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352 pages, ebook
First published October 6, 2015





Penelope was born on a night with the stars twinkling within the cosmos,
and when she let out her first cry, the stars fell.
haunted by the life she took, the very same night she drew her first breath,
Penelope is what the people would call touched.
She has a power that is never before seen,
she is a celestine.
Being the fifth daughter of Magnus and Eva Roma,
She must hide her abilities at all cost.
Never has anyone heard of 5 touched daughters,
and so, Penelope sheds her identity everyday and becomes Penn- the baby 'brother' of the family.
"I became a ghost in my own body, hiding behind the boy I killed."
Penelope must never let her true identity out, even as her father goes missing...
Let the show begin.


Pockets of people all over the world were suddenly blessed or cursed with abilities that had never been seen outside children’s stories. The first gifted girl was born the day the Medusae disappeared. More followed, all girls. Always girls.
Fourth daughters were rare, but fifth were unheard of. If the Commission even suspected that I wasn’t a boy, it wouldn’t matter what my father offered them in exchange. They would stop turning a blind eye to our unnaturalness; all of his inventions combined weren’t worth the oddity of me.

I was the daughter of Magnus Roma. I was the fifth daughter of Magnus Roma. I was Celestine.
I spat on him. It was something Jermay had taught me, and a habit Evie had tried to break me of for years. Jermay had said that any boy worth his trousers could spit at least three feet straight out; Warden Arcineaux was a lot closer. “Penelope, no,” Birch whispered. Arcineaux wiped his face with his sleeve, then grabbed my hair, bending my neck backward.
Water and wine flew out, flooding over the sides of the table and staining the white cloth the color of blood. The tank cracked, but its walls were thick enough to hold.
The officials’ attention snapped back to me, their jaws tight and twitching as they leapt up.
“Must have been a really big bird,” I said.
If I’d had a glass in my hand, I would have tipped it at them, but I made do with tearing the leg off my dinner and taking a bite. “Not as fresh as what you catch on the run, but it’ll do.”
“Get her out of here,” Warden Nye ordered.
I was still chewing when Greyor hoisted me out of my seat.




