A New Day
Eleven-year-old Human slave Miona is drawn into a spy game against her aristocrat class bully and his gang, in this opening to the sci-fi fantasy A Charmers’ World. Her furry slave friends join in, but to get them all out of the game alive, Miona will need all her wits, her keen sword fighting skills, and a very special talent she didn’t know she had. More
In this opening to A Charmers' World, Miona shows how easily she can get in trouble and wreak havoc in her master’s house.
A New Day is the prologue to the series, with an extensive sample of Shadows on the School Grounds, book 1 in the series, where Miona gets trapped into playing a spying game against an unsavory boy from her class, and his just as unsavory friends.
When the game turns more dangerous than she expected, she finds herself at risk of ruining her master's career and derailing a fragile peace between the planet's main species--without mentioning just getting killed.
She couldn’t make any more mistakes. The last one had cost her a painful blow on her right arm, and she’d barely managed to disengage and run away. She only owed her life to the pond, which Darveena hadn’t dared follow her into. It was only knee-deep where she had crossed it, but that was too much for the water-wary Trowan girl.
Now her only way to capitalize on her advantage was to circle her opponent and attack her from the rear. And the only way to do this without Darveena seeing her was to leave the park and go through the house. If she made her move now. The kitchens were right behind, just a few trees away. Without further thinking, she ran to the last tree, looked around one last time, and jumped behind a large garbage crate. Then she rushed through an open door that let out the usual clatter of pots and kitchenware, as well as the shouts from the chef.
“Hey, what are you doing here? You’re not on kitchen duty yet!”
“Just going through, Paolo.”
“And you’re wet!” More red came to the cheeks of the rotund chef—they were always a little red, what with the heat from the cooking range and his frequent outbursts. “Out!”
Miona sidestepped the large man and ducked under his outstretched arm, narrowly avoiding a big spoon coated with sauce.