Perigee Moon

Perigee Moon
by Tara Fuller

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Genre: YA
ISBN: 978-1-937254-35-3
E-ISBN: 978-1-937254-36-0 Length: Novel
Publication Date: 1/12/2012
Cover art by Jeannie Ruesch

After a horrific fire claims the life of her mother, seventeen year old Rowan Bliss finds herself in the miniscule town of Ipswich, Massachusetts. It's here that she meets Alex, a deliciously mysterious boy who holds the key to unlocking her family's dark secret.

As Rowan falls helplessly over the edge for Alex, the secrets that he insists on keeping refuse to be contained. The truth that she uncovers challenges everything she has ever believed. Alex is a witch. And now he's awakened something within her she never even knew existed. But out of all of this, the one thing Rowan won't accept is the fact that Alex is destined to die.

Rowan must unearth the buried power she harbors within to escape a deadly prophecy, defy the very laws of time, and prevent the hands of fate from taking yet another person she loves.

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And that's when it happened. The moment that would change my world forever. The hairs started to rise across the back of my neck and I felt it. Not just the unusual flash of recognition, but the pull. The kind you feel when someone is staring at you without your knowledge. I gave in and let it tear my eyes away from the car when a flash of white caught my eyes.

There was a boy standing across the street just outside the tree line, his eyes burning into me with the kind of intensity that made my heart pound. I had to catch my breath as I let my gaze drift over him. His faded jeans and crisp white t-shirt clung to his thin athletic build. His coal-black hair was just long enough to fall artfully across one of his startling blue eyes. And those eyes, two quizzical oceans of wonder that refused to let me look away. They looked so sad. Like they had seen so much sorrow that it was just a part of them now. I imagined that's what my eyes looked like, hollow shells staring back at a world. He was so…familiar. But I couldn't place from where. How long had he been watching me?

I stumbled back and caught myself on the hood of the car when an earth-shattering jolt of recognition and warmth flooded me, consumed me. But I didn't know him. Had never seen him. Which meant he recognized…me. He quickly dropped his gaze to the ground and continued to trudge down the street. He didn't look back. I stared after him, amazed at the warm fluttery feeling that bubbled through me and faded at the exact moment he disappeared over the hilltop.

"Boy from school?" Grandpa asked as he followed my gaze.

I ran through the list of faces I'd seen at school that day. None of them came close. I would've remembered someone that made me feel like that.

"Rowan?"

"Um, maybe. I'm not sure," I said, still a little stunned. Boys like that didn't exist back home. Up until this point, to my knowledge, boys like that didn't exist period.

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