The ego of a seventeen year old is more fragile than a bubble close to bursting. I was no exception. I still remember the buzz in the air and the chatter at lockers. Prom proposals were a spectacle I couldn’t escape.

Tamara muttered a curse and reached for her quiver. Her feet swiftly covered the uneven terrain as she nocked an arrow.

Check out a small snippet from my unfinished book, Ghost of Eteraine.