The Sidekick Chronicles

By Stacey Rourke

Celeste isn't the only member of the Garrett family whose life changed when destiny called. Every sidekick has their tale and in this Gryphon Series short the spotlight is turned on Kendall, Grams and even Gabe. Get an inside look at the hilarious stress that goes along with being a...sidekick.

Sidekicks...ya can't live with 'em and you'd probably die horribly without 'em.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Anchor Group
• Release date: Jan 3, 2013

Stacey Rourke

RONE Award Winner for Best YA Paranormal Work of 2012 for Embrace, a Gryphon Series Novel Young Adult and Teen Reader voted Author of the Year 2012 Turning Pages Magazine Winner for Best YA book of 2013 & Best Teen Book of 2013  Readers' Favorite Silver Medal Winner for Crane 2015 Stacey Rourke is the author of the award winning YA Gryphon Series, the chillingly suspenseful Legends Saga, the romantic comedy Reel Romance Series, and twisted fairy tale Unfortunate Soul Chronicles. She lives in Michigan with her husband, two beautiful daughters, and two giant dogs. She loves to travel, has an unhealthy shoe addiction, and considers herself blessed to make a career out of talking to the imaginary people that live in her head.  Visit her on Facebook at www.facebook.com/staceyrourkeauthor or on Twitter or instagram @Rourkewrites.

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The Sidekick Chronicles;

Volume One

A Gryphon Series Novella

By Stacey Rourke

Published by Anchor Group

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Copyright 2012

Published by Anchor Group Publishing

Edited by Melissa Ringsted

Cover by K.C. Designs

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Dedication;

To the Condu-nuts. I love you all, ya beautiful freaks!

Keni’s Turn

I soared through the air, the wind whipping my cheeks rosy—which was great because I forgot to touch up my blush. Gusts of air tickled through my feathers with each flap of my ivory wings. Yeah, I can, like, totally fly. Cool, huh? I normally loved these moments when I could let my inner eagle stretch her wings, but today was not a normal day. I held the strap of the nylon bag, containing my adorable pink strappy sandals, between my teeth so I could use both hands to fiddle with my hair. One hand curled a section into a tight blonde pin curl. With the other I retrieved a bobby pin from where they were stuck to the top of my dress and pinned the curl in place. The wind helped out by holding my hair back. I had wanted an entire afternoon of primping and preparing before the Homecoming Dance, but of course that didn’t happen. Some uber nasty demon with a name I couldn’t pronounce had to pick this day of all days to attack. It was releasing some gross, smelly chemical that brought tears to my eyes and could apparently kill with its stink if you breathed it in for too long. Our Spirit Guide, Bernard, can call that thing whatever he wants, I know a Fart Demon when I meet one and that’s exactly what that thing was. Silent, but deadly—literally.

So it was goodbye day of beauty, hello epic—but