Title:
Reflection Pond
Author:
Kacey Vanderkarr
Release
date: April 1st, 2014
Genre:
Young Adult, Fantasy
Purchase: Amazon
Book
Description:
Sometimes you find home, sometimes it comes
looking for you.
Callie knows a lot more about pain than she
does about family. She’s never belonged, at least, not until she falls through
a portal into her true home. The beautiful faerie city of Eirensae doesn’t come
free. Callie must find her amulet and bind herself to the city, and most
importantly, avoid the Fallen fae who seek her life. Seems like a small price
to pay for the family she’s always wanted.
Then she meets cynical and gorgeous Rowan,
who reads the darkness of her past in her eyes. He becomes Callie’s part-time
protector and full-time pain in the ass. He has secrets of his own for Callie
to unravel. What they don’t know is that the future of Eirensae lies with them,
and the once peaceful city is about to become a battleground for power.
Book Excerpt
Rowan stood in the
emerald grass, barefoot, the sun glinting off sweat on his chest. Callie’s
steps faltered as he lifted a staff, the wood smooth and wrapped with thick
leather on each end. He swung, the staff arcing in a great circle over his head
that ended with a sharp jab.
She watched, transfixed,
as he retrieved the weapon and stretched his neck. Callie’s gaze followed the
gentle curve where it met his shoulder, and lower, where muscles rippled
beneath his skin. Rowan had the body of a dancer, long, lean. And flexible, she thought as his feet
flew over his head and he landed in a defensive pose. He pushed his staff in
front of him on a horizontal, sliding one foot behind the other for balance.
His body was fluid, mercury allowed to slide across a tabletop as he repeated
the motion. Rowan was breathing hard when he settled the length of the weapon
on his shoulder and flicked hair out of his eyes.
Here is beauty and grace, she
thought. There was passion behind the movement, restrained desire. Where he’d
learned to fight like that, and worse, had he ever needed to use that
knowledge?
Rowan cleared his
throat.
Heat filled Callie’s
face. “What are you doing?” she asked, gathering the length of her hair over
one shoulder, realizing how terrible she must look, dirty and hung over.
Whereas Rowan, dripping sweat, looked beautiful and all sorts of indecent.
He scratched an exposed
hipbone, drawing Callie’s eye to the flat expanse of his stomach, the ridges of
muscle there. As she watched, dry-mouthed, a bead of sweat dripped from his
chest to the waistband of his loose pants and disappeared. Callie couldn’t drag
her eyes away; they kept going to the little V created by bone and muscle. She
wanted to touch him there, see if his skin was as smooth and perfect as it
looked. She dug her nails into her palms.
“Callie?”
She startled, blush
burning hotter. “What are you doing?” she repeated, finally forcing her gaze to
his face.
The skin around his eyes
crinkled and he lifted one eyebrow. “I said, I’m training.”
“With that stick,”
Callie said, knowing the moment the words left her mouth that they were
horribly inaccurate. It wasn’t a stick,
it was a flowing extension of Rowan’s body that he handled with intimate
knowledge, as one might know a lover. She waited for the acid of his tongue,
and it came, right on cue.
“That stick is a quarterstaff,” he muttered,
gaze sweeping over her like a touch.
Callie pressed her arms
over her stomach, recoiling as the blue goo smeared, cold and sticky, across
her skin.
“You look awful,” he
said.
“Thanks,” she said. She
suddenly felt okay and was certain it had something to do with the adrenaline
rush of watching Rowan train. She imagined learning to move like that, with
lightness and confidence. She pointed to the men in the distance, desperate to
change the subject. “What’s that?”
“Funeral pyre for the
prophetess.” He came closer, so that Callie could smell the sunshine and sweat
on his tan skin, sense the shiver of energy. “After they burn, we scatter the
ashes in the river.”
Horror clogged Callie’s
throat as visions of burning bodies filled her mind. It seemed inhumane,
barbaric, even. She ripped her eyes from the pyre, turning so it was behind
her. “That’s kind of awful.”
“It’s the way of our
people.” He tapped the end of his staff against the ground, distractedly.
“So this stick…”
“Quarterstaff.”
“Quarterstaff,” she
corrected. “You fight with it?” Callie poked at the stretched leather, intrigued.
“Why a staff?”
“For shits and giggles,
mostly. Occasionally, I use it to intimidate Ash and unsuspecting humans.” His
expression sobered. “If you haven’t noticed, someone breached our wards and
killed the prophetess. We could all use a little more training around here. Eirensae is complacent, has been for a
while. The people are weak, but don’t listen to me. I’m just the illegitimate,
unimprinted idiot. I wouldn’t know anything about fighting or strategy. It’s
not like I’ve read all the history books in the library.” His lips twisted.
Callie digested that.
Rowan had read all the history books.
She hadn’t counted, but there had to be thousands of thick bound volumes in Eirensae’s library.
“Will you teach me?”
Callie asked, looking up at him. Rowan stood half a foot taller than her,
making Callie feel tiny.
“Will I what?” he
snapped.
“I want to learn how to
fight.” Her thoughts went to Elm, to the energy pulsing beneath her skin. Maybe
it would help her learn to control it. “If the people that killed the
prophetess are after me, at least teach me to protect myself.”
Rowan’s glare turned
wary, and then interested. He sucked his lips inward, deciding, and then blew
out a breath. “Fine.”
Callie hadn’t expected
him to agree. “Fine?”
“Fine.” He held up a
finger. “One condition.” She waited, expectant. “Go shower. No way am I
touching Willow’s puke.”
Author Bio:
Kacey Vanderkarr is a
young adult author. She dabbles in fantasy, romance, and sci-fi, complete with
faeries, alternate realities, and the occasional plasma gun. She’s known to be
annoyingly optimistic and listen to music at the highest decibel. When she’s
not writing, she coaches winterguard and works as a sonographer. Kacey lives in
Michigan, with her husband, son, crazy cats, and two bearded dragons.
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