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Life by Amaris Chapman
is a teenager with a secret. The strangest part of her life isn’t that she
works in a graveyard—it’s the fact that her best friend is an Angel named Dina.
They have lived thousands of years together, but as a mortal, Maggie must die,
leaving Dina to find her in each new life and start again.
has been setting fires, and the town is ablaze—literally. Someone or something
is fueling the flames, and one of the suspects is the devilishly handsome
Justin. With the memories of past lives coming back to her and Justin vying for
her attention, Maggie may get more than she bargained for.
Amaris lives in Canberra, Australia. Since a young age she
has written Young adult fiction in order to give her characters a voice and
ensure her stories end with a bang.
Currently working as a Librarian she enjoys reading fiction
about strong heroines with kickass attitudes who don't laydown and surrender in
the face of a fight.
I felt as weightless as if I were made of light. I gasped
and felt us drifting, and then the cool salty smell of ocean air washed over
me. I looked down. We were sitting on the rail of a lighthouse overlooking the
small dots of light, which marked a town nestled in the hills. Then I looked up
and gasped. Stretched out above us was a vast expanse of glowing sky, each star
as bright as a lamp sweeping across a great black expanse. My mouth fell open
as I gazed in wonder at the universe stretching out above me. How was this
possible? The sky felt unlimited.
“Where are we?” I asked still gripping her hand and holding
on to the rail as tightly as I could with the other my face turned up to the
pale moon above us.
“We used to live here. This is the tower you were talking
I looked back at the twinkling lights, which ran from the
water’s edge and up what looked to be, in the dark, a hill surrounded by
“This is the town from the fire painting you are making.” I
could make out the main street, which snaked through the hills. The line of
lights at the bottom must mark the dock and jetty, which had doubled in size
from the time that Dina remembered it in her painting.
“But this is in another country. We came here, my family and
I, when I was little. It took us a day to get here by plane.” I looked at her
in awe. Knowing she was an angel was one thing; I had even seen the ghostly
shape of her wings. But to be at home one minute then, as fast as I could think
it, be in another country almost sitting in a sky that seemed to just envelope
us was unbelievable.
“I’m light, remember?” she said, her strong voice hushed by
the wind that raced up from the waves. “I travel as light and air.”
“But I’m not, how did…no, I don’t care. This is incredible.”
My voice trailed off as I took in the true magic of where I was. No lights
obscured the sky, and the stars stretched out in a blanket of white light above
us. Dina closed my mouth with a finger under my chin. I laughed but didn’t take
my eyes from the sky. In all my life I had never seen anything so beautiful. My
blocked head and fever forgotten, I sat surrounded by the sounds of the ocean
and air crashing together. It was as I shivered that I remembered I was ill.
“I’ll be back in a moment,” Dina said.
Before I could ask what she was doing she had launched
herself from the railing. I rocked forwards to catch her in a reflex and almost
fell from the narrow rail. As I watched, the light shape of her body rose, the
ghostly outline of her wings bright in the night sky. Her light darted to the
town so fast she looked like nothing more than a reflection in the lighthouse’s
turning lamp. I watched until the town's lights swallowed hers then gazed out
over the sea.
From my seat, I could hardly make out the white of the waves
breaking on the rocks at the base of the small island the lighthouse stood on.
A wave of fear swelled in my chest as I looked down. My
blood left my face and rushed to my heart. I took a deep breath to calm myself,
telling my body that it was being silly and that Dina wouldn’t have brought me
here if I could have fallen. My body rebelled; my pulse quickened, and I could
feel my heart pounding in my chest. I fought to keep breathing, taking deep
breaths to try to calm myself. I knew I should just look up or close my eyes,
but I was too scared that if I looked away it might somehow make me fall. My
hands tightened on the rail, the cold metal biting into my palms. In my head I
called out to Dina to hurry up and get back. I couldn’t bring myself to look up
and see where she was. My body was rigid, even the cool wind that had been
soothing just moments before now threatened to knock me from my perch. My thoughts
scrambled, as I imagined myself falling and smashing like porcelain on the
rocks. I could see my body lying broken below, the waves knocking me off into