Synopsis:
Getting the scoop might cost Kylie and her gargoyle companion their lives…
Dryads
are a reclusive, passive species—or they used to be. Overnight, the
peaceful woodland creatures have turned violent, attacking travelers
with crude weapons and whipping the trees of their grove into a
ferocious frenzy.
When
rumors of the dryads’ bizarre behavior reaches journalist Kylie
Grayson, she pounces on the story, determined to unearth the reason
behind the dryads’ hostile transformation. Accompanied by Quinn, her
young gargoyle friend, Kylie plunges into the heart of the malevolent
grove. But nothing she’s learned prepares her for the terrifying
conflict she uncovers…
USA Today bestselling
author Rebecca Chastain returns to the beloved world of the Gargoyle
Guardian Chronicles for a brand-new spellbinding adventure of elemental
magic and courageous gargoyles. If you love action-packed stories filled
with mythical creatures, brave heroines, and adorable sidekicks, you’ll
love Deadlines & Dryads.
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Rebecca Chastain’s Bio:
Rebecca Chastain is the USA Today
bestselling author of the Madison Fox urban fantasy series and the
Gargoyle Guardian Chronicles fantasy trilogy, among other works. Inside
her novels, you'll find spellbinding adventures packed with supernatural
creatures, thrilling action, heartwarming characters (human and
otherwise), and more than a little humor. Rebecca lives in Northern
California with her charming husband and three bossy cats.
You can find Rebecca online at:
Website: http://www.rebeccachastain.com
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Twitter: @Author_Rebecca or https://twitter.com/Author_Reb
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Excerpt
It had been a few years since I had
traveled this road, and I’d
forgotten how quickly the city disappeared. Dense woods and the rolling hills
blocked out Terra Haven’s skyline after the first two turns in the road. I
wanted to run, but since I didn’t know how far we had to go, I settled on a
brisk walk I could sustain for hours. Quinn half trotted at my side, moving
with the liquid grace of a big cat, his rock paws making less noise than my
boots. The midmorning sun slanted through the trees, heating the packed dirt
beneath my feet and warming my scalp. A silent wind stirred the branches of the
tall oaks on either side of the road, but not even a whisper of moving air
reached ground level, and I fanned the front of my shirt to cool myself.
We’d been walking twenty minutes before I
realized an unnatural silence cloaked the forest beneath the susurrus of the
wind through the oak canopies. No birds sang, no crickets chirped, no small
creatures stirred the underbrush or rustled through the dead leaves of the
forest floor. I slowed, quieting my footsteps and straining to listen for the
missing noises.
“What
is it?” Quinn asked.
“It’s
too quiet. I received a rumor scout before we met up, and the voice in it said
he’d been chased from the grove, but there’s nothing—”
A pair of coyotes burst from the bushes
ahead of us, lips snarled to reveal white canines, ears flat against their
skulls. I froze for half a heartbeat, then hunkered next to Quinn’s side, drawing a hasty
ward of air around us. The coyotes barely registered our presence, veering wide
to gallop around us down the opposite side of the road toward Terra Haven.
Quinn didn’t have time to do more than arch his wings before they raced out of
sight around the bend in the road.
“Since
when do coyotes use roads?” Quinn asked.
I rubbed my thumb against my tingling
fingertips. “Come
on; let’s find out what’s got them spoo—”
A huge buck crashed down the hill to our
right, his slender legs springing over smaller bushes. His antlers caught in a
low-hanging branch, and he ripped free with a snort, not slowing until he
stumbled onto the road. A trio of does bounded after him, their sweat-slicked
sides heaving. None gave us a second glance as they raced after the coyotes.
I spun to peer in the direction they’d come from, my
curiosity pounding in time with my racing heart. When nothing else emerged, I
cautiously dropped my ward.
“I
don’t think that’s a normal wind,” Quinn said, studying the foliage twisting
above us.
This early in spring, the leaves were
bright green and not yet fully developed, but they were large enough to catch
air currents and tug the branches. Only, no pattern connected the shifting
limbs of one tree and the next, almost as if—
“I
don’t think that’s the wind at all,” I whispered. The trees moved, but they did
so of their own volition.
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