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Author<\/h2>\nH. L. Wampler<\/p>\n
H. L. is a lover of almost all things written. She grew up never knowing that she wanted to be a writer. It came about one rainy afternoon while she was home with her twin boys. Bored while the kids she picked up her laptop and set about writing her first manuscript. Five years later Rebel Ink took their chances with the crazy sports girl from the steel city.<\/p>\n
H. L. lives in the magnificent city of steel and bridges with her husband, twins sons, very fat cat, and very bad dog.<\/p>\n
Her stories tend to write themselves. She never knows just where they\u2019re going or what\u2019s going to happen. On more than one occasion the characters have surprised even H. L. There are times though when she has to tell the crazy personalities that form on her laptop to chill out, but she has fun with them.<\/p>\n
She was born a goddess but raised as a mortal.<\/p>\n
20-year old Cara Grey is as far from normal and she doesn’t know it yet. Her life changes in ways she never dreamed when her migraines transport her to another time and place. She eventually realizes that nothing is ever what it seems and her life has been nothing but lies. Cara is informed that she\u2019s the only hope for all humankind.<\/p>\n
Not even the great Greek Gods can stop the coming doom.<\/p>\n
Leaving behind everything, she heads to Greece for what she thought was a family vacation. Meeting the gorgeous twins Adrian and Adronis was more than luck. It was planned. What wasn\u2019t planned was Cara and Adrian falling in love.<\/p>\n
Time is short. The world is crumbling around her. Cara must save humanity and her budding relationship, or lose everyone and everything she loves.<\/p>\n
\u201cI could skip a class,\u201d I muttered.<\/p>\n
We walked down the sidewalk shoulder to shoulder pushing through the throngs of other college students. A sudden pulse through my head made me wince. When I opened my eyes again the college students were gone and I was shoving my way through an ancient city. The people wore old white sheets. It looked like a massive toga party. I stopped walking and looked around.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat the\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
I closed my eyes tightly and opened them again. I was right back in the center of Oakland. Brandy was a few feet in front of me looking at me oddly. My heart was racing and I was confused. What was that?<\/p>\n
\u201cCara? What happened?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNothing. I\u2019m fine,\u201d I mumbled, catching up to her.<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you sure? You\u2019re acting really weird.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m fine,\u201d I reassured her, smiling.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you still want yogurt?\u201d she asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah. Of course I do.\u201d<\/p>\n
I only partially listened as she chattered. I kept looking around at the people, searching for any clue as to what happened. Everyone looked normal. I bumped into a tall guy who stopped in front of me as I watched a girl walking across the street.<\/p>\n
\u201cWatch it,\u201d he snapped.<\/p>\n
\u201cSorry,\u201d I mumbled, walking around him.<\/p>\n
\u201cCara, why are you so distracted?\u201d Brandy asked, lacing her arm through mine.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s just this migraine. It\u2019s not going away.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you eat this morning?\u201d she asked.<\/p>\n
I thought about the week old English muffin I quickly scarfed down before leaving the house at eight. \u201cYeah.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHmm, well maybe you\u2019re just hungry.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe,\u201d I mumbled, opening the door to the frozen yogurt shop.<\/p>\n
I got my yogurt and sat at a back table.<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you excited?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAbout what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe gala of course!\u201d<\/p>\n
I sighed heavily, I had forgotten about the gala our fathers\u2019 firm threw every year. \u201cI suppose.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho are you taking?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNobody as of now,\u201d I said, taking a bite of raspberry flavored yogurt.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy? The gala is next month!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know. I don\u2019t know if I want to take anyone,\u201d I told her.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat about Logan?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat about him?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t you like him?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah, he\u2019s alright.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAsk him!\u201d Brandy said.<\/p>\n
\u201cEh, I don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
I finished my yogurt in silence as she went into detail about the costume she found.<\/p>\n
Why is it always a costume ball? I cringed thinking about the previous costumes my mother had found for me. I was determined to find my own this year.<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you going to Roman Arts class tonight?\u201d Brandy asked as we stepped out into the cold day.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, I\u2019m skipping. My head is pounding. I think I\u2019m just going to go home and to bed.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you want me to take you?\u201d she asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cNah, I\u2019ll be fine,\u201d I muttered. I waved and walked down the street toward the parking lot.<\/p>\n
I kept my eyes down afraid if I looked up I\u2019d be pushing through another throng of people wearing togas.<\/p>\n