When I was a little girl, I imagined that many of the people in books were real.
Lizzy Bennett and Jane Eyre, Bilbo and Gandalf, Atticus Finch, and Oliver Twist. Many, many who stuck with me.
They were my heroes, the people that fought evil and won, who never gave up and never surrendered…who eventually won out over violence and ignorance and inequality.
Then I turned twelve and came to learn that, while there are good people who fight the good fight loudly and boldly, there is also true evil.
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The crime must be avenged. As the chief warrior for her people, the job fell to Nanoi.
During the night, all of the children in their treetop domain had been whisked away. Though she suspected the criminal, there must be no doubt.
If it was him, if he’d taken the innocents among them in a show of anger or to flex his strength, she would take him apart piece by piece.
No warrior, woman or man, could best her within 500 miles. Whatever price he owed would be paid in full before the next moon. It was her duty.
It would be her pleasure.
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He had to do it. He had to make himself give her the flowers he’d bought.
He’d begged her not to drive. Begged her to let him take her home. She was mad that his ex-girlfriend showed up at a party he didn’t even want to attend. She screamed and hit him in the driveway, telling him he could go straight to hell with trying to tell her what to do. Their friends did their best to calm her but it only made things worse.
When he made another attempt, she slapped him. Hard enough to send his glasses flying into the grass.
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