Drawing is her world...but when her new pencil comes alive, it's his world too.
Her...Storey Dalton is seventeen and now boyfriendless after being dumped via Facebook. Drawing is her escape. It's like as soon as she gets down one image, a dozen more are pressing in on her. Then she realizes her pictures are almost drawing themselves...or is it that her new pencil is alive?
Him...Eric Jordan is a new Ranger and the only son of the Councilman to his world. He's crossed the veil between dimensions to retrieve a lost stylus. But Storey is already experimenting with her new pencil and what her drawings can do - like open portals.
It ... The stylus is a soul-bound intelligence from Eric's dimension on Earth and uses Storey's unsuspecting mind to seek its way home, giving her an unbelievable power. She unwittingly opens a third dimension, one that held a dangerous predatory species banished from Eric's world centuries ago, releasing these animals into both dimensions.
Them... Once in Eric's homeland, Storey is blamed for the calamity sentenced to death. When she escapes, Eric is ordered to bring her back or face that same death penalty. With nothing to lose, can they work together across dimensions to save both their worlds?
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Storey Dalton slipped out of the council building ahead of Eric. Hot and fed up as usual, she wished these people would act and not just talk. Her temper drove her forward, unfortunately into the path of two people she didn't want to see. It was bad enough being in a foreign world, one you knew almost nothing about, but once word had gotten out that Storey was an Otherworlder...well, she'd been plagued with questions ever since. Didn't these people have something more important to do? Like prepare for the war breaking out? Like didn't they know war was about to break? On their very doorsteps?
Hanging on tight to her sketchbook and Stylus, she headed in the opposite direction.
"There she is. Storey, wait!" The two Toran males ran up behind their quarry.
Cornered, Storey spun on her heels looking for Eric. He'd been right behind her. She caught sight of Eric standing just inside the door, a big grin on his face. He waved at her before retreating out of sight. Downright sneaky. Damn good guy to have her back, but this people stuff...not so much. Damn him. Or damn her for being a fool. She should have stayed behind with him. Only she'd been pissed and had needed fresh air to cool off. Black jeans and black t-shirt had not prepared her for the weather on Eric's dimension. No pollution and rarely did clouds mar the beautiful sky.
The two men closed in on her, one on either side. "Storey, can we talk with you for a moment, please?" The first man, young and kinda cute with a lopsided grin spoke. "Stop a moment and visit. Just talk. We just want to get to know you."
Storey studied the two men. They appeared opposites. One casually confident with wavy hair and ready smile and the other a carrot topped tall streak that appeared tongue-tied. "What do you want to know? I've only got a couple of minutes." Storey rolled her eyes at the look of pure pleasure on their faces. Deceptive looks as she well knew. She took several steps backwards hoping to put some distance between her and the men. She had yet to get used to the ways of these people. Then she'd only been here days, not months. And desperately needed to return home ? before she got into more hot water.
"Honest, we dreamt up a couple of questions that we're sure you haven't been asked before." That same engaging grin flashed.
She snorted then cringed at the sound. Damn it. That was another habit she was trying to stop. But these people just brought out the worst in her. Or she brought out the worst in her. Whatever.
"Hurry up then."
"We heard there were a few things that upset you about our dimension. Your pet peeves, so to speak. Then maybe you could tell us a couple of things you like about our world to balance it out? "
"Did Eric say something to you?" As their faces flushed, she groaned. "Figures." Storey refused to look in Eric's direction again. He'd left her to deal with these guys in his world. She'd be sure to return the favour. If she ever got a chance. His people, or rather the council members who governed this place weren't being very cooperative. First they couldn't wait to get rid of her, now...well, let's just say, she wasn't sure if she was welcome or had been deemed public enemy number one.
Refocusing, she smirked. "I'll take the last question first. I love the small population, adore your methods of transportation ? now that I'm used to it." They grinned, pride beaming from their innocence. Without vehicles, planes and trains, this world was quiet and peaceful. "And I have to admit, there is a refreshing innocence here."
Their smiles faltered, unsure.
She grinned. They were so not going to like the next set of answers. Too bad. "Now for what I don't like... topping the list is people rushing over to talk to me even though I'm racing somewhere else." She softened her voice slightly to reduce the sting but had to laugh as the first man tugged at his shirt collar. Everyone here was so prim and proper. So unlike home. At home she swore like a trucker, here, well they had a heart attack if she said damn. No one here ever said a word wrong to anyone. Well, except for Eric's father and damn, but he never said a word right. Then he hated her something fierce.
She held up her sketchbook and the unique pencil in her hand. "I'm not really kidding either, however, the major pet peeve is people who try to steal my stylus."
Their eyes latched onto the stylus in her hand. She lifted her arm, their eyes followed. She moved it across in front of her and watched as they tracked it with their eyes. "Hey, guys?"
The shorter one blinked several times, then flushed bright red. "Sorry, it's fascinating. We've heard some crazy stories about you and that tool." Straightening, he asked, "Is there anything else?"
"Yeah. Not being allowed to swear. See, that really pisses me off." She was seventeen. Like who didn't have a few gripes about the world. She should have the right to voice them her way. She laughed. "Look at you two. Shocked, disgusted yet fascinated at the same time. Looks it's been fun, but I gotta run. Till next time."
Tossing her hair, she spun on her heels and strode off. She heard Eric call out to her, but she ignored him. He'd have to suffer a little first for ditching her. Almost out of earshot, she heard the tall ginger finally find his voice and say, "She's got the last one right. She is fascinating!"
Storey grinned and added a little more sway to the hip action as she walked away.
Damn right she was.
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