Inherit is LIVE! IT'S ALIVE!! AHHHH!!
I will be offline for a few days coming up, but before I unplug myself from my computer completely...
I will leave you with a little excerpt here, just in case you want a feel for what it's all about! I'll also tell you Happy Fourth of July, encourage you to wear sunscreen and play safe, and send you my lovingest author vibes until I can plug back in ;)!!
INHERIT WENT LIVE!!
I will leave you with a little excerpt here, just in case you want a feel for what it's all about! I'll also tell you Happy Fourth of July, encourage you to wear sunscreen and play safe, and send you my lovingest author vibes until I can plug back in ;)!!
“No one can do that shield, Wren,” he interrupts, taking a
break from his head-banging to look at me like I just crawled out from under a
microscope. “You’re not a failure because you can’t master it. You’re amazing
because you can even grasp it.”
“How do you know?” I demand.
“I live with some of the most powerful shieldmaidens in the
world. They talk shop. Incessantly,” he sighs. “Magda thought you two would
still be perfecting boble this week.”
My laugh borders on giddy. I have officially entered the
Twilight Zone, where I’m some kind of super sheildmaiden with all kinds of
power, instead of the lowly disappointment my mother kept insisting I was all
during training. “Jonas, that shield took me less than a day. It’s ridiculously
easy.”
“Show me?” His request is half dare, half order.
My back goes up and I turn to him, one eyebrow cocked in
acceptance of his throw-down. “You don’t think I can do it?”
“I’m actually really scared that you can.” He mutters
something I don’t quite catch, but it sounds like, “I knew you were trouble.”
The thing about boble
is that you’re not really using the shield as a weapon or an offensive tool
unless you want to hurl it, and there’s not enough distance for that in the
car. Plus, it would be like getting shot with a frozen paintball close range.
Not fun. Primarily, it’s supposed to insulate, so you can do other things;
argue, confide, warn, kiss. Focus, I tell myself. You have to create a
thick, impenetrable, undetectable wall and hold it without thinking.
I start by focusing the energy that’s cradled in my center,
my diaphragm. I visualize the ball of tightly locked white and blue light and
let it bob there for a minute. When I have a good hold on it, I put my hands
out, palms up, draw the light down my arms, and wait for my palms to get warm.
Once there’s enough heat, I flick my wrists and pop the light in a shield that,
at first, fills the entire cab. But holding a larger boble is hard, so I constrict it until it falls around Jonas and me
without any extra room.
The outside world swishes away, all the noise of the highway
at night disappears, and the space I’ve created nestles us, warm and secure as
an underground den. Just like it did that day with Sakura, but without the
creepy cousin factor.
Jonas tilts his head back and reaches his fingertips out. He
presses against the sides and the boble
ripples softly before it returns to its semi-solid Jell-o form.
“This is amazing.” He looks at me like he’s never seen me
before in his life.
I want his eyes locked on me like this all the time. Being
the target of his focus is like sucking helium from a birthday balloon or
shooting down a treacherously icy hill on a waxed sled. “Sakura could do it and
she’s not even a shieldmaiden.”
He shakes his head, dismissing my cousin quickly. “But she’s
a witch. She probably used a draw.”
“A draw?” I remember her saying something about that, but my
fury was at too high a pitch to really pay any attention. I’m irritated that
there’s yet another thing I know nothing at all about. But, as frustrating as
it is that everyone in my life has more information than me, at least Jonas
shares what he knows.
His fingertips strum the side of my boble and it ripples in waves of iridescent rainbow colors. My skin
longs for the same treatment from his fingertips. Something about arguing with
my mother and sneaking out makes me feel like doing all kinds of other bad
things, and Jonas is number one on my list. He breaks my deviant daydreams with
his next words. “A spell where she draws some of your latent power and uses it
for her own.”
By far the creepiest thing about finding out I have these
powers has been Sakura’s sneaking around in my life; my head, my friends, my
house, my powers, my fox; she’s trampled on it all and I feel like the victim
of the most massive kind of identity theft. “So everything I learn is just
going to make her stronger when she steals it?”
“No. Now that you know how to control it, you’ll own
everything you do.” He grabs my hands and squeezes them tight, and a tingle
runs from my fingers through my entire body. “Don’t worry. You’re much stronger
than she is. You have so much talent. She’s going to wish she never messed with
you.”
I contract the boble
slightly, and slide my cheek past his, wrap my arms around his chest and hold
him tight, my arms tucked under the sides of his jacket. I hug him tighter than
I’ve been able to hug Bestemor, tighter than I’ve wanted to hold my mother,
tighter than I’ve been willing to hug Vee since I started to loosen my hold on
her to make room for Zivalus. I fist my hands into his shirt like I’m lost at
sea and he’s the driftwood that’s keeping me afloat.
Just when I’m about to sink right into him, Jonas raises one
hand and presses firmly on the walls of the boble,
gently bursting the aura of romance I worked so hard to blanket us in. The rush
of noise and cool air shocks me enough that I break my hold. I make a valiant
attempt not to actually glow with the red-hot embarrassment that rages through
me.
“Sushi?” He vice-grips the steering wheel and stares straight
ahead.
I brush my hair back with my fingers and paste on a big,
phony smile. “Let’s do it.” I muster as much courage I can. I’m in the mood for
comfort and maybe romance, and I can’t imagine getting either one of those
things with raw fish.