Avenging Fate
Threads of the Moirae #2
by
Jennifer Derrick
Published
by: Clean Teen Publishing
Publication
date: September 12th 2016
Genres:
Mythology, Romance, Young Adult
BLURB
Still reeling after killing the
man she loved, Atropos turns her attention to the twin tasks of avenging his
death and freeing humanity from the deadly grip of the Keres. When she sets out
on a murderous mission to retrieve her shears, her only aide is her
temperamental ex-boyfriend, Ares. He is fickle at best, traitorous at worst,
and assistance from him may be worse than none at all.
Along the way, she allies with a
group of powerful supernaturals and learns that the crimes of the gods are more
twisted and far-reaching than she realized. What begins as a quest for
vengeance becomes a journey through betrayal, loss, love, and hope. It ignites
a war that will pit Atropos against the gods in a battle for the freedom of humanity.
Avenging Fate is the
second book in The Threads of Moirae Series by Jennifer Derrick.
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When we
reach Alex’s house, I’m not surprised to see that it’s been vandalized. With no
residents to defend it, it was easy pickings. The front door’s been kicked in
and the frame is splintered so it won’t close properly. A couple of the windows
are broken, too. Once we’re inside, I’m relieved to see that most of the damage
is limited to the kitchen. Whoever came here was looking for food and not much
else. The presence of a rotting, stinking corpse on the kitchen floor probably
made them hurry up and get out.
I leave Ares and Elaina to gather up any dog food and supplies
they can find as I make my way down the hall to Alex’s room. Stopping in the
doorframe, I grip it hard to keep myself upright. The memories and the grief
come fast and hard, threatening to overwhelm me. The hospital bed is still in
the room, as is most of the medical equipment that kept him alive those last
few days. No one’s made the bed, so the sheets are still rumpled from Alex’s
body.
The IV still hangs on the pole next to the bed, and the oxygen
tank is on the floor under the bed. The needle and tubing for the IV and the
cannula for the oxygen rest on the mattress where I dropped them the night I
took Alex away from here to die in peace. The book we were reading together
lies facedown on the mattress, open to the page where we left off. Everything
is frozen in time, except the most important part. Alex is gone and he isn’t
coming back.
Alex’s bookcases still droop alarmingly, although they aren’t as orderly
as they once were. It appears the looters rifled through them, probably looking
for stray cash tucked in the pages of the books. I force myself to cross the
room and scan the shelves for anything that might indicate where Emily has
gone. I also check the desk, but find nothing in either place.
I cross to the bed and can’t help myself. Picking up the pillow, I
hug it to my chest, burying my nose in it. I catch the last whiff of Alex’s
shampoo, the same fruity-spicy scent he always used. I’m aware this isn’t good
for me and it’s not helping us with our mission, so I reluctantly put it down.
But I can’t resist one other thing. Grabbing the book, I fold down the corner
of the page we were on and tuck it in my waistband next to the gun. It’s
sentimental and dumb, but I want to remember our reading time.
When I turn to leave, Ares is standing in the doorframe, watching
me with an expression that is both pitying and concerned. I can stand the
latter, but I don’t need his pity.
“Don’t say anything,” I warn as I push past him and head down the
hall toward Emily’s room.
“I just came to see if you’re okay. I figured this would be hard
for you.”
“Just getting up in the morning is hard for me, but I do it,” I
say. “I’ll be okay.”
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Author Info
Jennifer is a freelance writer
and novelist. As a freelancer, she writes everything from technical manuals to
articles on personal finance and European-style board games. Her interest in
storytelling began when she was six and her parents gave her a typewriter for
Christmas and agreed to pay her $.01 per page for any stories she churned out.
Such a loose payment system naturally led to a lot of story padding. Broken
Fate, her first novel, earned her $2.80 from her parents.
Jennifer lives in North Carolina
and, when not writing, can often be found reading, trawling the shelves at the
library, playing board games, watching sports, camping, running marathons, and
playing with her dog. You can visit her at her official
website:www.JenniferDerrick.com.
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