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    Moon And Morning: Inklet, #87
    Moon And Morning: Inklet, #87
    Moon And Morning: Inklet, #87
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    Moon And Morning: Inklet, #87

    By Amy Laurens

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    Rory appreciates her big, sprawling family—and the beauty of twilight down at the lake—but sometimes she wishes she felt a little bit less like a freakish unicorn and a little bit more like she belonged.

    Then a strange (cute) boy trips over her as they wait for the fireworks to begin; but Rory knows how that story goes, and she has better things to do with her time. Especially when disaster strikes in the dark.

    Suddenly, the boy's motivations? Yeah, majorly, majorly questionable, threatening everything Rory holds dear.

    A richly imagined story for the postmodern reader who knows that teenage girls are as smart as they come, and family matters more than anything.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherInkprint Press
    Release dateAug 1, 2022
    ISBN9798201439071
    Moon And Morning: Inklet, #87
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    Amy Laurens

    AMY LAURENS is an Australian author of fantasy fiction for all ages. Her story Bones Of The Sea, about creepy carnivorous mist and bone curses, won the 2021 Aurealis Award for Best Fantasy Novella. Amy has also written the award-winning portal-fantasy Sanctuary series about Edge, a 13-year-old girl forced to move to a small country town because of witness protection (the first book is Where Shadows Rise), the humorous fantasy Kaditeos series, following newly graduated Evil Overlord Mercury as she attempts to acquire a castle, the young adult series Storm Foxes, about love and magic and family in small town Australia, and a whole host of non-fiction, both for writers AND for people who don’t live with constant voices in their heads. Other interesting details? Let’s see. Amy lives with her husband and two kids in suburban Canberra. She used to be a high-school English teacher, and she was once chewed on by a lion. (The two are unrelated. It was her right thumb.) Amy loves chocolate but her body despises it; she has a vegetable garden that mostly thrives on neglect; and owns enough books to be considered a library. Of course. Oh, and she also makes rather fancy cakes in her spare time. She’s on all the usual social media channels as @ByAmyLaurens, but you’ve got the best chance of actually getting a response on Instagram or the contact form on her website. <3

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      Moon And Morning - Amy Laurens

      Moon And Morning

      INKLET #87

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      AMY LAURENS

      www.InkprintPress.com

      MOON AND MORNING

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      It was nearly dark, that moment when the trees become nothing more than black silhouettes clawing at the orange western sky, all jag-fingered and blade-leafed, when the breeze drops to nothing as the world holds its breath, pausing to appreciate the beauty of the death of another day, the end of one day’s way of life.

      Around me, the crowd failed to notice. Oh, sure, a few people here and there pointed or gestured from their red tartan picnic rugs or shaded their eyes to watch from their navy blue blankets while they continued the conversation with the people around them; and a whole bunch of people had their phones out, snapping a few pics of the heavenly fire before swiping, cropping, colour-adjusting, filtering, and posting to their social media. The crowd saw the sunset, but they didn’t notice it.

      If they had, they’d have stopped with their breath similarly held as the world plunged into sleep.

      I stopped. I noticed. But then, it was kind of my self-appointed job to notice things like that.

      And, I don’t know, I was a morning person.

      I had nothing against night-owls—I was kind of jealous of them, to be honest, given as a teenager I was supposed to be one—but it seemed to me that people who were awake to see the very beginning of every new day, who were awake and about their lives while most of the world slumbered... We were used to seeing things that other people missed.

      And I was used to noticing things alone.

      I sighed, and contemplated writing that down; it would have made a good start to the next chapter of my story.

      Once, just once, I thought about how great it would be to not feel like such a freak (unicorn, sorry Dad) in my massive, noisy, sprawling extended family, who spread out now on the five, six, seven or so picnic mats around me anticipating both the annual fireworks, and a subsequent lunar eclipse.

      The last curve of sun disappeared behind the mountains, and a moment later the breeze returned, bringing with it the scent of plastic hotdogs and chemical popcorn and all that other standard outdoor sideshow fare, designed for optimal smell and minimum cost, about as real and edible as the notebook covering my crossed legs.

      Actually, I’d rather eat the notebook. Sure, the paper’s bleached, but at least there’s some non-digestible fibre there that’s bound to be good for something.

      Goosebumps prickled my skin and I rubbed them away, my calves first, then my forearms under the sleeves of my hoodie. It wasn’t cold, not this early in the year, but the breeze post-sunset was

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