Zadie Stonebrook’s New Year’s Resolutions

Making a New Year’s resolution means I want to change something about myself. But I’ve discovered so many new things about myself recently, I need to wrap my head around it all before I can come up with something logical. Before I found out what I really am and what I am capable of, there might have been only a couple things I’d resolve to do. Like pass the tenth grade. And get Gavin to look at me. Now my eyes have been opened to a whole new level of priorities.

One resolution does come to mind: Find out what’s wrong with my sister. She’s been acting so eerily strange lately, sometimes I don’t even know if it’s really her behind those vacant eyes. And that brings me to another resolution: Master my powers so I can protect Mara—and myself, since ending up dead isn’t anywhere on my to-do list.

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Coming May 29th
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Resolutions of a Descendant

A year ago, my New Year’s Resolutions would have been simple—get through each day without losing my mind, go for a GED to avoid school, save enough money to run away from home by the end of the school year… But now? Getting a high school diploma means nothing to me.

I haven’t seen a TV or calendar in months. No computers or phones. No grocery stores. I consider my resolutions from the mountaintop I’ve claimed as my own. I can see most of island from up here, yet there are no signs of civilization. Dorian’s lake is silent, mourning the loss of another villager.

I close my eyes and wish a lot of things, because I can never go back to the real world. But I’ll do my best to trust the people who say they can teach me. I’ll keep the faith that my falcon is still alive. I will try to be more open-minded about this dragon stuff. But mostly, I will learn how not to kill people by accident.

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DESCENDANT 

For 15 years, Tristan has done everything he can to bury the maddening thoughts of others—blaring music, isolation, the occasional painkiller. In the end, it was a small thing that pushed him over the edge—his mother hocked his iPod for a carton of cigarettes. 

His suicide attempt would have succeeded if not for an old woman who claims dragon ancestry makes him the rightful guardian of a powerful emerald containing the soul of a Valkyrie. With the emerald stolen and the woman murdered, Tristan must survive on his own in a world he never knew existed to get the emerald back.

Shadowed by a secret society and guided by an avatar falcon, Tristan’s escape from the murderer lands him on an uncharted island in the Pacific. When the murderer kidnaps the island’s caretaker, a feisty young Druid priestess, Tristan discovers he’ll risk anything to save her, unleashing powers he can’t control. He never imagined what a dragon birthright would mean, or the price it would cost to use it.

 
Coming in November of 2013 by Pugalicious Press

Ariadne Whitney’s New Year’s Resolution

In the vein of these God-awful lessons on etiquette and gentility, Emily (my father’s wife – whom I find difficult to call stepmother, given she’s barely a handful of years my senior), has asked me to establish resolutions for the new year. She suggests resolutions are made upon becoming a better person, with a stronger moral compass. Which, of course, means she believes I need to be both a better person and possess a stronger moral compass.

Should you ask Emily, I am resolved to flirt with the line of ruination for all of us. But she doesn’t understand. My reputation is of no consequence if its loss means finding my father. And I will find him.  I do not care what they think of me, no matter how Emily chastens my behavior, no matter how the “gentle” London society may gossip about my forwardness and twitter about me behind their fans. I have no desire to remain in London anyway. I am resolved to live in their world, God help me, until I find my answers. (And I must make a note: With these parties until all hours, it is no wonder high society is considered gentle – they wouldn’t amount to a hill of beans should they be required to work for a living.) How I miss the dust and dirt. My boots.My freedom.

How I miss my father.

If I don’t find him, I—well. That is not an option. It can’t be. For without the man who raised me and placed the world at my feet, I have nothing.

So yes, I am most certainly resolved, my dear Emily. Nothing will stand in my way.

~ Ariadne Whitney (And you may call me Aria)