Today’s excerpt comes from Blood Bonds.
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The Hags of Fate ruled over destiny but they neither wove it, nor created it. They observed, and when it was needed, they intervened. They could predict the mostly likely future, and together with the Harvestmen and the Elemental Lords, they were the only beings who were immortal. They existed outside of time, yet walked through the world as they chose.
The woods surrounding Grandmother Coyote’s place were darker than I remembered. It had been awhile since we had come here, wandering through the undergrowth in search of her tree.
“It’s going to get cold tonight,” I murmured, my wings shimmering through my jacket. When the weather was too extreme, it was harder to control their appearance.
“Do your clothes ever get in the way of those things?” Delilah asked. “They look like they’ve been dusted in glitter.”
I shook my head. “I can control how far they manifest in terms of solidity. I prefer to keep them out of sight most of the time, because they’re a distraction and kids like to try to play with them. And cats,” I added, staring at her pointedly. “I can feel them, but they don’t exist in this realm the way my jacket or dress does.” I paused, then giggled. “Some nights, though, I like to go outside under the moon and dance around. They make me feel graceful, and they also connect me with the Moon Mother more. I know it sounds silly, but I pretend I’m flying.”
Delilah snorted, but she gave me a look that told me she understood.
I glanced around the wooded lot. “That way,” I said, pointing to a barely discernible trail. I had been here far more often than the others, but it was still tricky. If Grandmother Coyote didn’t want to be found, she set a good camouflage. I set off, firmly treading through the knee-high grass that was dying back for the season. The trees were laden with leaves, but they had changed color, and all it would take was one good, strong wind to catch them up and send them spiraling to the ground.