Rinda Elliott - Foretold

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It is written that three Sisters of Fate have the power to change the world’s destiny. But only if they survive….The Lockwood triplets have had the prophecy drummed into their heads since birth. Still, Raven, the eldest of the sisters, can’t believe it’s really happening. She’s the reincarnation of a Norse goddess? One of the sisters is destined to die? When it starts snowing in summer in Florida, the sisters fear the worst has come to pass. Ragnarok, the Norse end of the world, has begun.Raven finds herself the secret protector of Vanir, a boy with two wolves, a knowledge of Norse magic, and a sense of destiny he can’t quite explain. He’s intense, sexy, and equally determined to save her when it becomes clear someone is endangering them. Raven doesn’t know if getting closer to him will make a difference in the coming battle, but her heart isn't giving her a choice.Ahead of the sisters is the possibility of death at the hand of a warrior, death by snow, death by water, or death by fire…Or even from something else…Sisters of Fate: The prophecy doesn't lie: One is doomed to die.

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I spat, ran water in the sink and lifted my gaze to the mirror. Despite the new scratches on my skin, I looked like me. Same narrow face, same gray eyes, same short, black hair. But everything, everything, felt different. Nothing about my life would ever be the same again and Mom...

The norn moved in my chest and instead of the usual shift or stretch, this felt like a swoop. I choked and the room started a slow spin around me. The white walls and black countertop smeared and lengthened, turning to zebra stripes. Still nauseated, I closed my eyes, flattened my palm over my stomach.

And then I realized what was happening and my wide, freaked-out gray eyes showed in the melting mirror.

“Oh, gods!” I whispered. “Not now, not here!”

I don’t know which gods I sent the plea to—which one was responsible for this stupid curse, which one had put this...this being inside me, but he or she didn’t listen. Never listened.

Everything spun faster and faster, until the bathroom’s stark color scheme became one swirling mass of spirals. It was like being in the center of a target sign. I didn’t have the strength for this. Not now. A loud sob escaped my throat, my face jerking toward Vanir’s voice as he pounded on the bathroom door.

That couldn’t be right. Alone, my sisters and I always went into our rune tempus alone!

Normally, I only heard my heart pounding like a base drum in my head, my blood rushing through my veins, pumping life around my eardrums. Coral described it once as being inside a seashell. It was hell on earth. I was never more aware of the fragility of life than in the beginning and end of my rune tempus. And the worst part? The helplessness. The complete inability to resist whatever power overtook me and made me write, or carve...or burn.

Vanir grunted outside the door and must have slumped against it because it rattled hard.

Exhausted, I collapsed to the floor.

The spinning shuttered to a halt. In here nothing looked different. But out there, the McConnells would be living statues, men frozen in time along with the rest of the world. The first time this had happened to me, I’d been standing at a chalkboard when the green had suddenly looked like it had turned soft, melting into goo before sweeping to the side. I’d clutched the chalk tray with frantic fingers and held on throughout. When it stopped, I’d turned to find all the other kids in class staring, locked into place. They’d looked dead. All I remember after that was whimpering, crawling under the teacher’s desk, and the hellacious fight later when Mom caught that teacher digging her sharp fingernails into my shoulders while shaking me in the hallway.

It was why Mom homeschooled us after that. If one of us went into the rune tempus and moved before we came out, others would only see me or one of my sisters blink from one spot to another. The world stopped only for the sister who went into it. Mom had never hidden the fact we carried norn souls from us, but even she hadn’t known about this weird time-stopping thing that forced us to write prophetic runes. Kat’s showed the future, Coral’s the present and mine, which came from the oldest of the norn sisters, shared the past. Mine was pretty much useless. It explained a few things sometimes, but mostly showed me things I couldn’t change.

That day in school, I’d revealed my teacher’s past affair with the principal. She wouldn’t have known it if Kat hadn’t marched into the class and read the Norse runes out loud.

Groaning, I blinked away the awful memory and moved my hand, encountering fuzz. I stared, confused by the blur of black fluff in front of my eyes before wrinkling my nose at a sudden tickle. I sneezed. When the world came back into focus, I realized I was lying on my side, on a thick, black bath rug. I never knew how much time I’d get—I didn’t control this, she did. And she wasn’t patient. So I grabbed the brass cabinet knob. I opened the door and used it for leverage.

“Please don’t break, please don’t break,” I murmured before grasping the lip of the counter and pulling myself to my feet. I reached into my back pocket for my notebook with its attached short pen. That’s when I remembered. I’d set it on the seat next to me.

In. My. Car.

Thick fear tightened my chest. My heart pounded hard. Visions of my rune-filled, purple notebook floating down that river went through my head right before the burning in my hands started.

“No.” Fingers tingling, I yanked open the drawer and pawed through the contents. A pen and paper in the bathroom would be the norm at my home—we stashed them everywhere—but most people didn’t think of a bathroom for writing. There was a packet of razors but no shaving cream, which would have worked. There were nail clippers, extra toothbrushes, and I frowned in confusion at the huge pack of batteries. None of this would help me. The sting in my fingers grew worse, so I grabbed the toothpaste again. It would work. The rune tempus stopped for nothing, and if I didn’t have something to write with, it would make me burn the symbols into the wall behind me. With my fingers. It had happened that way for Kat once. She had no fingerprints on two fingers now.

Hands shaking, I twisted off the lid and squirted a huge glob on the counter. I swooped up some onto my finger and held it to the mirror just as my muscles went rigid and she took over my body. I hated this, hated the acrid resentment that tasted like rust on my tongue, hated the loss of control...hated the constant fear that one day she’d just decide to keep me. My back snapped straight, my legs locked so hard my knees made a loud cracking sound. I stood inflexible and unable to function on my own. Every fiber of my being was under her control as I watched her raise my toothpaste-covered fingers to the mirror.

This was why Mom had yanked us from school.

The reason we got fired from more jobs than I could count.

The reason Coral was fragile, Kat always pissed.

The reason I was afraid to date.

My hand moved of its own volition and I became the messenger. The passenger. The witness.

The freaking tool.

The toothpaste oozed down the mirror, but the norn wanted the runes completely legible. My hand shook with exhaustion, yet it went down for more paste, then up to draw. Down, then up to fill in the symbols more, over and over until tears streaked down my cheeks. She couldn’t control those and I couldn’t stop them—they were the only sort of release I could get during this. I was finishing the last symbol when there was a thud against the bathroom door. It flew open and slammed into the wall.

Vanir came barreling through the door and the utter shock that ripped through me did what I’d never been able to do before. It stopped me from making the symbols. Rigid muscles went suddenly loose and I sagged. Vanir caught me, but he wasn’t looking at me. He was staring at the symbols on the mirror.

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“‘In violence conceived,’” he breathed, hands tightening on my arms.

“You—” My voice caught. I choked. The rune tempus not only wore me out, it sucked me dry. It used every resource I had and left me needing a refill. I tried to work up some spit, had to talk.

His face was pale, brown eyes wide with shock, red streaking the white part. He looked over his shoulder and I wanted to close my eyes at the utter panic and terror that had pulled his features tight. “Something’s really wrong with my brothers.”

Outside, Geri and Freak howled, the sound raising all the fine hairs on my body. My eyes flew open wide and I clutched at him. The wolves shouldn’t be moving, either. Shouldn’t be able to make sound. I looked up at Vanir, who stared at me like I was something he’d found crawling on his shoe. Pain slashed into my chest.

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