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    The Seventh Sacrifice
    The Seventh Sacrifice
    The Seventh Sacrifice
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    The Seventh Sacrifice

    By Amy Richie

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    Zemenckia has always known that she was born to die. Not just to die though, to die as a sacrifice to save her people from the evil queen. It's what she was made for. Things take an unexpected turn though while she is being led to the sacrificial alter and now Zem has to ask herself questions she's never even considered before; like what if she was allowed to live. What can become of a life that was never supposed to be?

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAmy Richie
    Release dateJun 9, 2018
    ISBN9781386416050
    The Seventh Sacrifice
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    Amy Richie

    Amy Richie has lived in a small town her entire life. She lives with her three kids and their cats, George and Ellie. She began writing in high school but never took it seriously until a few years ago. She enjoys writing because it takes her out of her everyday life and gives life to the people in her head. “When I was little I wanted to be a mermaid, then when I was in high school I wanted to be a vampire; now as an adult I’m a writer, which is better because now I get to be both.”

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      The Seventh Sacrifice - Amy Richie

      Chapter One

      The only time it’s warm during this time of year is when the sun is highest up in the sky. It’s rays beat down upon the earth and warm everything it touches. When I was young, it made me sad to think of the sun making it’s last valiant bid to remain in charge. Today, I was glad it was putting up a fight.

      Zemenckia.

      I turned quickly at the sound of a deep voice, but his eyes darted away quickly before mine could make contact. Yes? My voice came out soft, carried to him in the gentle breeze.

      Your mother told me to send you home.

      Yeah, ok. I nodded my understanding.

      He nodded too, still not looking at me. I was used to it though. My father never looked at me.

      He walked away quickly, his brown long coat blending perfectly with the trees around him. In a surprising amount of time, he disappeared until only his hair was visible, and then even that disappeared. He didn’t turn around once.

      I relaxed completely against the ground, allowing my long body to meld into the hard ground. I never seemed to get as comfortable as the rest of my tribe, but I had stopped counting all of our differences long ago.

      My dad had traded a gnome for a bedroll a while back so I could quit complaining about not being able to sleep on the hard ground. I knew I embarrassed him.

      We’re wood faeries, Zemenckia, he had told me in his deep voice, his chin jutted out in pride that wasn’t his own, we’re one with the earth.

      But the ground makes my bones ache, I protested.

      He shot me one scathing look and then refused to look at me again. We didn’t tell anyone about the bedroll we kept hidden in the kitchen cupboard, but everyone still knew I was different.

      Maybe that was why they chose me as the seventh sacrifice.

      It wasn’t just my appearance that was different either, although that was enough to make them all stare and keep their distance. My hair was too straight. Why did it just lie flat against my head? And what were all the brown spots that fanned across my nose and cheeks? Surely it was a curse. I must have angered someone very badly to have my skin so blemished. And I was tall, way too tall. Why did I have to tower over everyone else? I was the same height as all the boys. It just wasn’t natural.

      Those weren’t the worst things though, they weren’t even the most noticeable. The worst part of me was my ears. Everyone else had ears that pointed beautifully through their gorgeous mess of curls; not me though. I had human ears. They were round, completely round. And my hair was just flat enough to show them off every time I wasn’t careful.

      There were other things too; that made me different. The animals ran from me, my eyes watered when I stood too long in the high weeds, the sticks made my bare feet bleed.

      I ran my finger over the top of the water, careful of the baby kelpies I had seen yesterday. Unlike the rest of my tribe, the kelpies seemed to take pleasure in biting my fingers.

      I wasn’t surprised at all that I was the sacrifice. Especially not when I made the list in my head. My father said that I was born to be the sacrifice, an easy decision for the tribe. Glad I could make things so easy.

      My tribe is one of seven that live just on the edge of the Seelie Court. There was once a time when the wood faeries were all one people that worked together to protect all the Forest of Faery. But, as it so often happens here, fights broke out among the fey and they split into two tribes. The Seelie and the Unseelie.

      There was only a small group left that refused

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