her website: marywaibel.blogspot.com



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