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by Pepper North


  “What can I do? I’ll be glad to cover her hospital bills and for treatment,” Jack said immediately. His remote demeanor gave people who didn’t know him well the impression that he was uncaring. Those close to him knew better.

  “Thank you. That will be a good start to saving her,” Matt answered with relief.

  “Why do I think there’s more?” Jack asked smirking.

  “She’s a lost Little. She needs a Daddy. She needs both physical support and emotional support. I don’t think one Daddy would be enough. I immediately thought of you and Dylan. You’ve been looking for a Little for a long time. Will you come meet her? She might be the right one for you both,” Matt asked with his fingers crossed. Jack and Dylan would be taking a big risk. They could become emotionally intertwined with this sick Little girl and there were no guarantees that she would make it. He thought of the small Little girl lost in the covers of the hospital bed. The cast on her right arm was almost larger than her body. Her color wasn’t good, but her spirits were decimated by the abandonment of her Daddy.

  “I’m turning around the car. What room is she in?” Jack asked without hesitation.

  “She in 623. Her name is Penelope. Thanks, Jack. I know it’s a long shot but somehow I know you all are fated to be together,” Matt said with a smile. Maybe there was hope for the Little girl. He said a quick goodbye and headed to his nursery to look down on the sweet, sleeping face of his precious Little, Zoey. He couldn’t imagine life without her.

  Keep reading for an excerpt from Pepper North’s new series The Magic of Twelve

  Excerpt from The Magic of Twelve: Violet

  Prologue

  Garrick opened his hands as if opening a book. A light appeared to rest of his palms. He blew softly on it and it grew in response until it was a foot square. “Watch carefully. This is the history of the first Sorcerer of Bairn.”

  She was fascinated by the light and watched in amazement as it swirled with colors before turning into moving pictures. She watched as a strong male figure emerged from a fog. He conjured a large medieval home and slowly filled it with all types of wonders. But the mood was grey, and his face was sad. One day, he opened the door to find a large white flower bud laying on the step devoid of color. He lifted it with ease and took it inside. Placing it on the table, he noticed that each time he touched the budded blossom, a hint of color would burst through the whiteness only to fade when he removed his fingers. Intrigued, he sat and cradled the blossom between his large hands. He was shocked to find the bud not only turning colors but warming in his grip. For twenty-two days, he held the bud in his hands as it began to blossom and spread its petals. On the twenty-second day, the final petals curled open revealing a beautiful young woman inside. His joy was palpable as he lifted her carefully from the blossom which began to wither instantly.

  His new companion was weak and unable to care for herself. He wrapped her tenderly in a diaper and warm clothing. The sorcerer coaxed her to drink from a bottle to gain her strength. As the young woman blossomed and grew stronger, the sorcerer found his powers and strength increasing as well. Their love for each other grew with each passing day. It was the sorcerer’s infinite joy to care for all his love’s needs just as if one would care for a baby unable to fend for itself. The young woman was very wise and simply enjoyed the loving closeness with her mate. The pictures ended with a final reminder of the white bud appearing magically on the sorcerer’s step.

  Garrick closed his hands and raised them to press his palms toward Violet. A white fog spread from his palms to enwrap her warmly. “You are mine and I am yours, Violet. You are my destined one and I have been waiting for you since your conception. As have all the Sorcerers of Bairn past and present, I will care for you completely.”

  Coming soon: The Magic of Twelve: Marigold

 

 

 


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