A Bloodline’s EchoThe Avadi Series
M. R. Pilot
Genre: Young Adult Fantasy/Romance
Date of Publication: December 29, 2017
Number of pages: 330
Word Count: 98K
Cover Artist: Illustration - JDSarte
Typography - Rebeca
Tagline: A missing father. A handsome stranger. A feud within the Avadi. Cori will find out who she is in this tale of romance and adventure.
Eighteen-year-old Cori has been tucked into a corner of Verbena her entire life. With no memory of a father and an abusive mother, her escape came in the form of living and working in her town’s inn, a place that happens to be owned by her best friend. Cori was all but resigned to the uneventful and dutiful life as a barkeep.
That is, until a hooded stranger showed up—just in time to witness an incident Cori herself cannot believe—and changed everything. Now Cori must leave Sagebrush, the only place she has ever known, setting off to discover love, adventure, heartbreak, and more about herself and the world she lives in than she could have ever imagined.
Moonlight peeking through branches illuminates his face, allowing me to examine his features. I thought it was odd that he kept his hood up, even inside the Oak Hand. Aside from hardened lines drawn by worry, his face holds youth. He can’t be much older than I am.
He looks to the side as if considering his response, his hood falling back a bit. He has light freckles splashed across his cheekbones, long fair eyelashes and a square, chiseled jawbone. When his hazel eyes return to me, they flicker with amusement.
“Am I following you? Hmm. I don’t think so. Is the moth’s intent to follow the flame? I don’t know that either. But I can understand why the moth is drawn in by the flame. It’s intriguing, isn’t it? How something with the potential for such destruction can dance around with the innocence of a child?” he asks, his eyes lighting up and widening. “From the looks of it, you’re trying to run away from your discovery. You can’t—you carry it with you. May I ask where you’re headed?”
By now his hood has fallen to his shoulders and, even in the dark, I can tell his hair is a short, untamed crimson. This strange encounter is not what I expected from this still nameless, shadowy figure.
Resigned, I shake my head and sigh. “I’m looking for something I lost long ago, something that went in this direction. Who are you?”
He doesn’t bear an emblem, but I hadn’t pegged him for a trader anyway. He smiles and reaches out a hand in greeting. “I’m Rylo. Corinth, right? Although the dark-haired gentleman, perhaps your male counterpart, called you something else. What did you lose, a pet? I’m good with animals. I can help you find it.”
I grip Rylo’s hand. We both pause momentarily, assessing the situation. The contact generates heat far too quickly, and I break the connection.
About the Author:
M. R. Pilot is an avid reader, coffee-drinker and animal lover. When she’s not cleaning teeth, she’s partaking in Alaskan hikes, watching anime, relentless page-turning and/or keyboard clicking. She loves to talk about any of those things for an indiscriminate amount of time—feel free to reach out if you do, too.