Sparks Saga #2
"Loving her was easier when I thought we were going to die."
With a new home on an island that prizes human sacrifice, Lark finds that reading minds is not enough. As he battles the tragedies that haunt him, his queen insists on the continuation of the violent practice, and he is powerless against her unrivaled Spark and uncompromising authority.
In order to stop her, Lark needs to learn the secrets of the spirits of the world. Only there isn't much time. War looms just over the horizon.
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"This story rocked me to the core. It is such a beautiful way to reveal magic and mystics while turning it into an amazing story. I really enjoyed following Lark and Avis on their journey to help Lark find his destiny. I look forward to finding out the rest of the story in the books to follow! Beautifully done, RS McCoy!" ~Twin Sisters Rockin' Reviews
"RS McCoy knows how to tell a story, to create a world that you happily get lost in. I found myself reading page after page of this book absolutely devouring it." ~Electively Paige
"Spirits pick up right where Spark leaves off. I would highly recommend this book to anyone who loves the paranormal genre and those who are looking to branch out from their usual genres. RS McCoy has an incredible imagination and I was immediately transported to a different time and place. It amazes me how an author could create such a vast world in their minds." ~Bookaholic And More Blog
"Words can not express how well written this book captivated me! After reading the first book I was excited to start reading Spirits. At first I thought this was going to be depressing considering the tone it took but, just as in Sparks, patience has it's rewards as the storyline unfolds. I felt a wealth of emotions throughout this story that held me captivated all the way to the end." ~Amazon Reader
"This is an exciting fantasy series that I am really enjoying reading. I love the range of emotions the author takes us through and the storyline is interesting enough that I didn't want to put this book down. I am definitely looking forward to reading the next book in this series." ~Kristen, Amazon Reader
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“We’re leaving,” he started.
I almost laughed for a moment when I realized I might not be the craziest one of us.
“You and Khea need some space. And you have work to do.” Avis referred to his belief that I, too, possessed all the abilities of the Majestic. Khea had been trained since her twelfth summer to manipulate the elements, to heal, and to read minds with more control than anyone ever before. Due to the undoubted Affinity which bonded our Sparks together and the child we would soon share, both Khea and Avis believed I only needed training to harbor the full range of a Majestic.
“I’m not going anywhere,” I said as I continued to make quick work of the juicy chicken leg.
“Yeah, I figured. But you have to. If you don’t go now, when will you?” His tone completely lacked the usual sarcasm and riddles. Instead, he spoke quietly and carefully, as if he worried he might set off my temper again.
By the turn of the next summer, Khea would have our child and then only death would take me from them. While I wouldn’t argue that I would likely never leave once our child was born, it didn’t mean there was any chance of me leaving beforehand either. I had messed up things with Khea so badly it would probably take years to undo—if it were possible at all.
“There’s nothing to work on and I’m not leaving,” I said with finality, aggravated we were having a discussion about it. I had already mastered more of my ability as a Reader than any other in generations before me, aside from Avis himself, and Khea of course. Apart from the night in Chimalma, there was little evidence I had more to my Spark than Reading and Tracking, and I did my best not to think about it.
“Get it through your head. Figure out how to do what she does, and you’ll never have to worry about her safety again.”
I had considered it already—of course I had. But if I was capable of so much power, so much control over the physical world, why had I only used it to kill rather than to save? Why had I destroyed Xiuhpilli’s champion instead of safeguarding the lives lost that night. I wasn’t afraid I was powerless, I was afraid of what I might do with that power.
Once the chicken was little more than a pile of clean bones, I moved on to the nutty, hard cheese. Still, I didn’t respond. I’d already said everything I had to say.
“This is going to get easier.” Avis spoke so quietly I had to concentrate to hear him. His tone reminded me he had endured enough hardships to fill a few lifetimes, contrary to his physical youth. He had been responsible, in his way, for the death of his family and the fall of his home country. If anyone had experience in dealing with trauma, it was certainly Avis. His honest admission gave me faint hope the darkness wouldn’t last forever.
A moment later, he rose and began to walk back through the dense growth, the motion stirring up more disappointment than I anticipated. I hadn’t apologized for attacking him, for pushing him away. Before I knew it, I had called out to him, “Avis?”
He looked back briefly. “I know,” came his simple response paired with his usual, sly smile. My thumb flew out to find the copper ring and soon found the smooth band still wrapped around my finger. Either Avis had learned to read through Khea’s charm, which I seriously doubted, or he knew me well enough to sense my thoughts without direct access. Along with his answer, it was enough to prompt a smile of my own as he turned back toward the palace doors.