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Hailee Hendrix

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Prologue

Let it be known to all subjects of the Kingdom of Holwood that with the triumphant conclusion of the Great War, our land stands victorious over the accursed race of the Mondi. By our virtues, their corruption has been purged, and the peace we...
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Chapter 1

Left jab. Right hook. Dodge. “I know your moves, Sinclair,” Tate taunts me with his chin tucked. He knows if any of my hits land, they’ll land hard, “I taught you them, darling,” he winks. Hours of dirt and sweat coat my brow and line every...
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Chapter 2

Rain patters the roof over my head, gnawing at my senses, pulling me to full consciousness in the early morning light. After hours of rolling over in bed, I give up. It’s nearly time for me to meet Tate and the others anyway. I pull the blankets...
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Chapter 3

Frosty air slices my lungs. I’d known it would be cold today, but I hadn’t expected it to be this cold. In the time I’d gotten dressed, the rain had turned into mist that faded away with the night. I pull my hood closer to my head, and my eyes...
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Chapter 4

I tug my cloak closer to myself as the mountain air settles into my bones and wish I hadn’t shoved my extra shirt so far down in my pack. The day had been warm but the closer we get to the mountains the quicker it fades. Gates of the outpost cast...
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Chapter 5

Carter is asleep in the twin bed next to mine. The slow rise and fall of her chest can be seen in the dim light that fills the round window of our room. Her hair floats around her head. Locks of gold and silver fall onto the pillow, and I fight...
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Chapter 6

Something creaks behind me, and I rub my eyes as I sit up in the lumpy bed. “Good morning,” I hear Tate whisper. In the dim morning light, I watch him run a strong hand through messy blond locks. He climbs out of bed and snatches his shirt from...
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Chapter 7

Idon leads us along dark alleys and cuts through the crumbling frames of old buildings, heading straight for the palace. He’ll know the fastest route there, and he doesn’t check his map once as he casually leaps over scattered stone and mounds of...
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Chapter 8

Michael and I walk in silence for over an hour on opposite sides of what used to be functional cobblestone streets. We peer in and out of fallen doorways, unsure what we might find. I come out of another empty ashen shop, where I imagined baked...
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Chapter 9

I think my eyes might pop out of my head. This cannot be happening. I glance over at Michael. In the moments between Vin stepping into the clearing and his fists turning into a giant ball of fire, he must’ve heard the commotion and dipped into a...
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Chapter 10

I watch them from a window seven streets away. Those foolish Legion soldiers. If I wanted to, I could set them all on fire from here. If I wanted to. But I’m not in the mood today. What had started off as a great day is now entirely ruined. I'd...
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Chapter One coming Sunday March 2nd!

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Hailee Hendrix

Hi, I'm Hailee. I think something inside of me always told me I'd write one day. I tried journals, blogs, and even videography once or twice, but the stories I wanted to capture wouldn't take form. I put away any ideas I had of being a writer for a long time.

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But that didn't mean I wasn't creating stories. For me, a story was hiding in everyday moments. I imagined fairies lived in my mom's strawberry bushes, and the willow where we built my childhood treehouse could talk to me when the wind blew just right. I played mermaids in the pool well into adulthood, and once when I was in the Philippines I was actually convinced I might be one swimming in a lagoon I couldn't believe was real. I knew if I lived in a world with dragons, mine would be blue and silver. When I lived in Macedonia I got to see old cathedrals and ruins from centuries ago and—well you get the picture. The whole world is a blank page for my creations and if that means my head is up in the clouds then so be it! I love the clouds! 

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Writing makes those dreams in the clouds real for me. Poems and short letters to nobody in particular stopped being enough, and I found I had to write something bigger. So finally, I have. I started with the classic troupe: a girl, she doesn't know how important she is, but the world is going to need her. 

 

At first it was awful, but then I kept going and 1,000 words came quickly. Then 8,000. Then I stopped. I had no idea where this story was going and it was growing and changing with every new chapter. Really amazing friends, life experiences, and lockdowns while living in Eastern Europe finally had me opening up that dreaded Google Drive again. So I hit 20,000 words, then 50,000. In 2022 I finished my ugly first draft around 80,000 words. 

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That was how it started, and to be here publishing my first novel on my own is incredibly humbling, frustrating, and exhilarating. If you're here to support me, thank you, thank you, THANK YOU! If you're here just to read something new in the fantasy genre, welcome! And thank you! 

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Every read, every review, every fan means the world to me. Enjoy the worlds I have been able to find the words to share, and stay tuned for the worlds yet to come. And remember, if you are looking for magic, keep your head in the clouds.

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Hailee :)

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