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So they locked her away.
Laylea has been hiding her entire life. She’s never been to school. She’s never had a friend her own age. She’s never known anyone else like her.
All that is about to change.
In a world hidden from wyrdos and humans alike, shifters are still recovering from a vicious plot to destroy them all. They have two laws they live by now:
1) Hide
2) Protect the children at all costs.
Laylea has just broken rule number one. But she’s only fourteen. So they’re sending her to school. Where she’s going to learn . . .
Anyplace can be a prison.
The Lincoln Park Shifter School is not your grandma’s uber-secret, underground academy.
Excerpt
A long, shrill scream drew Laylea back into the zoo. The guard who didn’t want to be called Beta was backing away from a tall black man in jeans, a button-down, and Fox sandals.
“Kyle!” Laylea screamed his name even as she heard KC screaming hers. “Kyle! You’re a good man! Think of Jeannie and KJ!”
The vampire looked her way. His familiar, affable smile appeared and he waved at her. “We’re just gonna have a talk. Get back to school, you reprobate.”
Then the smile melted away as though it had never been and Kyle stalked out of sight.
“Lee, come on.” KC yanked her out the entrance.
“No,” She tried to pull away but KC was strong. “I have to help him.”
“No one can help that guy now.”
Tears poured down Laylea’s face. KC was right. If Kyle had already killed a pack of werewolves, Laylea wasn’t going to be able to stop him from killing one guard. But she had to try. She hadn’t spent the last seven months hiding him from Dee and Morioka and everyone else just to give up on Kyle now. “I can.”
She yanked her arm out of KC’s grip and they both fell on the uneven steps of the plinth.
Guest Post
What would you like to tell readers about yourself?
I believe in truth. Like, violently. So it’s hard when reality shifts beneath your feet.
My partner, Jeff, and I were crafting a delicate email together yesterday. We’re passionate people and we were in high dudgeon over this loser who thinks the rules don’t apply to him. I saw Jeff adding a space between each of the sentences and, I’ll admit, laughed before I asked him about it.
Jeff: It’s proper grammar.
Gwendolyn: Uhh, it’s not proper grammar anymore.
Jeff: I was taught to put two spaces between sentences.
Gwendolyn: As was I. But the rule has changed.
The look on his face. I’m telling you, his world spun to a halt. He muttered something unrepeatable and stormed off.
I remember feeling the same way when I heard about the loss of that one space. I swear to you, I went through the five stages of grief.
Denial
Nope. Not gonna do it. I find two spaces between sentences easier to read. I like the extra white space. If I give in to single spaces, what’s next? Am I going to start accepting “Because” as an answer from my mother? Will Americans start using single quotes and putting punctuation at the beginning of sentences? This must not be allowed. Nooooooo.
Anger
Why bother learning any grammar and punctuation at all? Why pretend it’s codified? Let’s awl just throw down whatev3r spelling we feel lyke. The grammar police have been unseated! Who needs Rules anyway? It’s all anarchy!
Bargaining
Okay, what if, we keep the double space in, like, formal writing. I mean, have you read any legal documents? They need space between their sentences, just to give your mind a chance to catch up to the barrage of words. How about if I write Faulkner-style, in unending sentences that go on and on repetitively so that I don’t have to follow punctuation with any double spaces as a result of not having any punctuation to follow? I’ll be good.
Depression
What does any of it matter anyway? I’m just going to go curl up in my closet with my dog and my comforter and OLD books that use double spaces, those crazy monsters! Everything is always changing. Why is everything always changing? I don’t have to read any new books. Ever. . . . But, no new books? That would be hell. Whyyyyyyyyy?
Acceptance
Got it. In order to effectively communicate in English, I need to single-space after sentences. Laylea’s adventures in Shifter School is far more important than a single extra spot of white space between thoughts. Ahhhh, life would have been so much easier if I had only gotten here faster.
Anger
I have to go change all my past books now?!!!!! Arrrrrrrgggggg. Stupid change.
I have a tendency to pinball through the stages rather than taking in them in a smooth progression. Like I said, passionate.
I found Jeff curled up in the dog’s bed, stroking Lyman’s fur and sucking down a Jeffspresso. We talked it through and he’s agreed to accept double spacing after punctuation as the new norm.
But we are never giving up Pluto.
About the Author
She has traveled the world telling stories. After a year in Amsterdam writing and performing sketch comedy at Boom Chicago, she toured North America with Shenandoah Shakespeare and with the incredible educational show Sex Signals. From Paris, FR to William’s Bay, WI, you’ll find her gypsy life reflected in her books. If you met her on the road, read her closely, you may find yourself in there.
For now, Gwendolyn lives in Hollywood with her Irish Jack Russell, Josh Lyman Zyrga, who is still pouting over the fact that she didn’t put him on the cover of WereHuman.
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