The SECOND book of the award-winning series THE FATES: a saga of three mortal girls who also happen to be mythical goddesses... and the all-powerful directors of human destiny. The series alternates between their modern-day drama and their epic adventures across world history! ** SPOILERS ahead – please proceed only if you have read Book I ** Since coming down to earth, the Fates have changed. Their lives are twined with mortal threads upon the Loom. Clotho has felt love and loss; Lachesis has faced fears and found new hope; Atropos has been fighting darkness, in the world and in her soul. As primordial Chaos urges them, all three must fight on against the darkness in the heart of humankind, to strive to save their mother from impending doom. Thousands of years later, in 2015, three mortal girls are on the verge of fateful self-discovery. Cloe, Lacey, and Atria have all arrived in Greece, where they've crossed paths with one another—and with a mysterious grey-eyed woman whose presence in their lives may have awakened certain powers. Amidst heart-stopping love triangles and other twists and turns, the Fates will find that they have much to learn about their true identities, abilities, and interwoven destinies. ~~~~~~~~~~ Join the Fates and all their lovers, friends, and foes as they embark on the second installment of this star-crossed journey across space and time! Much luv as always to all my dear Fatefuls—and for any new folks out there, a warm welcome to the big, happy #Fateful family :D Note: Book I of The Fates is available at http://www.wattpad.com/story/14913477-the-fates-book-i-2014-watty-award-winner [PG-13 for adult language, non-graphic sexual content, mature themes]

Gentle ripples passed over her, a watery caress that contrasted with her growing unease. Blinking slowly, Eliza tried to make sense of her situation. She found herself submerged, an unexpected aquatic world unfolding around her. Panic crept in as her ankles remained bound, immobilized as if by an unseen force. An attempt to move her arms yielded no results - they were ensnared in an unyielding grip. Seaweed, sinuous and trailing, wrapped itself around her legs with an almost possessive hold. Every movement was thwarted by the constricting tendrils, her struggles mirrored by the rippling sea plants. An urgency to breathe set in, her chest tightening in a desperate plea for air. But the very element that should sustain her had become a stifling barrier. A strand of slimy seaweed clung to her lips, smothering her mouth and nose. It seemed as if the water itself had turned against her, a sinister transformation that threatened to consume her.