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    Teagan of Tomorrow: The Legend of Rhyme Series (Volume 1, Book 3)
    Teagan of Tomorrow: The Legend of Rhyme Series (Volume 1, Book 3)
    Teagan of Tomorrow: The Legend of Rhyme Series (Volume 1, Book 3)
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    Teagan of Tomorrow: The Legend of Rhyme Series (Volume 1, Book 3)

    By Jaime Lee Mann

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    The powerful sorcerer Asgall has been banished from the magic realm of Coraira, but not before throwing twins Asher and Ariana Caine into the future. In a place and time without magic, the two are on their own, unable to use their powers to get back home. 

    Meanwhile, a new darkness has entered Coraira, threatening all of the world&r

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherBlue Moon Publishers
    Release dateDec 12, 2015
    ISBN9780994732132
    Teagan of Tomorrow: The Legend of Rhyme Series (Volume 1, Book 3)
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    Jaime Lee Mann

    When Jaime Lee Mann turned nine, she decided she would be an author when she grew up. Many years later, Jaime's children begged her to tell them stories at bedtime. The girls loved one of her magical stories so much that Jaime decided to write it down, and it become Elora of Stone, the first novel in the Legend of Rhyme series. Jaime lives in Prince Edward Island with her husband and daughters. She writes every day and will do so as long as people love to read her words.

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      Teagan of Tomorrow - Jaime Lee Mann

      PROLOGUE

      TEAGAN SITS cross-legged on her threadbare pink bedspread, trying to get comfortable on the lumpy old mattress.

      She adjusts her earbuds and turns up the volume on her music player to drown out the sound of the baby wailing and her foster mother yelling.

      Seriously, she thinks, that baby will never stop crying as long as she keeps yelling at the other kids like that.

      Her notebook lays open on her lap. After searching for more than an hour for her charcoals, she’d decided to use a regular pencil to sketch the old graveyard in the woods. She frowns at the image appearing on the paper and tosses the pencil aside.

      I saved up forever for those charcoals and one of those brats just took them! It’s so not fair.

      Teagan picks up the pencil and stares at the little red roses on the ragged wallpaper as she writes across the picture she’s working on:

      I don’t know how much longer I can stay in this house.

      The pencil burns in her hand.

      Woah! she cries, dropping it on the bed and examining her fingers. They’re not burnt, but a puff of smoke rises from both the pencil and the paper.

      She closes her eyes and shakes her head. You’re imagining things, Teagan.

      She opens her eyes and sees the smoke is gone. Frowning at the drawing, Teagan rips the page from her notebook and crumples it up, tossing it on the floor.

      She looks up to see Joan standing in the doorway holding a naked baby in one arm while trying to shake a toddler off her leg. You, she yells, get those things out of your ears right now.

      Teagan pulls out her earbuds and closes her note pad. What is it? she asks.

      Quit your doodling and help me with these animals. The baby needs a bottle. The laundry isn’t going to do itself, and I need you to run to the store for milk. She throws a ten dollar bill at Teagan. You’re all eating me out of house and home! You’re almost thirteen years old, Miss Rogers. You’ve been here for a year, and you have to start pulling your weight or I’m going to have to send you back. Then imagine where you might end up.

      It couldn’t be any worse than living here, is what Teagan wants to say. But instead, she just nods as Joan storms down the hall. Pulling a black hoodie over her head, she stuffs the money in the pocket of her jeans and shoves her notebook inside her backpack before slinging it over her shoulder.

      Downstairs, Joan’s husband snores on the couch. A tall glass bottle sits on the drab, grey carpet beneath him. Joan shakes him with her foot, still balancing the baby. Your boss called. It’s almost three o’clock. You’ve been fired again. How many times has that been this year? Get up!

      Joan rushes off to answer the phone, shouting, I swear, if I don’t soon get a minute of peace… The sleeping man mumbles something and continues to snore.

      The TV blares, carrying the high-pitched voice of a fuzzy red monster throughout the house.

      Teagan glares at the TV screen that’s entertaining her three-year-old foster brother, Teddy. I hate that stupid red monster!

      Click.

      The television switches itself off. Teddy starts to scream.

      What the heck?

