The Unfinished Song: Initiate (Start at the Beginning of the Novel)   “Hunk” by Carnivora88 … secret societies. From the squeeze of costumed bodies, it looked as though every dancer in the Labyrinth was in attendance. All were masked. Many of the masks sprouted huge fans of woven cane, feather tufts, or carved wooden animal…

The Unfinished Song: Initiate (Start at the Beginning of the Novel) “My Secret Garden” by AlleyCatz   Dindi …see her play with the fae. The swarm of whirling faery dancers moved up the mountain, without ever missing a step. Dindi moved with them, keeping up easily with their improvised patterns of skips, turns, kicks and…

The Unfinished Song: Initiate (Start at the Beginning of the Novel) “Fine tunes of magic” by Maria van Bruggen Dindi … giggled. “She just can can’t express herself because she’s so overwhelmed with joy that with her chores out of the way she is now free to dance with us.” Dindi frowned. “Are you sick, Dindi?”…

  In the future, we will need to travel. We will need to fight. We will need to deliver food to the famished. We will need to go to other planets in tacky tourist shirts and take pictures with our embedded borg eyes. We will need to do all these important things in spaceships. And…

Marisa MacCallum always believed that the man of her dreams was out there somewhere. The problem is—he’s in another dimension. After the death of her father, eighteen-year-old Marisa’s life is on the verge of imploding. She seeks comfort on her daily ride through the woods of Gold Hill, but when a mysterious lightning storm strikes,…

The Unfinished Song: Initiate (Start at the Beginning of the Novel) “Purple Faery” by Arwen Robertson   Dindi … the laces to his legwals. While Dindi tried to guess what the fae was up to, the pixie untied two pairs of laces on either of Hadi’s legs, then retied the wrong strings together. Meanwhile, another…

The Unfinished Song: Initiate (Start at the Beginning of the Novel) “Contement – Siamese Kitten,” L.A. Berry   Dindi …formed a circle and shoved Dindi back and forth, finally pushing her into the dust. They laughed and flounced away. The dust tasted like dung. They were right. No one from Lost Swan Clan had ever…

Graceling by Kristin Cashore She caught the fall of every leaf in the garden, the rustle of every branch. And so she was astonished when a man stepped out of the darkness and grabbed her from behind. He wrapped his arm around her chest and held a knife to her throat. He started to speak,…