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Well, it’s been not to work while getting settled from the move. I’m anxious to get back to Legacy of the Stars, but time runs away when you’re decorating, having driveways poured, etc. and 1 book signing thrown for good measure. I had fun at Art on the Town in my hometown. sold some books, and met a lot of interesting and fun people.

Here is a little bit more of Legacy:

Prospector’s Rest, Six Months Earlier

The Meadow Valley High School was a stately structure resembling a classic English University, ivy crawling along the brick front and cement bay windows overlooking a parklike entryway. I often wondered how such a building had found its way to a small town in West Texas. The area wasn’t exactly known for its beauty and culture, but when Dad died, we’d left Idaho, returning to my mother’s hometown. I don’t think she even glanced over her shoulder as we passed over the Idaho state line. She did toot the car horn, but that was our way of marking progress wherever we went.

I awoke from the sudden flood of memories when another student bumped into me, spilling her books to the grass.

“Sorry!” Jane Perkins grimaced. “I wasn’t watching where I was going.”

I’d seen Jane around school. She was a pretty girl with long brown hair as straight as my own and eyes the color of a gray winter morning. She held my gaze for a long moment, then smiled before bending quickly to retrieve her books.

“Let me help.” I grabbed a volume from the grass and handed it to her.

“Thanks. Sorry again.” She turned to go, turned back. “Say, Asher, are you going to the Prom?”

“No plans yet,” I said.

Peter Fellows, a Senior this year, had asked Lily, and she’d accepted though he was a  year older and a grade ahead of her.

“If you don’t have a date—I don’t have one—I mean would you like to go together.” The invitation came out on a rush, and Jane’s high cheekbones pinkened. A lot of people in the area had Native American blood. Jane’s features, including her cheeks, wwereclassic.

“Sure.” I smiled, letting my hand come to rest on her elbow in an unassuming caress.

Her blush deepened, as appealing as her smile. “Great. I’m late for class.” She shoved a folded piece of paper into my hand. “Call me. I’ll call you back. We’ll plan for the Prom. There’s your sister.”

Jane pointed to a cluster of students milling around, waiting for the school bus.

“Talk later then.” I smiled, and Jane hesitated a minute, staring at me.

“Later.” She waved.

As I drew nearer where my sister stood, the conversation within her little group came clear.

“Have you seen the new Star Wars movie yet?” The boy fiddled with car keys on a long chain, regarding my sister with big brown cow eyes.

She shook her head. Her hair captured the afternoon sun in a copper halo. In fact, in her long white dress—why were pretty dresses called Sunday clothes?—she looked like a fiery-haired angel. This morning as we dressed for school, she’d cursed that she hadn’t had time to do the laundry and was going to be overdressed.

She’d been concerned about the other girl’s opinions. I’d laughed and said, ‘if you’ve got it, flaunt it.’ Now, that wisdom and witticism had come back to bite my butt.

The boy pointed at the thick novel she held, but his gaze never ventured from Lily. “Do you like fantasy books?”

“Yes.” She turned the book, enabling him to see the cover. “I particularly like this writer.  You might not. She puts a touch of romance in her fantasy novels.”

“Toni V. Sweeney,” he mused. “I read her Shadow Lord series. Totally awesome. Hey, Lily, no need to ride the school bus. I’ll be glad to drive you home. Mom let me use her car today.” He was a proud little peacock, spreading his tail feathers.

“I’d better catch the bus.” She shrugged. “Mother’s orders, you know.”

He chuckled. “I hear you. I’m always grounded because of my grades. I guess you study a lot. You can always answer the teacher’s questions.”

“I just like history. A lot of fantasy novels are based on true happenings.” She turned as her best friend joined them.

Julie was pretty, too, I supposed. She looked as if she might have a touch of Native American in her family pedigree. The boy seemed to consider her attractive. He stopped ogling Lily to glance at the new arrival.

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