Evin by A.S. Crowder
Eva has never seen the Forest of Evin, but her fate and the fate of the Forest may be intertwined. Sinister forces seek to pull the Forest apart, and Eva may be the only one who can save it. Eva must travel between worlds to keep the Forest together—but the Forest of Evin thrums with power and the force tearing it apart may not be the only danger.
A.S. Crowder has been writing stories ever since she first learned how to write. She’s got about a million stories left to tell; hopefully she’ll finish one or two of them. When she’s not writing, she teaches sociology at local universities. A.S. Crowder lives in the Deep South with her husband and her cats. She probably watches too much tv.
The terror that had been screaming through her body began to dissipate. Warmth flooded towards her fingertips and a strange calm filled her. Brushing aside the arm that Ge had flung out in front of her when he’d finally managed to find his feet, she took a step towards the shadow.
It paused in its approach, as if unsure what to do with a target that did not cower from it. The hesitation was brief, and the shadow shot itself towards Eva, weapon raised and letting out a raspy shriek. Eva made no move to dodge, in spite of Ge next to her screaming for her to move.
The spear of a hand was poised to bury itself in her chest, but it stopped short as suddenly as if it had crashed against a wall. If the creature had discernible features, Eva was sure they would have been molded into a mask of confusion. It tried again and again to force its razor-sharp hand through to her chest, and each time and invisible force stopped it. The creature’s fury increased after each failed attempt, its shrieking cry rising in desperation.
Eva was unmoved by the creature’s cries. Her newfound serenity was unshakeable. She felt strong. The creature’s face turned from her to its hand and back to her again, trying to piece together what had gone wrong.
As the shadow stared at her, it began to lighten—inky black faded to charcoal and then to heather grey. A sound almost like a groan issued from the creature as it staggered back, beams of lilac light poking their way through its fading form and widening until they left nothing of the shadow behind.
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