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Guest Post & Giveaway: Deleted ‘Power Inversion’ Scene by Sara Codair

Erin’s boyfriend, José, is being held captive by demons and Erin finally has a way to track him. Erin is preparing for a journey through a place between worlds that exists outside of time that will take them to where José is being held. In this scene, Erin and their grandmother stop to get supplies. I loved how this scene showed the relationship developing between Erin and their grandmother. However, it was stalling the narrative and distracting from the rescue mission Erin was on. Therefore, it had to go.

On the way back to Grandpa’s house, Niben insisted on a quick detour to get some durable clothing for the trip through the Between. For some reason I pictured this as something we’d get in Faerie, but we stopped at a sporting goods store. The firearms department was packed. We steered clear of that heading over the men’s clothing section.

“This place hasn’t changed as much as I expected,” said Niben as we walked by racks of bikes. “The stand-up paddle boards are new, and the colors are different, but the building is the same as it was when I used to take Liam and Lucy shopping.”

Niben piled clothing in my arms while reminiscing about how Grandpa never wanted to shop for himself, so his kids would pick out his clothes whenever he needed more, though for years, he thought she was choosing his clothing. Until then, it hadn’t quite dawned on me that Niben had really lived on Earth as a human.

“Erin, I lived with Seamus, visiting my lands in the Faerie realm just enough so my kindred remembered I was alive,” said Niben, leading me towards a cash register. “I have a social security number, bank accounts, a now expired driver’s license and credit cards. I worked at a garden center and helped your dad start a carpentry business. If Lucy and Seamus painted me as some kind of weird, alien being, it’s out of bitterness. When we split and I agreed to the ridiculous bargain your father had left in his will, I not only gave up my right to visit my family, but to live in the world I had come to think of as home.”

I couldn’t think of any response worth saying out loud, so I stayed quiet while she finished picking out clothing and led me to the cash register. Apparently, a thermal base layer, flannel lined canvas work pants, a heavy-duty flannel shirt, a fleece sweatshirt, and an insulated vest were great garb for intra dimensional exploration. I’d look dressed to go to work on a construction site or to spend the day ice fishing.

I guess it tended to be cold in the Between, and when I mentioned Elven clothing to Niben, she laughed. “It never gets cold in the part of Faerie I’m from, and there is no point in dealing with Winter when humans make very durable, warm clothing that is far more practical and low profile.”

I’m sure there was plenty of durable cold weather of varying sizes lying around Grandpa’s house or stored in his attic. I might’ve needed a belt or to roll things up, but they would’ve worked. Niben and I could’ve waited until later, when we planned to meet Jenny at my mom’s house and gotten clothes I already had. They wouldn’t have been exactly the same, but they would have been functional. It wasn’t lost on me that she’d chosen to take me here anyway, a place she used to take her kids every spring and fall.

“Whether we save Grandpa or not, I’d like to stay part of your life,” said Niben as I turned back down the driveway to Grandpa’s house.

“I’d like that, but there is no if. We are going to win.” I said with as much confidence as I could muster.

Power Inversion

Author Name: Sara Codair
Publisher: NineStar Press
Series Title: Evanstar Chronicles
Position (Number) in Series: 2
Release Date: Monday, June 22 2020
Format: Paperback, eBook
Word Count: 84,000
Cover Artist: Natasha Snow

Genres: Urban Fantasy, Supernatural
Pairings: nb/m
LGBTQ+ Identities: Non-binary, trans, demi, bi, pan
Tropes: Ticking clock, rescue mission
Keywords/Categories: demons, demon hunters, angels, elves, faerie, psychic ability, magic, mental illness, ADHD, #ownvoices, Non-binary, trans, demi, bi, pan, ace-spec, established couple

Do you have to be a monster to fight one?

Erin Evanstar is a demon hunter, a protector of humanity from nightmarish predators that feed on people’s fears and flesh. They are settling into their dual life of being a teen and hunting demons.

When a tentacled horror abducts Erin’s partner, José, Erin and their family go on the hunt to get him back. But Erin gets an ultimatum: help the Fallen Angels bring on the apocalypse or watch José die. Erin will do anything to save José, but fighting monsters comes with a grim price–becoming one themselves.

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White graduation caps fell from the sky like flakes of vaporized Demon. High school was a beast, and I’d vanquished it like every monster I’d fought, with one exception—myself.

This moment deserved savoring.

Breathing deliberately, I slowed my perception of time until the caps seemed as if they were falling through cold honey on their way to the ground.

