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Albert Camus

Don't walk behind me; I may not lead. Don't walk in front of me; I may not follow. Just walk beside me and be my friend.

Wednesday, December 2, 2015

Spellweaver by Tamara Grantham

Olive's to-do list: Feed the cat. Pay the rent. Save Faythander. Again.
After Olive's last trip through Faythander, she wants nothing more than a nice vacation. But there's never time for relaxation when goblin treachery is afoot. When Geth, a goblin Spellweaver, destroys the Everblossom—a tree containing Faythander's pure magic—the fairy-world utopia begins to die.

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Olive's to-do list: Feed the cat. Pay the rent. Save Faythander. Again.

After Olive's last trip through Faythander, she wants nothing more than a nice vacation. But there's never time for relaxation when goblin treachery is afoot. When Geth, a goblin Spellweaver, destroys the Everblossom—a tree containing Faythander's pure magic—the fairy-world utopia begins to die. The bloom of the Everblossom is all that remains of pure magic. Now Olive must travel through Earth and Faythander to find a place where it will flourish.

As a psychiatrist, her skills are top notch. However, her abilities to handle patients with abnormal mental behaviors will be put to the test when she confronts Geth. Nothing has prepared her for what he reveals to her about goblins and elves. As Olive's quest takes her from her home in Houston through the most dangerous places in Faythander, she learns that history is a muddled subject, especially when elves are involved.

Her only comfort comes from Kull, her Viking warrior sidekick—who somehow negates her bad fortune. Yet how long can their relationship last when his past is brought to light? Olive will be tested beyond anything she has endured so far, as the secrets of Faythander's sordid and bloody past are exposed—one that could irrevocably alter the future and destroy the lives of everyone she loves.

EXCERPT

My heart sped up as she opened the doors. It felt like it had been so long since I’d seen Kull.

Inside the room, Kull and his father stood at arm’s length from one another, both with clenched fists. Chairs and tables lay haphazardly on the floor. A fire roared from the room’s only fireplace, radiating heat over both of their reddened faces.

When I stepped into the room, Kull’s eyes locked with mine.

“Olive.” Kull said my name quietly, and it seemed as if all of his anger vanished as he said it. He crossed the room and grabbed me in a tight hug, lifting my feet off the ground as he breathed into my ear.
“You have no idea how happy I am to see you.” He smelled the way I remembered him, of sandalwood and spruce. I fought back the lump in my throat. I hadn’t felt complete until this moment.
“I missed you,” I said, though it was a complete understatement. I’d missed him so much it was beyond my ability to explain in words. It was like a piece of me had been missing, and now I’d found it again.

I ran my hands through his hair and then let my fingers trail along his jaw and lips. With one finger, I wiped away a spot of blood and then cupped his chin. His intense blue eyes caught me off guard, making me forget to breathe. His kissed me. My skin tingled at the feel of his lips on mine, and I let the kiss deepen until the room faded away. It was just him and me alone, together, with no worries, with the entire universe before us. 

King Herrick cleared his throat. I pulled away, and my cheeks grew hot as I realized we’d done that in front of them. I stared at an upturned chair instead.
About the author;
Tamara Grantham was born and raised in Southeast Texas. She earned a Bachelor’s degree in English from Lamar University. After marrying her husband David, she followed him through his training to become a burn surgeon, which consisted of moving from Vidor, Texas to Galveston, Texas, then to Tulsa, Oklahoma, back to Galveston, and they finally settled in Wichita, Kansas. Tamara and David have five active, sweet, and almost always well-mannered children, ages zero to ten years. Their two pets, June—the Jack Russell Terrier, and Chester—a black cat, help to keep the house lively (in addition to the children.) When Tamara isn’t writing or tending her children, she enjoys taking walks through the woods, eating chocolate, and very infrequently, she enjoys a good night’s sleep. Check out Tamara's :

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