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165 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 31, 2014



Le’ Nasir Caprion – The MC, he wants his wings but has failed each attempt thus far.
Sumas – The worst brother, he is insufferable. Sumas is a difficult brother to have. Sumas: “I don’t understand you. Have you no pride? No honor? How could you do this to our family?” He shook his head, his voice thick. “I'm so angry at you, I want to pound you into the dirt. You don't care about anyone but yourself."
Esta – Caprion’s little sister, she cares and worries for her brother.
Moss – A cheeky little girl found in a dark dungeon. She is strong, kind and helpful to her allies.
Elements introduced:
****I love stories with elements in it!
Harpy: Wind and light. Ex: Caprion
Unnamed: Shadow and fire. Ex: Moss
Summary:
Memorable Quotes:
“The way my family acts, you’d think I was a criminal or a drunk. Or worse, like I’m not even a Harpy anymore.” Pp. 30
“Let’s make a deal.” He knew it was a foolish thing to do – more than foolish – but the softness in his heart drove him to it. He couldn’t leave a small child in this place.
She remained silent. And in that silence, an entire conversation seemed to pass between them, conflicting tides of hope and distrust, doubt and despair. Forget about me, she seemed to say. I didn’t ask for your help, and I don’t expect it. I won’t break my word, he wanted to reply. I’ll prove it to you. My wings won’t change me. They’ll only make me stronger. pp. 66
Moss’s eyes flickered, looking up at him. She didn’t question what he meant. “Where shall I go?” she asked. “Hide and I will find you,” he whispered. Then he closed his eyes again, pretending to be asleep. He felt Moss relax against his shoulder, mimicking his position. He could feel her pulse quickening beneath his thumb on her wrist. pp. 69
“He hoped she could stay hidden until after he tracked down the demon. Once the island was safe, he would find a way to get Moss to the mainland, with or without wings. And if you fail? a niggling little voice asked. If the demon kills you? He glanced to the sky, to the One Star, begging for strength. If he died, he didn’t know what would happen to her—one more reason to stay alive.” pp. 71
He shook his head as he walked, a little unnerved by his new abilities. I’m too strong, he thought. By the One Star…why did you make me this way? Pp. 95
Against the far wall, a small figure lay curled on the ground. She looked…dead. His sucked in a sharp breath. In three strides, he crossed the room and knelt at Moss’s side. His hands hovered over her small body, shaking, unsure where to touch. Her hair was chopped jaggedly short. Her clothes were ripped, covered in dirt and grime. Her face was turned away from him, but he glimpsed a large bruise across one cheek, swelling her eye shut. He could see fresh blood staining the ground around her. It almost made him retch. Fury rose within him. Cold rage—he had to contain it. He needed to move her, but he didn’t know the extent of her wounds. He knelt next to her on the stone and turned her gently, searching for broken bones. Nothing obvious that he could see. Then he lifted her gently into his arms. Her body felt smaller and lighter than before, like a mangled bird. She winced and stiffened at his touch. He turned her in his arms, looking at the scrapes along her chin, her ravaged neck, the dried blood around the sunstone collar. Her left eye was swollen shut. A trickle of blood leaked down her chin from a cut on her parched lips. He knew what he had to do. With a simple thought, he summoned the magic of his wings, the power of Light. He gently touched the sunstone and spoke a single command: “Off.” The stone dimmed, losing its glow, then the collar abruptly snapped open. He eased it off of Moss’s neck and tossed it to one side. The skin beneath looked raw and bloody. Angry blisters circled her neck where the collar had rested. Moss stirred when the collar came off. Her slight movement made his heart leap. “Caprion?” Her words sounded painful, spoken through sandpaper. “I’m here,” he said quietly. Pp. 99
The urge to fight burned strong within him, but part of him felt keenly out of depth. A day ago, he had been an outcast, weaker than most in the city. Now he faced down the Matriarch, his wings spread behind him, barely able to control his own power. It almost made his head spin. I’m not a bully, he thought. I’m not a warrior. No, he was a fledgling confronted by more changes than he knew how to handle. He didn’t want to fight against his own people, but he needed to save Moss. Pp. 105
When this happened I wanted to be in that book, fighting alongside Caprion to protect young Moss!She was just a girl, the same age as his little sister, trapped in an evil world with no way out. How could he condemn her for that? pp. 108
He stared her down, hoping she saw his resolve. He meant his words. If anything happened to Moss, he would lose faith in his own people. The Harpies spoke of honor, the proud history of the First Race and their duty to the world. But when he looked to their actions, he didn’t see it. He didn’t see any of it. pp. 112
“Even stars must die.”
She gave him a wry half-smile. “I heard some of what the Matriarch said,” she said. “Old crone.” He grinned unexpectedly. “She is an old crone,” he agreed. “Set in her ways. And cunning. Dangerous.” pp. 116
Tonight was the last night he could just be Caprion. And it seemed strangely appropriate that he would share it with Moss—the one person who had seen him at his weakest, who had given him the courage to find his wings. pp. 118
Caprion is so lovely, I just think of the last scene in the book and sigh at the wonder of it. A harpy destined to be enemies with a child of the Unnamed, both taking refuge together in peace.





