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eBook Category: Romance/Fantasy
eBook Description: Allyn Keely, Celtic artist and friend of Faerie finally finds a man she can love. But, she's older than he is and faces the insurmountable task of helping him realize his destiny in the Otherworld. Successful businessman Jaye Zeroun prides himself on his realistic, but lonely, view of life. Until Allyn knots her way around his heart and fills his life with a fantasy he refuses to believe. Then danger threatens their love, forcing him to either accept a deadly battle or lose the very things he never included in his life: a family and a love beyond his wildest imagining.

eBook Publisher: Wings ePress, Inc, Published: Wings ePress, 2001
Fictionwise Release Date: May 2004

12 Reader Ratings: Great Good OK Poor

Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [734 KB], eReader (PDB) [234 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [223 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [198 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [204 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [242 KB], hiebook (KML) [529 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [284 KB], iSilo (PDB) [184 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [229 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [266 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [301 KB]
Words: 68050
Reading time: 194-272 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format:  Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud DISABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED

With three chubby fingers on one hand stuffed into his mouth, the child pulled himself upright. Wadding a corner of the blanket he sat on in his other hand and holding it to his face, he looked around. Something was different here. The colors were not so bright. He sniffed tentatively. The air was dirty and his fingers slipped from his mouth when he coughed.

He coughed again, and shook his head. This was not his place. Mother and Da were not in sight. Rolling forward onto his hands and knees, he scooted to the edge of the blanket. Making sure he had a good grip on the plaid material, he crawled onto the soft grass surrounding him.

The trees to one side looked dark and scary. He crawled away from them slowly, the blanket dragging a soft trail of leaves behind him. Tears filled his dark eyes and rolled down his rosy cheeks.

Crawling until his knees were stained green and tiny sticks made dents and scrapes in his small palms, he searched for his parents.

Finally, giving voice to his tears, he howled as only a lost child can. Suddenly, there were people around him, lifting him, comforting and cuddling. They were not his Mother, not one was his Da, but he curled safely into their arms. The tears slowly subsided, his loud sobs muffled by the dirty fingers filling his mouth.

A woman in rough, scratchy clothing came, took the child and held him awkwardly. She carried him and set him inside a loud, smelly machine, wrenching his blanket from his tiny hand. He curled into a ball of frightened silence. Just once, he looked back over the shoulder of the rough woman as the machine rumbled around him. The trees faded into the distance. He was alone.