The late-spring sun beat down on me, but a breeze kept the temperature bearable. Some tassels lilted southeast—away from the towering clouds bruising the northwest sky. The weather wasn’t going to hold much longer, but I was okay with that. Thunderstorms awoke something wild in me—a pulse-racing, dance-around-like-no-one-can-see-you kind of wild—a rush of adrenaline almost as good as what I’d get from battling a Troll or sparring with Mel.

With my sense of time slowed down, the distant thunder sounded like a lion purring. The clouds glowed purple as lightning forked through them like an X-ray, temporarily revealing a mass of tentacles undulating in the clouds.

Mel, did you see that? I thought as loudly as I could, hoping my telepathic cousin would hear me.

I’d seen a lot of different Demons in the three months I’d been hunting them, but based on the stories and the Lexicon, the massive tentacled ones only materialized in oceans, and they certainly could not fly. Yet, every time lightning flashed, there they were, waving as if violent updrafts were a gentle breeze.

My heart sped up. My hands closed into fists. Mel didn’t reply.

I shut my eyes, opening my mind so I could feel all the energy around me. Most humans were blobs of buzzing heat, but Mel, a hybrid of human, Angel, and Elf, had a hotter, more intense aura with a spritz of simultaneously depressed and optimistically peppy texture. I found her near my Elven grandmother, who felt like a condensed thunderstorm.

Mel? Niben? Can you hear me? Did you see that?

Of course, there was a good chance they were both shielding. What telepath would have their mind open to other people’s thoughts when there were so many other people around?

One who hasn’t been able to properly shield in months. Mel’s melodic yet squeaky voice was a welcome presence in my mind. Shut down the hyper drive. You’re giving me a headache.

I exhaled over the course of ten seconds, willing my sense of time back to normal.

A garbled din of stretched-out voices morphed to something more akin to a clattering avalanche of pots and pans. A shoulder jostled mine. The corner of a graduation cap crashed into my head.

Erin? What had you wanted to tell me?

There were tentacles in the clouds, I thought at Mel, turning in the general direction I sensed her in.

I crashed into José, who, of course, stood right next to me.

“You okay?” he asked. Tears glistened in his midnight eyes and trickled down his sun-kissed cheeks. One snagged on the crooked tip of his nose. He clutched two graduation caps, his and mine, so tight that the scars on his knuckles were visibly stretched.

“Yeah. Are you?” I wondered if I should tell him what I’d seen. He’d been hunting Demons longer than me, but he also thrived on keeping school and the supernatural as two separate entities. And what if they hadn’t been tentacles? What if the storm had just appeared that way with the lightning in slow motion? I didn’t want to ruin his day if there wasn’t an actual threat.

“I’ll miss everyone.” He stuffed the caps under his arms and hugged me. While I wanted to celebrate because I’d made it out alive, he mourned the loss of a place that had been a haven to him for four years.

I leaned my head on his shoulder, listening to his heartbeat, trying to let his steady warmth calm the worry growing in my mind. José’s body was a rock in the sense that it was hard and athletic, but also because it anchored me when I felt as if my mind was running away.

Have you ever watched a storm with time slowed that much? askedMel.

I shook my head before I remembered there were dozens of people between her and me. No. Do storm clouds in slow motion look like tentacles?

José kissed my hair and whispered, “Are you talking to Mel?”

I nodded.

“Is she okay?”

“She’s having trouble shielding. We should go meet up with her and the others anyway.” I stepped away from him and walked uphill.

Students, who wore white graduation robes, and their parents, who were dressed mostly in summer dresses, slacks, and collared shirts, were clumped all over Saint Patrick’s sprawling lawn.

José draped his arm over my shoulder as I wove around groups of people. The pressure was calming, lulling panic monsters back to sleep with its warm weight. I glanced up at the clouds. They were closer and darker. The wind sped up, stealing programs from a dozen people’s hands. The clouds lit up with lightning, but I didn’t see any tentacles.

Mel’s voice popped back into my head. I don’t sense anything in the clouds, and neither does Niben. I guess she’s been restraining the storm for half the ceremony. Perhaps you were seeing her power mingled with it?

Maybe. Some tension unraveled from my chest. I’d heard stories about my grandmother, Niben, controlling storms, but I’d never seen her do it. In fact, I’d never witnessed her do any magic unless she was modeling something she wanted me to try. She’d come on a few hunts, but she’d just watched with her unblinking feline eyes and later quizzed me on what I did right and wrong. For all I knew, her fabled storm magic could resemble tentacles.

About the Author

Sara Codair is an author of short stories and novels, which are packed with action, adventure, magic, and the bizarre. They partially owe their success to their faithful feline writing partner, Goose the Meowditor-In-Chief, who likes to “edit” their work by deleting entire pages.

If Sara isn’t writing, they’re probably teaching, swimming in the lake, reading fantasy, or walking their dog.

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