by Gloria Craw
Release Date: 01/06/15
Summary from Goodreads:
I am different. I have always been different, but no one can know or my life will be in danger. So I hide in plain sight, wearing drab clothes and thick glasses and trying to be invisible. I’m so good at hiding, no one has ever noticed me. Until Ian…the mysterious and oh-so-cute boy I know I need to avoid.
Now I have been seen. And more terrifying still, I am wanted—by those who would protect me and those who would destroy everything and everyone I love. But if they’re all terrified about who I am, wait until they see what I can do…
Read an excerpt:
Removing the tissue paper I found the same book I’d seen laying on the floor at The Shadow Box six days ago.
“It's a genealogy of your clan,” Katherine explained. “We hesitated to give it to you at first, but ultimately… it seemed more wrong to keep it from you.”
A musty odor wafted toward me when I opened the cover. The first pages were yellowed with age and covered in a flourishing calligraphy I couldn't read. “Names and birthdates,” Katherine said, pointing at the writing. “Under each bold line is a death date.”
I skimmed more pages feeling the life and death that ran through them. Tears clouded my vision when I realized I'd never know the stories behind the names. There was no one left to tell them to me.
Further in, the names shifted to English spellings written in an atrocious calligraphy. I could only make out a few of the letters. Seeing a scrap of paper marking a place near the end of the book, I turned there.
The writing was still difficult to read, but I interpreted one of the names as Grace Laurel, followed by a set of dates that meant nothing in the Western European Calendar. Saul Laurel had been penned next to it with another set of dates. Below them both was written Jillian Laurel.
Katherine pointed at the third name. “That's you,” she said. “Jillian Laurel.”
I’d never thought about my original name. I could only remember being called Alison, the name the state of Nevada had given me. Jillian seemed an odd name to me. I didn’t really like it.
Shaking my head at the strangeness of it all, I pointed to the name above mine, “And this is my father?”
“Yes. There’s not much I can tell you about Saul. I only met him once, but from what I read in the book, he was a dewing without joining.”
Remembering that the tiger had referred to my father that same way, I asked, “What’s a dewing without joining?”
“In rare instances, a dewing will be born without the ability to join a human’s mind. They have all of our other abilities. In fact, their essence energy is often exceptionally strong. But when it comes to a human’s mind…they can’t connect. Dewing without joining pass a special energy to their children. It’s as if the child’s joining is stronger because the parent wasn’t able to use theirs.”
I thought about what she said and what it meant to me. “So, if I was a normal dewing, one who had been raised in a dewing family instead of a human one, my joining would be super strong?” I asked.
“Given the talent you probably inherited from your mother, and the latent energy you got from your father, yes.”
Gloria Craw grew up in the desert southwest, inspired every day by the wide skies and rich colors around her. After high school, she attended the University of Utah where she majored and got a degree in anthropology. These days, she lives in the ‘burbs’ just outside of Seattle, Washington where she is the shepherd of a husband, four daughters and a very hairy dog.
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