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Phoenix
Phoenix
Phoenix
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A mystery girl appears in the midst of a winter thunderstorm, seeking a witch to break a terrible curse: the girl has accidentally destroyed the Realm of Faery.

Seventeen-year-old Stacy, young to the Craft but growing in power and reputation thanks to her hand in thwarting the last apocalypse, might be able to save both Faery and the girl.

If Stacy refuses to help, both the realm and the girl will die. But helping the girl can only lead to heartbreak—and a choice that will change them both forever.

An impossible problem. A heroine with the courage and heart to take on the challenge against all odds. To enter the magic, read PHOENIX.

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Release dateMay 17, 2016
ISBN9781310988394
Phoenix
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Leslie Claire Walker

I live in the lush (humid and green) and darkly magical (crazy insane) bayou country of southeast Texas with various companions, including a Doggie Ranger and two cats, one older and distinguished and the other young with hellion ambitions. I am a legal secretary by day and a fiction writer at all other times. In my rare spare minutes, I play the lever harp (mostly Irish tunes) and enjoy gluten-free baking adventures. I write in the fantasy, science fiction, mystery, and young adult genres. I love to sit in my writing chair in the early mornings with the world's biggest mug of coffee and have no idea where the story will take me next. My fiction has appeared in Fantasy Magazine, Chiaroscuro, Electric Velocipede, GUD Magazine, and DAW Books anthologies.

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    Phoenix - Leslie Claire Walker

    IN THE HUNT UNIVERSE

    The Faery Chronicles

    Novels

    Hunt

    Demon

    Faery

    Story Collections

    Faery Tales: Volume 1

    Faery Tales: Volume 2

    The Soul Forge Series

    Novels

    Night Awakens

    THE THUNDERSTORM AMBUSHED me as I walked out of the main building and into the shadow of the school sign that advertised the unofficial religion of Texas—high school football, Go, Cardinals! One minute, December afternoon sunshine, Houston edition. The next, thick, gray clouds and big, fat drops of icy rain.

    I took a single step onto the lawn, brown leather backpack slung over one shoulder, no one and nothing around me except for the crumpled burger wrappers and empty soda cans of my fellow juvenile delinquents, a string of busted Christmas lights, and a single red sneaker like the cheerleaders wore, right foot, no laces. All of it, and me, rapidly becoming soaked through.

    Run back into school, or try to make it to the car?

    Wind whipped up, riling my blond curls into wet knots. My jean jacket suddenly seemed to weigh ten pounds. A gust lifted the hem of my long pink skirt so high, I had to hold it down to keep it from blowing up around my waist. Regardless, the whole world could see my purple-and-black striped tights and purple clogs. Marilyn Monroe, drowned-rat edition.

    If anyone saw me looking like this, they’d snap a picture and post it like they had a thousand others, in the hopes that it would make me hang my head in shame or slit my wrists. The caption would probably read Witch Bitch. Or something like it. They never used my name anymore, because everyone knew it.

    I had a reputation at this school. I ate Black Magic Flakes with sour goat’s milk for breakfast. I summoned Lovecraftian god-monsters for fun on Saturday afternoons. I planned to make my senior prom dress out of spiderwebs and baby’s blood.

    Bullshit, of course. The truth was, I had power. I worked magic. I’d helped save the world.

    Screw school. Run for the car.

    I took off across the lawn. And made it five steps before the gold pendant around my neck began to burn hot. The pendant with my name in fancy script that stuck to the hollow of my throat. It burned because the protective spell within it had been triggered. There’d be an imprint in my skin later. It would say Stacy. Just in case I couldn’t remember my own name, ha ha. As if that would ever happen.

    What—or who—had triggered the spell?

    I skidded to a halt and braced myself. My belly clenched. I

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