Satina is a goodmother who uses her magic to grant wishes. Marten is a Skinner, a magical trickster who challenges everything she thinks she knows about their kind.When a magic-hungry gang moves into town, Satina and Marten must become unlikely allies.
It will take all the power they can summon to keep Westwood's secrets from falling into the wrong hands, to keep one wide-eyed girl from following the wrong man, and to keep Satina herself from falling in love with the only person in the world who knows how much of a fraud she really is.
Book has been on free promotion and regularly hit #1 in fairy tales on Amazon. Sales are steady at this point, and this title introduces a longer series in which Book Two was a finalist for 2014 Epic award for the Fantasy category.
Satina could smell the paper from the street facing entrance. She stood, just inside the stone arch, and inhaled the crisp, slightly-musty aroma of old knowledge. Outside the nook, the sea still dominated the evening air, tangy and full of salt and fish and other slippery creatures. Here, however, she could block out the tide for a moment, and enjoy the smells of home. Stories lived here, and any town that boasted an archive, that still cared about what once was, was worth her time—even a port town.
Even one that belonged to the Shades.
She ignored that mark, glowing faintly over the doorway inside and out, and lifted her skirts and cape hem enough to enter the main room. It wasn’t quite three stories, and the scrolls that rested on the rickety shelves had long gaps between them, empty spaces where the stories stopped, where history gapped and waited to be filled in by the knowledgeable—or the creative. Still, books were books, and she felt her shoulders relax instantly in the presence of these.
The late hour had brought only one other wanderer to the stacks. A woman in a green dress and ratty shawl slumped at one of the reading desks. She’d found a proper book, neatly bound in leather that frayed at each corner, and she lifted the pages with a soft hand, so focused that she failed to show any sign that she noticed Satina’s entrance.
The custodian, however, did not. He stumped across the floor boards with the help of a slim cane. His back hunched as much as the woman’s, but it had the permanent curl of long years behind it. A sparse patch of white hair waved at the back of his bald head, and his eyes were barely visible between wrinkles that looked more than a little like old leather. .
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Portuguese
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Translation in progress.
Translated by Ravi Sampaio
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Spanish
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Already translated.
Translated by Yewdiel Armando Rosas Molina
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Author review: Fantastic translator! We had amazing communication, great working rapport, and I love the finished product. Would happily work with this translator again and again. |
