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ISBN-10: 1491007664
ISBN-13: 9781491007662
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A fairy girl deals with friendships... Really, Dek? Like you so totally will not find my picture on page eighteen in Judy Allen's Fantasy Encyclopedia. I have my own style and it's definitely not fairytale-fairy," Layol said, shaking her head. * * * A sparkly reflection in the long mirror lining the back wall caught Dekram's attention. Hard to miss those bedazzled Cimmy Fhoo knockoffs. Even harder to miss the wiggling, heart-shaped, pink clad butt hanging over the window ledge. Dekram shot across the room, grabbed her friend's wings, and tugged. "Get back in here " "I'm tryin' " Dekram tugged harder. Layol yelped. "Go ahead pull my wings off, why don't cha. Not like I need 'em or anything."… "We were supposed to stay together." Dekram placed her feet on the wall below the sill for leverage, wings buzzing. "Crapolla, that hurts Stop pulling " "I think I'll leave you stuck right there. At least I'll know where you are," Dekram taunted. "Stinging makes you look ugly," Layol grunted, feet working like a balance weight as her arms reached for the snagged dress. * * * ...coming of age... Nesohc eyed the floor, foot nudging air. "Okay, so now you're laughing at me." "Am not." Dekram chuckled. "Are too " he hammered a whisper, head jerking toward the door and back. "You try making all the first moves. It's not easy being the guy. I haven't had a lot of-" Dekram grabbed Nesohc's face in two hands and laid her mouth against his. O' adolescent pubescent stupidity, what am I thinking? Dekram thought as they both fell back on her bed and Nesohc's tongue muscled her tight lips. (From Dekram's open bedroom window) "Oh heck no " Layol tried for an expressive whisper, but fell short and Nesohc and Dekram flummoxed a sitting position. "Tell me you were so not," Layol snapped her fingers, "laying on top of that boy," she snapped them again, "on your bed-(snap)-with your mom-(snap)-right downstairs." They stared at her, speechless. "I didn't think so. And I'm gonna so totally pretend I didn't see any tongue action, too." Layol strutted over to the bed, nostrils flared, wings lying flat against her back and nose sniffing the air. "Huh. I smell...peaches, and...got any more mints?" * * * ...and her race's expectations. There's something terribly wrong with the faelings in Wandermere. Nothing is what it appears to be. The elders are trying to save their race by using human enhancements. The children are paying the price. * * * "Holy, impin', wrath-of-Rumpelstilzchen." Layol's voice was breathy. "This is bad. Really bad," Nesohc mumbled. "Okay, so now I'm worried to the nth-degree," Layol said. "Don't panic Dekram is going to walk in any minute." "Ya think?" Layol's head jerked back to the auditorium doors.