- Publisher: Korat Publishing
- Published: December 10, 2015
A daemon princess, super-tech & secrets that might get you killed?!
Geeky artist Patrick Connolly just woke in the last place he ever thought he’d find himself—in bed with his classmate Nualla. However, as the drunken haze starts to wear off, he soon learns she’s no longer his dream girl, she’s his wife!
But if he thinks his wildest dreams have just been granted, he’s dead wrong. Because one night with her might literally mean his death. You see, Nualla’s not just any girl, she’s a Kalodaemon princess. A secret race of gazelle-horned beings who’ve lived alongside us for thousands of years. Hidden just beyond the range of human perception. And Patrick’s troubles won’t stop there, because Nualla’s royal daemon family, tech-genius best friend, and their secret world will be coming along for the ride.
Patrick might have thought navigating the social circles of their elite San Francisco private school was hard enough. But if he isn’t careful, the intricate laws and perils of the Kalodaemon Empire might just get him killed.
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As we walked down the street to the 30/45 MUNI bus stop, I didn’t tell her that I had started to see around her illusion; that I didn’t need to squint quite as much to see what I wasn’t supposed to see. It was like, because I knew it was there, the illusion was having less and less effect on me. I probably should have told her, but I had other things on my mind; like how hilarious her expression was when the bus rolled up with people packed in like sardines.
The bus screeched to a stop and the doors popped open. Nualla looked back at me with a slightly terrified expression as I tried not to laugh.
“You kids getting on?” the bus driver asked in a less-than-thrilled voice.
“On,” I answered as I lightly pushed Nualla forward up the stairs. I tagged my Clipper Card twice and moved Nualla as far back into the bus as I could.
“Is it normally this crowded?” Nualla whispered into my ear.
“Naw, just right here. Most of the people will get off at Market Street,” I replied quietly.
We hit a bump and Nualla nearly toppled over. I reached out an arm and caught her. It wouldn’t do to have her get banged up her first time on public transit; she would never ride it again.
I held onto the pole and cradled her close to me; a protective hand around her waist. Nualla looked up at my scowl and burst into laughter; I couldn’t help but join her. It felt good to laugh; for all this stress to finally be over. I hadn’t realized how much it had been weighing on me until it was no longer there.
We passed the shop windows with their Valentine’s Day displays and she looked out at them like a child on an amusement park ride. Something about it all whizzing by just made it exciting—exhilarating.
We were nearing Market, so I tightened my hold on her waist. “Now don’t freak out, but when the bus makes this next S-curve it tends to lean—a lot. It looks like it will fall over but it never does, okay?”
“Okay,” she said as she smiled up at me but then her face fell; panic seizing hold of her.
“What? It’s not really that—” But I never got a chance to finish my sentence.
There was a concussion as something slammed into the side of the bus—something heavy. Glass rained over us like snow, blowing Nualla’s hair back into a swirling torrent of black. And then the bus started to fall over. Things and people and broken glass flew through the air as if there was no longer gravity to hold it down. I strained to hold onto Nualla with every ounce of my strength as the world tilted crazily, but my grip on her slipped. I could only watch helplessly as she fell; fell through a sea of shattered glass. The bus slammed to the ground violently, and I finally lost purchase on the pole.
This isn’t supposed to happen. Not today; not ever, was the last thing that went through my mind before I hit the side of the bus.
What’s going on with Patrick & what will happen next?!
Find out when secrets & super-tech collide in: The Marked Ones !