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Guardians of the Edge: Last of the Portal Keys

I’m an international, multiple award-winning author with a passion for the voices in my head. As a singer, songwriter, independent filmmaker and improv teacher and performer, my life has always been about creating and sharing what I create with others. Now that my dream to write for a living is a reality, with over a hundred titles in happy publication and no end in sight, I live in beautiful Prince Edward Island, Canada, with my giant cats, pug overlord and overlady and my Gypsy Vanner gelding, Fynn. The artifact flared to life, the glow of it throwing so much heat through the room Aiden winced back. He caught a glimpse of his parent’s shocked faces as the glow enveloped them. As suddenly, the light vanished. He blinked, fighting to regain his night eyes as sparkles shifted and whorled across his vision, heart hammering suddenly so loud in his ears he couldn't hear past his own pulse. It only took seconds, but it seemed an eternity while he fought off the last of the afterimage and stared in disbelief. The prize lay on the pedestal, the glass case resting on the floor beside it. Two black backpacks lay collapsed nearby. But his parents... they were nowhere to be seen. Twelve-year-old master thief Aiden Trent has been trained by the best—his parents. It is rumored there is nothing they can’t steal. So when an easy job in an old museum comes up, they take it. Trouble is, the goal is no ordinary prize. In a flash of light, his parents disappear, leaving Aiden to uncover the secret behind the artifact while he flees from the man who hired them to steal it in the first place.

Patti Larsen · Fantasi
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30 Chs

Chapter Twenty Six : Reacher

Aiden was at the man's door in a flash.

"Reacher?" The blue eyes appeared.

"You came back!" He hummed happily. "Hello!"

Aiden's heart pounded. Here was the Reacher Tremaine found so important. But, who was he and why did Tremaine care?

Aiden's mind took a leap, connected the dots.

"Reacher," he said, "are you a Guardian?"

The man was giggling, his head bobbing behind the grate. "You know me! I'm so pleased."

Aiden sighed. A Guardian. But insane. Not good.

"He wants me to make one." Reacher's voice dropped to a whisper that could have been heard at the end of the hall. His rank breath wafted toward Aiden through the small window. "But I said no, I can't, I don't remember!"

Aiden's heart lifted.

"But you do remember, don't you?"

A blue eye winked. Then, he shook his head. "Yes? No? He brings me the wrong stones." Reacher faded, attention wandering. "Never the right ones, always the wrong."