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Back Maya and the Lord of Shadows
Chapters (34)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. One
  4. Two
  5. Three
  6. Four
  7. Five
  8. Six
  9. Seven
  10. Eight
  11. Nine
  12. Ten
  13. Eleven
  14. Twelve
  15. Thirteen
  16. Fourteen
  17. Fifteen
  18. Sixteen
  19. Seventeen
  20. Eighteen
  21. Nineteen
  22. Twenty
  23. Twenty-One
  24. Twenty-Two
  25. Twenty-Three
  26. Twenty-Four
  27. Twenty-Five
  28. Twenty-Six
  29. Twenty-Seven
  30. Twenty-Eight
  31. Twenty-Nine
  32. Acknowledgments
  33. About the Author
  34. About the Publisher

“I’m good with my fake wings,” I said. The harness fluttered excitedly against my back, and the wings lurched forward to pat me on top of my head. I guess we were on good terms again. “Stop messing around. We’ve got a tear to close.” I landed on the ground, and the harness turned back into a staff.

Zeran wrinkled his nose. “I don’t like this.”

“Well, we are in the middle of a garbage dump, but you’re right . . . something’s off,” I said as we picked our way through the towering piles of what had to be the worst-smelling trash on earth. I had to breathe through my mouth not to gag, but that barely helped.

“What I don’t get is how the Lord of Shadows is still able to tear the veil if he’s not using my power to do it.” Eleni hovered next to me, her wings propelling her forward. “There’s no way you could’ve damaged the veil that much.”

“Me?” I huffed. “As I recall, the Lord of Shadows used that power-stealing coffin—”

“You mean the amplifier,” Zeran interrupted.

“He used the amplifier to steal both of our powers to burn the veil,” I finished.

“True, but had you never come to the Dark, he wouldn’t have been able to do so much damage,” Eleni said calmly in her sweet voice.

“If I hadn’t come, you’d be asleep for another thousand years inside of that coffin . . .”

“Amplifier,” Zeran mumbled, and I glared at him.

Eleni broke into a broad smile that looked like bottled-up sunshine. “I’m so glad you came.”

“This is all touching, but we’ve got a tear to find, and the Johnston twins are expecting me home by six,” Zeran said. “Miss Ida is making a strawberry cheesecake for dessert, and I don’t plan on missing it.”

“Oh, was that why you were in such a hurry to leave sparring practice early?” I asked innocently. “Strawberry cheesecake, hmm?”

Zeran swiped his tail back and forth like he was swatting flies. “Are you always this nosy, or do you especially care about what I do in my spare time?” He wriggled his eyebrows at me, and I stumbled over a soggy paper bag.

I scoffed and waved my hand dismissively. “Don’t flatter yourself.”