The Sisterhood: Episode One: The Sisterhood, #1

By Tali Inlow

Autumn Parish never wanted to be a hero. But as she treks across the desolate Midwest years after the collapse of society, a hero is exactly what she's become: a SHEPHERD, weaving magic from words and guiding people between this life and the next.

 

Summer Norwood rules a wild outpost on the outskirts of what used to be Phoenix, but her grasp on power is fragile. As the SHERIFF, she has a massive target on her back. With evil brewing, she vows not to go down without a fight.

 

In their childhoods, both were students at the Whitmore School for Girls in Appalachia, an elite and intensely secretive SCHOOL where young women were taught how to conquer the world. Those who attended became part of the Sisterhood, a network spanning the globe, their influence and power unparalleled.

 

Desire drew Autumn and Summer together from different worlds, taking them from enemies to lovers at Whitmore. But betrayal ultimately tore them apart. Twenty-five years later, when Autumn receives a magical summons drawing her west, she never expected to be reunited with the woman who betrayed her all those years before. But when Autumn realizes that other members of their Sisterhood are in danger, she may have to put their past where it belongs, teaming up with Summer to save them all.

 

***The Sisterhood is a serialized speculative fiction adventure. Start with EPISODE ONE to discover kick-ass heroines surviving at the end of the world and bonds of friendship and love built to overcome any obstacle. For fans of The 100, Into the Badlands, or Mad Max: Fury Road.***  

• Language: English
• Publisher: Two Is Enough Publishing, LLC
• Release date: Nov 2, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393587927

Tali Inlow

Tali Inlow is an up-and-coming author of queer speculative fiction. 

Book preview

THE JOURNEY OF THE SISTERHOOD

THIS IS A SERIALIZED saga—be sure to check the links at the back of the book to continue the journey!

THE SHEPHERD

AUTUMN HOPE PARISH is awake well before the sun has shone down on the desolate bit of earth where she’s spent the night. She’s been staring at the makeshift ceiling for some time, taking in every gap in the wood, every haphazard tin patch. Luckily for the woman who lives here, they’re still in the mildest part of the year. But if she doesn’t seal up those cracks within the next few months, the midyear acid rain baths will be a real problem.

Thinking of the woman who had shared her home, her meager food and supplies, and her bed, Autumn glances to her side. The woman’s complexion is pale but streaked with the sort of grime none of them out here in the desert can seem to rid themselves of over time. Her skin is pockmarked and scarred like so many of them have become over the years since the End. The blanket they’ve shared in the night—so threadbare as to be more a suggestion of warmth than a practical way of achieving it—is down below both of their bellybuttons, giving Autumn an unobstructed view of the woman’s naked chest. The woman’s hair, unlike Autumn’s, is in a wild mess around her shoulders, cascading across her breasts. Autumn left hers piled in