Full Moon In December
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by Lisa Rusczyk
Category: Dark Fantasy
Description: Kayla was so young when her new mom took her. Now she is sixteen and wants to have a real man in the basement. Her new mom, who tells her she can call her Elle now that she's sixteen, says she can pick the next one to collect. Sam was not the one she wanted. She wanted Kelly, the handsome football star. He was something to think about, and Kayla does. All the time. If only she could convince Sam to tell her more about Kelly. Kayla knows that Sam doesn't want to be in the basement, but she also knows that what Elle is doing is important. Kayla doesn't want Elle to die, but what can she do? Elle is changed. She is special. Kayla doesn't want to be changed, but she doesn't want to lose Elle either. All she wants is to know the world. She'd never even seen a highway until a week ago. That was when she had to bury the bad man Mike in the earth with the roots of the plants. Elle and the Aunties and Uncle Bingo all say her abilities with the earth are unique. Kayla doesn't know what that means. In this second book of the night person series, Sam must face his fears and his strength. Will he ever again find the peace of the moonlight? Will his captors ever let him go? What does this "changed" person want from him anyway? He only has time to figure all this out. Kelly, the young night person he instructed so long ago, may still come to his rescue without him having to do anything he doesn't want to. But if circumstances change, what decisions will he make?
eBook Publisher: Club Lighthouse Publishing USA LLC/Club Lighthouse Publishing, 2009 2009
eBookwise Release Date: December 2009
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [272 KB]
Reading time: 177-248 min.
THE GIRL AND HER BROTHER were both crying the day the men came and took them. She was fifteen, her brother only twelve. The man with the strange words had touched her hand then pointed at the two of them amid the burning village and said something to his men. They were carried on separate horses. From the mountain pass she could still smell the smoke and burning flesh, hear the cries of her people, and when she peeked back to the village from a hilltop, she could only see smoke rising up from the brush. She did not care for them, she just did not care. Even at a young age, she knew that changes come, and that she must go with them. It was her way; she had control, except for her tears. They were not tears for her people, or her village, but for fear that the strange man with the long, black hair and the silver stallion would try to control her. Her brother was quiet after his tears dried up
That night, they stopped in the desert near the mountains, and the man from the silver stallion had put brother and sister into a bedroll together, wrists and ankles bound. She needed to empty her bladder, but she dare not ask for it, knowing she would not get privacy in this act. Her brother, close and sweaty, asked, "Where's our father? Where is he?
She did not answer. Then her brother whispered her name and said, "What will become of us? Why were our lives spared?
She kicked him with both her bound feet and said, "Shut up, you fool. We are still alive, and that's all that matters."
The next day, her brother had wet the bedroll. It disgusted her, and she chided him for it. "Can you not hide your weakness?"
The man who had ridden the silver stallion came to them, and picked her up under her armpits, glaring at her with a touch of sweetness. He spoke in her language, which she did not know he knew, and he said, "You are Elle. You are my wife now. You will learn many things from me and will live for many years. Have no fear."
She spit in his face and said, "I know not the meaning of your words, you bastard."
He laughed and dropped her abruptly, and she landed on her knees before him. He said, "You and your brother are like me, I have seen it." Then he stood over her. "Tell me, my wife," he said, "Do you like to play games?"
She twisted her clothes and pissed at his feet. He grinned and said, "Now it starts."