Born of witches but raised among their enemies, Lilette searches for a way to heal the rift between mankind and the witches. But it may be too late to save either. For if there is one thing Lilette has come to know for certain, it’s that all things fall.
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Reviews
The character's lives would go up and then crash down so hard I couldn't even scream. ~Michelle Kullman
Equal parts breathtaking, beautiful and tragic. ~Tams at TCC Books
Everything pulled me in from the very beginning and held me captivated page after page all the way to the inevitable ending that had me both heartbroken and full of hope. ~Kelly, Amazon reviewer
Argyle's prose and world-building skills are exquisite. ~Cherie Reich, author
One of my favorite fantasy series of all time. ~Ashley Ferguson
First Page:
Chapter 1
Lilette left the island like she came into it, amid a wave of
suffering and death. ~Jolin
Lilette pointed her hands above her head and leapt off the
cliff. Eyes closed, she reveled in the feel of falling. She
sliced through the cool water at the base of the waterfall, kicking
until she reached the rocky bottom.
There, she paused. Everything looked different down here.
The water caught the sharp sunlight, bending it into slanting
shafts of turquoise. The figures of the other girls on the bank were
wavering and insubstantial—as if they were mere reflections
instead of flesh and blood. It was like looking at the outside
world through a mirror. But which side was real, and which was
the reflection?
Lilette wished she didn’t have to go back, that she could
stretch this moment beneath the cool water into forever. But her
lungs began to ache for air.
I will escape my fate, she promised herself. It had taken her
nearly two weeks to gather enough sleeping herbs to drug Bian’s
family. Tonight, two days before her wedding, she would slip the
herbs into the evening meal. After everyone was sound asleep,
she’d gather her supplies and slip away.
Lilette’s toes pushed off the rocks. She swam upward and
broke the surface to take a gasping breath.
Pan stood at the rim of the cliffs, her arms folded over her
chest. “Come on, Li. The others want to head back soon.”
Lilette left the island like she came into it, amid a wave of
suffering and death. ~Jolin
Lilette pointed her hands above her head and leapt off the
cliff. Eyes closed, she reveled in the feel of falling. She
sliced through the cool water at the base of the waterfall, kicking
until she reached the rocky bottom.
There, she paused. Everything looked different down here.
The water caught the sharp sunlight, bending it into slanting
shafts of turquoise. The figures of the other girls on the bank were
wavering and insubstantial—as if they were mere reflections
instead of flesh and blood. It was like looking at the outside
world through a mirror. But which side was real, and which was
the reflection?
Lilette wished she didn’t have to go back, that she could
stretch this moment beneath the cool water into forever. But her
lungs began to ache for air.
I will escape my fate, she promised herself. It had taken her
nearly two weeks to gather enough sleeping herbs to drug Bian’s
family. Tonight, two days before her wedding, she would slip the
herbs into the evening meal. After everyone was sound asleep,
she’d gather her supplies and slip away.
Lilette’s toes pushed off the rocks. She swam upward and
broke the surface to take a gasping breath.
Pan stood at the rim of the cliffs, her arms folded over her
chest. “Come on, Li. The others want to head back soon.”
Great premise, wonderful cover. If you want to start planning for a blog tour I'll help. You should start soon so you can have bloggers lined up by the time your book comes out. I have my own cover reveal set for September.