By Cate Tiernan
After seventeen-year-old Thais Allard loses her widowed father in a sad automobile twist of fate, she is pressured to depart the single domestic she’s ever recognized to dwell with a complete stranger in New Orleans. New Orleans greets Thais with many secrets and techniques and mysteries, yet none as unimaginable because the second she comes head to head with the very unlikely— the same dual, Clio.Thais quickly learns that she and the dual she by no means knew come from a kinfolk of witches, that she possesses stunning powers, and that she, besides Clio, has a key position in Balefire, the coven she was once born into. Fiery Clio is lower than delighted to need to proportion the highlight, however the twins needs to discover ways to mix their powers so that it will whole a ceremony that might rework their lives and the coven eternally.
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Whenever I felt it, I’d usually try to say or do something to draw the attention to myself. And keep it there. I walked to the other sink, next to her, and started to dig through my bag for my NARS lipgloss. There was no one at the school who didn’t know who I was. I’d worked hard to make it that way. At this point, half the guys were trying to get with me, and half the girls were jealous of that fact or trying just as hard to be part of my inner circle. I had parties all the time, and everyone knew I only invited the people I wanted to.
She waited for a response. Though she didn’t seem to notice, the only response she got was a raised eyebrow from me. “As you know, you’ve got a test today. It’s only three pages long, and it’s all multiple-choice. ” Really, you are? I thought, unnecessarily. She started passing out the papers. ” This spurt of enthusiasm had me raising both of my eyebrows. When the test finally got to me, I wrote my name and took a look at the first question. What the hell was “gerrymandering”? I looked over at Brett’s paper, which already bore the answers to three questions on the first page.
Or just transferred to the local public school right then. Instead, I ate the stupid cereal, drank the crappy coffee my stepmother made (fair trade=bitter and thin in my book) and idly checked to make sure my phone was charged. Same as every day. 1 1 Then, just like every day, I left the bowl by the sink and glanced at the clock on the stove. m. I still had ten minutes before I had to leave for school. Just enough time to double-check my makeup and outfit. I’d started toward the stairs to my room when I heard my stepmother’s high heels clopping into the kitchen.
A Chalice of Wind (Balefire, No. 1) by Cate Tiernan