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Janalya is an air elemental, searching for others of her kind.
Katsuo is Shatara, a shape-shifting panther.
History decrees that they are enemies, but fate seems to be handing them different roles. What is Janalya’s true destiny, and is it more complex than even she knew?
About the author
Marie Godley resides in
Dorset with her family. Luckily enough to live
in a town with historical buildings to roam around, as well as having the sea
and the New Forest National Park nearby, she has plenty to do when taking a
break from writing.
She thought she’d made it across the fields undetected; the forest was so near she could smell the pine needles. Then she felt a prickling sensation down her left side, and the hairs on her head felt taut, as if each individual strand was standing up leaving room for ice-cold points of pain to dig into her scalp. She turned and there, running towards her with an effortless gait, even flat out, was a panther. Even from a distance she could see that his size was bigger than normal for a panther. His black fur was in sharp contrast to the stubbly yellow grass which he was ploughing through, and his penetrating eyes were fixed on her. Her flight-or-fight reflex cut in, but which was the best option? Looking at the speed of the panther, she knew she would never outrun him. She dropped her things and stood feet apart, ready to face him. She conjured up a ball of air and poised for attack, waited for him to get closer. Now he was near enough that she could see the golden colour of his eyes, but just as she prepared to defend herself the panther suddenly skidded to a halt in front of her. His huge paws dug into the ground sending loose soil and stones into the air. His eyes held hers, and they both stared at each other, long enough for all outside sound to be lost in the intensity of the moment. The panther looked her up and down, tilting his head to one side as he watched her.
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