Her Black Wings (The Dark Amulet Series Book 1)

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HER BLACK WINGS

 

Book One of

The Dark Amulet Series

 

A.J. Norris

 

 

HER BLACK WINGS

 

Copyright © 2016 by A.J. Norris.

All rights reserved.

First Print Edition: July 2016

 

 

Limitless Publishing, LLC

Kailua, HI 96734

www.limitlesspublishing.com

 

Formatting: Limitless Publishing

 

ISBN-13: 978-1-68058-716-6

ISBN-10: 1-68058-716-1

 

No part of this book may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any printed or electronic form without permission. Please do not participate in or encourage piracy of copyrighted materials in violation of the author’s rights. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

 

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to locales, events, business establishments, or actual persons—living or dead—is entirely coincidental.

 

DEDICATION

 

For all those that dare to follow their dreams.

For those that don’t, what are you waiting for?

 

 

TABLE OF CONTENTS

 

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

CHAPTER NINETEEN

CHAPTER TWENTY

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

CHAPTER THIRTY

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE

CHAPTER FORTY

CHAPTER FORTY-ONE

CHAPTER FORTY-TWO

CHAPTER FORTY-THREE

CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR

CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE

CHAPTER FORTY-SIX

CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN

CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT

CHAPTER FORTY-NINE

CHAPTER FIFTY

CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE

CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO

CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE

CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR

CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE

CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX

CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN

CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT

CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE

CHAPTER SIXTY

CHAPTER SIXTY-ONE

CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO

CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE

CHAPTER SIXTY-FOUR

CHAPTER SIXTY-FIVE

CHAPTER SIXTY-SIX

CHAPTER SIXTY-SEVEN

CHAPTER SIXTY-EIGHT

CHAPTER SIXTY-NINE

CHAPTER SEVENTY

CHAPTER SEVENTY-ONE

CHAPTER SEVENTY-TWO

CHAPTER SEVENTY-THREE

CHAPTER SEVENTY-FOUR

CHAPTER SEVENTY-FIVE

CHAPTER SEVENTY-SIX

CHAPTER SEVENTY-SEVEN

CHAPTER SEVENTY-EIGHT

CHAPTER SEVENTY-NINE

CHAPTER EIGHTY

CHAPTER EIGHTY-ONE

CHAPTER EIGHTY-TWO

CHAPTER EIGHTY-THREE

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CHAPTER ONE

 

 

Amalya

 

I am nothing.

Stupidity always reigned supreme for Amalya. She stared at the receiver in her hand for a few seconds then whacked the handset on the phone three times. “God!”

Why did I call her? What did I think would be different?

The wind fluffed up the back of her coat and she shivered. Amalya wanted out of this place, out of this hell. She rested her forearm on the pay phone with her head pressed into the crook of her elbow. She made half-ass attempts to slap the side of the metal box. No one wanted her around;
she
didn’t even want her around. And the call to her sister only further solidified this fact.

A car pulled into the gas station where the pay phone was located on the corner of Who-knew-where and What-did-she-care. The brakes squeaked behind her. Amalya pivoted and found a silver car idling. The window slid down a couple of inches and the driver nodded once.

“Lost?” he asked.

She raised her brows.
How did he know? “I’m not looking to be found, or
saved
, buddy.”

“Hmm, not interested in that either. Got extra room. Case you need a ride.” He jerked his head at the passenger seat.

She looked around the empty parking lot in the early dawn and approached the lone car. The middle-aged man had the eyes of a crazy person. They bore through her, yet looked distant, removed somehow. The idea of getting into this stranger’s car comforted her. Her desire to live dwindled with every breath. “You got a name?”

“Reed.”

“Where you headed?” she asked. The question had been a formality on her part; the answer didn’t matter.

Amalya didn’t focus on the words, only his moving lips. A cracked red ring surrounded his mouth. He may have said, “Out of town.” or “Anywhere but here,” or maybe even, “There’s rope and an axe in my trunk.” It didn’t matter. Her life didn’t matter. He glanced over his shoulder into the back. Nothing but a bundle of blankets sat on the seat.