      Teagan looks to see if her foster brother has accidentally stepped on the remote, but it’s nowhere in sight.

      That’s weird.

      Teddy yells at the television, COME BACK, MONSTER!

      Teagan walks over to the TV and switches it back on. The child stops screaming and stands, transfixed by the image on the screen.

      When she reaches the kitchen, Teagan opens the fridge. There’s nothing inside but a near-empty carton of milk, a stick of butter, a few carrots, and a bottle of mustard. She closes the fridge and adjusts her backpack. Stacks of dirty dishes fill the sink, and pots and spoons are still scattered across the counter from lunch. Orange trails of canned soup form crusts on the scratched stovetop.

      Teagan trips over an old, grey tabby cat as she makes her way to the door. Sorry, Mooch! He looks up at her, annoyed, but with no intentions of moving.

      Where’s that older one? Teagan hears Joan scream above the volume of the television. She should be helping me.

      Why can’t she remember my name?

      Didn’t you tell her to go get milk? one of Teagan’s four foster siblings reminds the woman.

      I wish I had a family.

      Teagan reaches for the door handle, but before she touches it, the glass door swings open.

      Perplexed, Teagan walks outside. The door remains open, as though someone were holding it for her. As she steps off the doorstep to the stone walkway, she turns back to look at the open door. Mooch licks his paws and stares at her while Joan screams at the kids to be quiet.

      She’s so awful to them!

      SLAM!

      The door dramatically swings shut.

      What is happening to me? Teagan wonders, picking up her skateboard from behind the doorstep.

      As she walks away, she doesn’t notice that the streak of white hair in her dark brown ponytail is softly glowing.

      PART ONE

      CHAPTER ONE - THE GARDEN

      I T’S LIKE she doesn’t even see us! A mischievous grin crosses Fidget’s freckled face as she giggles to her companion, Wink.

      The woodland pixies tug back and forth on the black edges of an old woman’s shadow. Novah, the shadow’s owner, kneels over the garden, one hand in the dirt, the other holding a red-handled spade. The sun is setting behind her, and though she is almost perfectly still, her shadow dances a jig under the direction of Fidget and Wink. They grow bolder in their movements as they wait for Novah to look up.

      But Novah remains focused on her work. Her grey hair is tied in a messy knot on the back of her head. Her unwrinkled brow is furrowed, and her lips are pressed together. Dirt smudges her cheeks. Every so often, she stops digging, sits back on her heels, and reaches into her pocket for another seed. She rubs the seed between her fingers, smells it, and studies it under the sunlight.

      Whaddaya think she’s lookin’ for when she does that, Wink? Fidget ponders out loud. Wink shrugs, and the pixies watch Novah place an ordinary-looking seed two inches above the earth. When she takes her hand away, the seed remains suspended in the air until Novah leans back, closes her eyes, and points her fingers at it. Then the seed turns into a ball of light and shoots into the damp brown earth. A green tendril springs up from the ground behind it.

      I should see if she can do that to you! Wink teases. Fidget sticks out her tongue in response.

      Sibley and Cinnamon are coming! Wink whispers loudly. Fidget puts her tongue back in her mouth and whispers, Hide! The pixies slide their little bodies beneath Novah’s shadow so they can listen to what the fairies have come to say.

      Sibley, her blue hair pulled into a ponytail, is hovering in front of Novah’s face with her iridescent wings twinkling behind her. Novah, Sibley asks, has Larque returned yet with Gwendolyn and Lochlan?

      Novah sets down her garden spade and looks up from her work. They are all inside. Lochlan and Gwendolyn are in shock. I wasn’t able to calm them. Larque is using magic to help them get some rest. What happened? I wasn’t able to get any information. Larque gave me these to plant and said he would tell me the story later. She places a hand over her apron pocket.

      What are those, Novah? Cinnamon asks.

      Perhaps we should tell Novah what happened first; she is clearly quite concerned, Sibley offers.

      It’s all right, Novah says. Her kind brown eyes smile, but worry is written over her face. You should both know about these, anyway. These are seeds from Coraira, and they are only to be planted in the most dire of circumstances, when there is a threat over the magic realm. I know something has happened, but I do not know what it is.

      Sibley flies down to study the seed in Novah’s hand. "It looks like an ordinary

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