Fledgling: The Shapeshifter Chronicles (Volume 1)
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FLEDGLING was a finalist in the Rocky Mountain Fiction Writers Contest and is
inspired by the author's own daughter who was born with heart defects.
Look for Prodigy, book 2 of the Shapeshifter Chronicles, Prodigy- available now!
Look for Emergent, book 3 of the Shapeshifter Chronicles, Prodigy- available May 2014!
Set apart from other eighteen year olds, Ana Hughes knows she is different. A life threatening heart condition smothers her future and she yearns to feel normal. Her hopes are pinned on a
fresh start in a remote town far from her native Colorado. Among the locker filled hallways in Clark Bend High, Ana keeps to the shadows, not wanting to draw attention to her violet tinged lips and wilted silhouette. And she almost succeeds, until she meets Chance Morgan.
Struggling to keep up appearances, she soon suspects Chance is hiding something as well. His
animal-like senses, miraculous healing ability and peculiar reaction to her Thunderbird necklace compels Ana to question if there's more to the stories about his Navajo ancestry. Without any other explanation, she fears he is playing tricks on her. But the truth may prove too much for Ana's delicate heart...
Excerpt from FLEDGLING:
"Ana continued fading in and out of awareness. Relinquishing to the nothingness that engulfed her, she had the impression of movement. She heard heavy breathing, which she determined wasn't coming from her, sounding more like snorting. She sensed herself hanging,
her body limp, unwilling to forfeit control back to her wandering mind. As though she was observing everything from a distance, it felt like she was at the end of a darkened hallway, being pulled back into a hollow chasm. Inky fingers entwined her mind until there was nothing left."
A special code is provided at the back of the book, for 'the lost chapter' from Fledgling. Be sure to check it out.
Suggested reading age- 13 years and up. It is recommended that parents participate
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of skyline spanning above was so large her eyes widened just to absorb it all. A brilliant band encircled the moon in a silvery glow, like a halo. The stars seemed to attempt to out-glimmer the moon and twinkled so bright she almost had to squint as she gazed at them. The heavens had found an empty canvas to rest upon and the dark glassy water below appeared twice as grand. Blood coursed through her animated body. Ana lowered her gaze and met his eyes. He waited while she grappled to string some
deep voice filled her ears. “It’s me. Sorry I missed your call—I was out on a walk. So, what’s up tonight?” It was ridiculous how happy she felt hearing his voice again. She chastised herself for getting so excited. “Well, if you don’t mind meeting my aunt and uncle, eating trout and getting assaulted with never-ending fishing stories, then you’re welcome to come over. I forgot they were going to be here tonight.” “Um, sounds great—when do you want me?” “The sooner the better. I’m headed to
feeling so ungrounded. The time was coming. Either they would part ways, or the truth would come out, somehow. A chill tore through his body, and he slunk off to his truck, eager to leave his worries in the parking lot. *** The next day Chance noticed a more haggard appearance in Ana. He was confident she wasn’t quite this affected when he first met her. Her skin, lips and fingers had a continuous pale, mauve tinge. It may not have been so out of place in the cold of winter, but it was now
lightning storm helped him phase into the bear. The first step is changing form, the next is keeping control.” Niyol’s face was turned toward the place his grandson had disappeared. “So, I’ve been wondering. . .” Ana fidgeted with her hands for a moment before she said, “I’m not sure I understand what Chance said about the thunderbird. Was it a real animal, or what?” She wasn’t sure if Niyol was protective about this information and hoped she wouldn’t make him mad asking. Niyol took a slow
students who whispered and stared at them as they walked by. Ana noticed Chance’s jaw tighten and his expression harden. Ana was surprised to hear his voice break the silence. “So, what class you have now?” “Um, English with Penroke, I think.” “Follow me,” Chance said with a wooden voice. She was confused. He seemed angry with her. If he didn’t like her, he didn’t have to speak to her. He wasn’t obligated to show her around. Plus. he didn’t seem like the welcome committee type. In fact, she