(Posting to RoyalRoad) Iona of Tamaris is a half-elf caught between worlds. Born a bastard child with the curse of an ancient magic, she has always lived a life with secrets weighing her heart down like a stone. The price of discovery? Death. When two unwelcome visitors arrive in Yssa's royal court, however, her life is changed forever. The answer to all of her problems, it seems, lie in Zaeylael, the City of Splinters. But danger lurks around every corner even in a place where mages can walk freely under the sun and too many smiles are only masks hiding wicked plots. **Contains spoilers for The Lady Penitent and The Desolate Throne**

The Story Girl is a 1911 novel by Canadian author L. M. Montgomery. It narrates the adventures of a group of young cousins and their friends who live in a rural community on Prince Edward Island, Canada. The book is narrated by Beverley, who together with his brother Felix, has come to live with his Aunt Janet and Uncle Alec King on their farm while their father travels for business. They spend their leisure time with their cousins Dan, Felicity and Cecily King, hired boy Peter Craig, neighbor Sara Ray and another cousin, Sara Stanley. The latter is the Story Girl of the title, and she entertains the group with fascinating tales including various events in the King family history. The book is actually two stories; those of Beverley King and his friends, and the tales told by the Story Girl.

[COMPLETED - 2012] When Grace Everly goes to the whole summer-length camp, Jedson, things turn out crazier than she expected. She makes some new friends, she makes some enemies, she meets some boys, and what happens when a bomb is dropped on her about her family right in the middle of the camp? This has all the makings of a very dramatic summer.

I don't know what I'm fighting for. I just know I am. The sense that drove me here is baffling. I felt it. It's an unexplainable urgency in my very bones. Now it's almost non-existent. We don't believe in magic , or so he assumes.But the world is changing, and so did I.I know nothing beyond some vague details about where I'm going to . I'm about to tread an unknown path. But I don't feel the slightest bit of nervousness . Only an excitement that rattles my inner core . This is what I was born to do. I'm ready. With all the bravado I could muster during this journey, I step down ,walk ahead and don't look back.