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October Sky
October Sky
October Sky
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October Sky

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Emmaline is your typical teenage alchemist whose everyday involves potion making in an alchemist shop. However, when the Well of Souls does not appear as planned, she is recruited to save an otherworldly king to bring it back. With time running out, and the life of her grandmother hanging in the balance, can she save the king and restore the Well?

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PublisherAlledria Hurt
Release dateDec 5, 2015
ISBN9781310058790
October Sky
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Alledria Hurt

Born in Waynesboro, Pennsylvania, Alledria Hurt has traveled Europe and the United States. She received her Bachelor of Arts degree in English Literature and her Master of Arts in Liberal and Professional Studies degree from Armstrong Atlantic State University. When she’s not writing, she prefers video games, reading, and long walks with her dog, Xerxes. She currently lives in Savannah, GA with her family.

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    October Sky - Alledria Hurt

    October Sky

    Alledria Hurt

    Smashwords Edition

    Copyright Alledria Hurt 2015

    ISBN-13: 9781310058790

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    The well, a voice called. The well.

    Emmaline Simmons sat up in her bed and hunted for the source of the sound. At first, in the grog of sleep, her vision blurred and nothing came to her. A moment later, as she blinked her eyes clear, a man materialized in the mirror. He beat on the mirror as on a pane of glass and screamed though what she heard came out as a muffled whisper.

    The well.

    What well? She sprang from bed and rushed to the mirror. The strangeness of the situation lost in the vestiges of a dream.

    The well of souls. The man in the mirror started to fade. His edges became clouded and indistinct. It drew closer and closer to his center until nothing remained of him but a glowing medallion. Emma searched the eyes of that little skull for answers but none came. It disappeared as well soon after. Kneeling in starlight before her mirror, Emma's heart beat fast. Something had happened, but what?

    Morning peeped in the window and Emma awoke to stretch. The night before curled unclear in her memory, but she scooted out of bed and went to the mirror just the same. It sat in the corner reflecting the patterns of the room back at her. Kneeling before the mirror, she pressed her hand to the object. Her palm faced her. Her eyes sought some answer in the view, but there wasn't one to be had.

    Emmaline? Her grandmother poked her head in. Aren't you up? Seeing Emma still in her pajamas, she pushed the door open and stood in the doorway. Don't you have somewhere you're supposed to be?

    With a squeak, Emma threw herself toward the closet. Mr. Amon's shop. She was supposed to open. Oh god, she was late. Grabbing a sweater and tossing it on the bed, she planned her outfit on the fly. Long pants, an undershirt, then in the drawers for underwear, all in muted fall colors. The October sky had dawned brisk, blue, and chilly. Her grandmother watched her for a few moments then said,

    I'll be downstairs putting on some oatmeal for you. Hurry down.

    Thank you, Emma said as she dragged her nightshirt over her head. It landed in a flop inside the closet door. Emma dressed in record time and stopped only to drag on her boots. Her eyes went to the mirror once again.

    The well of souls, she said. What did that mean? Long boots on, she headed down the stairs. Maman, her grandmother, puttered about near the stove pouring hot water into bowls to soak the oats.

    I don't think I have time to wait for that to cool.

    That's all right. I made a thermos of coffee for you. Take it with you and get something warm when its time for lunch, Maman said, pointing to a red thermos sitting in the middle of the kitchen table. Emma pulled her coat on and buttoned it to her throat before pulling a cap over her head. Then she grabbed the thermos and headed out the door. Stepping out into a fast blowing breeze she shivered momentarily before trudging through the frost toward town. Mr. Amon wouldn't be in until nine. She still had time to get there before he did.

    Holding the thermos in one hand, Emma pulled the ring of keys out of her coat pocket and fitted one in the lock. The tumblers turned and the door popped open with an audible sigh. Emma stepped into the shop and shut the door behind her. 8:30. Plenty of time to get everything set up so that when Mr. Amon got in, everything would be ready. She hurried to the curtain hiding the back of the shop from the public and put the thermos down and set to waking the shop from its nightly slumber. Walking over to the massive chest of drawers behind the counter, she laid a hand on it and tapped her fingers in a quick two step pattern and said,

    Good morning.

    Lazily, a drawer opened on the far side. Another, closer to the top, opened and snapped shut in a quick motion. All over, the drawers yawned and shuddered. The red cabinet with gold fittings rattled slightly as it woke. Afterwards, she moved each of the shelves and tapped them, bringing them to life. All over the shop, the sound of rattling glass started. The shelves rearranged their bottles themselves putting the more expensive concoctions to the back and rotating the stock by age while Emma watched.

    The alchemist's shop would be open for business in just minutes. Emma, meanwhile, went to make herself a cup of coffee as the waking procedures worked themselves out.

    Half an hour later, Mr. Amon, a tall slight man of Middle Eastern origin, bustled in. He stamped his feet there on the front step and took a deep breath of his shop as he stood in the middle of the stock floor. Emma brought him a cup of coffee from his private stash which she had taken the time to brew just as he liked it.

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