When the Wind Calls

By Teri J. Dluznieski M.Ed.

At 19, Kijah feels like she's outgrowing her family's small urban farm. She also has questions about her real father, a Faenyr man her mother won’t talk about. Growing up in Treyu, at least, being half-blooded is common. But she just doesn't feel like she fits.

Then Zria walks into her life. A golden-fair Faenyr boy, a mirror to her own exotic looks. Everything she thought was turned upside down. Now she wonders about magic, and the nature of true power, as they explore each other’s worlds. She is swept up in newfound love that brings a whirlwind of change. For the first time in her life, she feels connected to herself, to Zria, and the world around her.

She knows it is all because of Zria: magic and charming and completely foreign. In a very short time, he has become her whole world. She feels so connected to Zria, that she forgets that he is truly Faenyr, in a way that she is not. What will she do when she realizes they may be less alike than she thought?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Teri J. Dluznieski M.Ed.
• Release date: Jun 27, 2016
• ISBN: 9781311844071

Teri J. Dluznieski M.Ed.

I read The Hobbit when I was ten- and read the whole series a thousand times over, before I was sixteen. I also read a lot of the classic sci fi and fantasy books. A few years later, a friend introduced me to the books that made me a convert: CJ Cherryh. A list that quickly grew and expanded. After being a lit major/anthropology, I found a deep appreciation in fantasy and sci fi. The combination of entertainment reading, and tackling deep and important issues- I was hooked. In my writing, I draw on my shamanic training and comparative religion, as well as cultural anthropology and medieval history- crafting complex worlds and believable cultures. I draw on all my past experiences- from horse training, to sword-making as well. But mostly, I enjoy playing the “what if” game, and then turning characters loose and watching what happens. The end result is a world that lays just outside our own reality- that just maybe, we can reach one day. Until then, we can share their adventures in the stories they bring to life. ***************************************************************************************************************************************** TJ has done just about everything- from making swords, to training horses, teaching HS, and even a fully initiated practicing shaman. As a writer, she draws on all of her past experiences to create rich and diverse worlds. Her world, of Chanmyr blends fantasy, magic and deeper social issues. And she loves goats! You can find out more about that world and read several free stories at http://tjmuir.com, or find her on her facebook page at http://facebook.com/tjmuirauthor and twitter @tjmuirauthor where you can find out more about her latest writing, and see pictures of her goats!

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When

the Wind

Calls

A Chanmyr Chronicles Companion Story

By TJ Muir

This is a work of fiction. All characters are a work of fiction from the authors imagination.

Independently published

Copyright ©2016, Teri J. Dluznieski M.Ed. All rights reserved.This book, or any part thereof, may not be reproduced in any form without permission from the publisher. Exceptions are made for brief excerpts used in published reviews.

Dluznieski, Teri J.

http://tjmuir.com to find more great stories!

I want to say thank you to the people who have supported me along the way, in the writing of this story. In particular, the many authors and support groups that have helped me. Susan Kaye Quinn, Derek Murphy, Laxmi Hariharan, Jen Redmile, my many critique and beta-readers.

Chapter 1

Kijah rushed through the last of the weeding, knowing she would hear about it from her mother. But that would be later. She straightened up, and wiped her hands on her sweater. She’d probably hear about that, too. She sighed. It was never good enough. And she never had the patience to do the tedious maintenance. She didn’t exactly hate the small farm, nested into vacant building space on the lower side of the city. It just wasn’t very fun for her. As she looked around, making sure she hadn’t missed her bare minimum, she got a solid bump behind her knee, and her leg buckled.

Bumper! she exclaimed, turning around to deal with the silvery-grey nuisance. Goats kept more easily within the city than most livestock, but Bumper was a master escape artist and pest. She smiled as the yearling looked up at her with adoration in her eyes, and chard in her mouth. Kijah retrieved the poor greens, and tried to tuck them back into the soil. Then she dashed over to the shed, where she always kept an emergency can of grain, to bribe the little miscreant back over to the herd in the neighboring meadow.

Then she took one last look around, in a hurry now, before either of her parents showed up with ‘one more thing.’ Satisfied that she didn’t notice anything glaring at her, she ducked around the back shed, slung a light pack onto her back, and headed down the alley that led to the canals. She knew she had to be home by Nibbin’s fourth pass, to do evening chores. But the rest of the day was blissfully hers.

She broke into an easy run, muscles pumping a steady rhythm. The light spring breeze felt good, as she headed along the canal that led away from the city. She preferred the open areas and woods to the city lanes she used to run. Before long, she hit her stride, and felt the easy flowing rhythm that she knew from years of running. After a while, she thought she could even hear the trees singing. It was probably just the breeze through the leaves and the bamboo.

She wondered what the trees might be saying to her? Or maybe they just talked