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Happy Birthday Gin!

If I were to describe Alice’s style as 2000s goth, then Gin’s would be emo-punk. It’s almost as if their fashion choices reflect their wishes; Alice wishes she that she didn’t care or worry as much, while Gin wishes she were more rebellious. We’ll watch both Valentine girls mature in Taurus, as the book focuses on their court.

Who’s Who: Zahra of the Amazon Prowl

Even though her father expects Zahra to follow in his footsteps and join L.O.R.E., she actually wants to go to a prestigious university and play football. She has been scouted by several colleges, but her sights are set on Brigham Young.

Happy Birthday Chloe!

Chloe loves group activities. She helps Isaac organize game night, attends every McKnight concert, and finds herself right at home among a herd of deer or an assortment of birds. Though quiet whenever she focuses on her ability, Chloe is very extroverted. She’s been doing her best to rub her outgoing nature off on Gin and Zoey, her two favorite girls in the world. She hasn’t realized yet that Zoey is jealous of all the time Chloe spends with the psychic.

Happy Birthday Aria!

The big sister that everyone wants. Sweet, kind-hearted, positive, open-minded, talented, intelligent, and beautiful. Her only downfall is that she can be a bit spacey–otherwise, she always has her friends’ backs.

Happy Birthday Kaylee!

Kaylee was moved to six different homes over the next decade before she finally settled onto a farm with the warm and welcoming embrace of an elderly couple. The were patient with her, coaxed her out of her shell and cared for her as if she were their own daughter. Over time, the teenager even began speaking to them, though she still remained quiet whenever scouts came around to trade food for goods. Shortly before her nineteenth birthday, Kaylee met Aria.

Reflections, part 2

“What’s the matter?” asked Mercedes, Rocío’s mom. Her hair was dyed black, but her roots were flaxen blonde. She was already seated at the kitchen table by the time I trudged out of the bedroom. “You look tired. Didn’t you get any sleep?”

I shrugged as I entered the kitchen. “I’ve just been having weird dreams.”

“She tosses and turns and mumbles in her sleep every night, Ma,” Rocío revealed, throwing me under the bus. I threw her a scowl, which she ignored.

Reflections, part 1

It was square, with no partitions or bracings. The window hovered ahead without the help of a wall, and a dim light spilled through the glass, a dusty bone-white glow that fell off the bottom of the window like a waterfall at the edge of the world. I had expected the light to stretch on for eternity, but the emptiness swallowed the rays. Captured them.

Snuffed them out.