She sighed and reached for the door handle. Reed’s car smelled of motor oil and musty body odor, and Amalya pulled the collar of her coat up over her nose. She looked at him out of the corner of her eye. He didn’t acknowledge her mild complaint. How could he stand it?

Amalya sat in the front seat with her hands in the pockets of her coat, stolen from the Goodwill. She stared out the window. The buildings thinned and farmland came into view. She didn’t care where they were going, only that they were headed someplace else. The dreams she’d once had of starting over in a new city with a new identity hadn’t come true, nor would they ever. She didn’t want that; she just wanted this miserable life to end. The phone call to her sister played fresh in her mind. Her biting words had wounded her.

She and her sister had only spoken twice in the past six years, and the last time had been three years ago. The accidental meeting between them had been brief. Amalya had ducked into a library for a quiet place to rest as Genevieve had been leaving.

Amalya had pulled out the folded up business card her older sister had given to her then. She’d held her breath as she dialed the number, hoping her sister still worked at the same school. A woman answered on the third ring.

She squeezed her eyes shut. “May I speak to Genevieve Rivers please?”

“Genevieve?”

“Um, she still works…there…”

“Oh, I’m sorry, you mean, Genevieve Stevens.”

“Ah, yeah, yeah. I forget sometimes.”
Did Genie get married?

“She’s teaching a class right now. Can I take a message?” The woman’s voice was nauseatingly pleasant and Amalya couldn’t bear to be nasty.

“It’s a family emergency. I really need to speak to her. Is there any way—”

“Oh, hon, why didn’t you say so? I’ll page her right away.” The message-on-hold music played while she’d waited for her sister. At least she hoped Stevens was a married name.

A silver car turned the corner. The driver gawked at her as he pulled along the curb. She was unsure which one of them had done the actual staring.

“Hello?”

“Genie?” Amalya’s voice broke. “Please don’t hang up. I only called because…”
Why did I call?

“Amalya? Is that you?”

“Yeah, I dunno why I—shit.” Amalya didn’t cry and hadn’t for years, but despite this, she still had feelings.

“Is this an emergency?”

“N-No,” Amalya stammered.

Genie sighed into the phone. “Well, then I have to get back to my class before the students destroy the room.”

“God, you’re a mule. Can’t you at least tell me how you’re doing? How Mom and Dad are?”

“Do you really care about them…about me?”

Amalya’s eyes widened. “Why do you think I don’t care?”

“Amalya,” she sighed, “I don’t have time for this.”

“I just want to know you’re all right before…”

“Before what…what’s going on?”

“Nothing, it’s just I don’t know what’s going to happen to me, all right? I may never see you again.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Just… never mind.”

There was a long silence. That same car made another pass.

“Mom and Dad are fine. I got married and we have a daughter. She’s two.”

Oh, my God.
How could she be two already?

“W-what did you name her?”

“She’s named after our great-aunt. Now listen, I really need to get back to class and…”

Amalya heard her sister’s inhale. Genevieve was gearing up for something big.

Here it comes.

“I’ve had a long time to think about things since the last time I saw you. I can’t do this with you. I don’t wish for anything bad to happen to you. But I don’t want you to be a part of our lives. You can hate me if that makes you feel better.”

“Why would that make me feel better?”

Her sister had hung up on her without saying good-bye, fuck off or even kiss my ass, like Amalya probably would’ve.

The cold air inside Reed’s car seeped inside her coat. At first, the temperature had felt warmer compared to the outside. A chill settled out from the center of her body. Amalya exhaled out of her nose. The tendrils of white fog curled and meandered around her. She shivered.

“It’s cold in here. Don’t you have any—?”

“Nope. Heat’s broken,” Reed said.

“How’d you
know
what I was going to say?”

He grunted. She remembered the blanket sprawled over the backseat before she’d gotten into his beat up silver sedan. She turned and snatched a corner of it from the back.

“Don’t!”

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