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MUSE WARRIOR - Chapter 32

An imposing figure in a black robe stood with arms crossed in the Sibyl’s torch-lit cave. A hood obscured his face as he guarded her hourglass with its swift, constant stream of sand. Somewhere in the darkness were the sounds of clanking chains and scuffling feet.

In the very center of the temple, a glass jar hung from the high ceiling on a thick chain.

“It is time!” the Sibyl hissed…

MUSE WARRIOR - Chapter 21

Right before school let out, I stood beside my school locker, still shaking. I had five minutes to get to volleyball practice, but I felt paralyzed. The only thing I should have been worrying about was finding my brother, and even I knew it would be a longshot using coordinates scratched onto a leaf. But instead, I was wondering how to tell my dad I was the number one suspect for stealing an ancient artifact.

MUSE WARRIOR - Chapter 10

At lunchtime, I stumbled into the cafeteria, backpack hooked over one elbow. I felt a massive headache brewing at the front of my forehead from information overload. All those new names and faces, teachers, classrooms, languages… I needed a nap.

MUSE WARRIOR - Chapter 9

When I got to third period – art, thank god – the chalky fragrance of spilled paint and charcoals wrapped its arms around me like an old friend. My shoulders eased away from my neck as I settled into a seat at the back of the room, beside a paint-splotched counter littered with old brushes. Finally, something familiar…

MUSE WARRIOR - Chapter 8

Naples American High School was just a stack of three narrow hallways shaped like a horseshoe. Nearly impossible to get lost, Mr. Fazio, my counselor, said.

My homeroom class was a mini United Nations, about two dozen kids, half of them speaking languages other than English. Apart from saying “here” when Signora Garibaldi called roll, I didn’t talk much, just hunched down over my desk and doodled in Notebook 19, waiting for the bell to ring…

MUSE WARRIOR - Chapter 7

The rest of the summer was pretty uneventful. We took road trips up and down the coast, we set up a guest room for Grandma Cleo. We made lists of the best pizzerias and ate our weight in mozzarella di bufala. I started to understand why people love Italy…

MUSE WARRIOR - Chapter 6

I stared at the email from Grandma Cleo for a long time before answering. I zeroed in on a few things – “have you come across anything unusual… there may be strange things afoot” – but also noticed that I wasn’t frightened until the part where she said she didn’t mean to frighten me…

MUSE WARRIOR - Chapter 5

An electric eel of energy replaced the Record Keeper’s spine. It blazed through her body, gripping the nape of her neck, exactly where her violet hair grew.

She knew what it was. The time had come.

MUSE WARRIOR - Chapter 2

“A long, long time ago, the God of the sky and the Goddess of the earth had six daughters and six sons.” The story tripped off my tongue, and I could hear my grandmother’s voice in my head. I’d heard it so many times, each detail was as vivid to me as if I’d lived it myself…