Portia by Christina Bauer
(Angelbound Offspring #2)
Published by: Ink Monster LLC
Publication date: October 27th 2015
Genres: Fantasy, Romance, Young Adult
(Angelbound Offspring #2)
Published by: Ink Monster LLC
Publication date: October 27th 2015
Genres: Fantasy, Romance, Young Adult
Synopsis:
Unlike her famous older brother Maxon, Princess Portia isn’t known for killing demons or attracting admirers. The reason why is simple: a spell was cast on Portia, and the magic has marked her to one day transform into a dreaded Void demon. To fight this horrible fate, Portia’s spent her life hiding in libraries and learning magic. But when the Void demons threaten to destroy all the after-realms—and the handsome dragon Emperor Tempest offers his help—then Portia suspects that her future holds more than just a demonic metamorphosis. Fate is calling the bookworm princess onto the battlefield, and it’s a fight against both deadly enemies and her heart’s desires.
May be read as a stand-alone.
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Without
thinking, I gesture to the man who’s standing right next to the boy, his arm
held high in the air.
“How
about your question, Sir?”
The
guy rises. “Roy Cotter, Purgatory Enquirer.”
At
these words, my heart sinks to my toes. This creep is one of those
reporter-stalkers who follow me around looking for tabloid headlines. They
always print the same stuff—how any second now, I’ll turn demonic, sprout six
arms, and kill everyone in sight. How could I have missed him? He’s tall and
bony and has a scorpion’s tail. Not easy to forget.
Roy
pulls a small white notebook from his pocket. “What demon will you turn into,
Princess?”
Gram
leans into the microphone. “The Princess won’t be answering that question.”
Roy’s
greasy face stretches into a grin. “Hiding something?”
Suddenly,
I’m sick to death of concealing everything that I am. The guy wants an answer?
He’ll get one.
I
set my hand on Gram’s shoulder, guiding her away from the mic. “No, I’ve got
it.” I scan the audience carefully before I answer. You could cut the air with
a knife, the anticipation in here is so heavy.
“What
demon will I turn into?” I ask. “The answer is, none. I’ve been studying magic
so that never happens.” I gesture to my eye. “This is a spell. Spells can be
broken.”
Roy
rocks on his heels in delight. He’s got me on the defensive and he loves it.
“Let me ask it another way, Princess. Most times, those marks are on your face
signify a certain type of demon. You know, marking what you’ll turn into one
day. Might be something harmless. Might not. None of us can read those marks on
your face. Surely, with all your research, you’ve run across the answer to this
question. Maybe you won’t turn into a demon, fine. But what are you Marked
for?”
What
a total set-up. If I tell the truth, I’ll be the laughingstock of the
after-realms. If I lie, I look like an expert who doesn’t really know anything.
No way am I answering.
“Come
on,” says Roy. “What will you ‘not’ turn into one day?” He makes little
quotation marks with his fingers when he says the word ‘not.’ A few muffled
laughs sound from the crowd.
My
torso tightens with frustration. I can’t believe this. I spend sleepless nights
wondering how long I have left before I turn into a demon. I’ve worked all my
life to break the spell that’s cursed me. I’m always the quiet one, the patient
one, and the calm one. I never get angry. But my tragedy is somehow funny to my
own so-called people? A new sensation boils through my bloodstream.
Rage.
Suddenly, there’s only one thing I can do here.
Let
loose on Roy.
“I’m
Marked for the Void.”
All
the oxygen seems to get sucked out of the room. Shocked faces stare at me from
every direction.
Christina graduated from Syracuse University's Newhouse School with BA's in English as well as Television, Radio, and Film Production. Her day job is in marketing for companies like Microsoft, Cisco, and Brainshark. Back in the go-go 90′s, she founded her own software start-up, Mindful Technologies. Christina believes that, upon close examination of Tolkien's text, it's entirely possible that the Balrog was wearing fuzzy bunny slippers.
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