Prince of the Tower (WINGS AND WHISPERS #1) by Aimee Clinton EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Aimee Clinton
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Go Camping, They Said…
If there was one thing I hated on this stupid planet, it was spiders.
Actually, as of last night, I hated two things; spiders and camping. As
luck would have it, those two seemed to go hand in hand.
Squinting, I peered into the shadowy depths of the cave, nerves jangling
in anticipation of a many-legged, hairy monstrosity crawling out of the
depths of hell. Nothing stirred, but that was no guarantee. Where spiders
were concerned, it was always wise to play it safe.
As for camping, it had seemed a good idea at the time; a fun way to spend
a weekend with friends, relaxing and drinking away the stresses of the last
few weeks of university. And, best of all, cheap. I’d spent the last five years
counting pennies as I slogged my way through veterinary school, but now,
it was finally over. Graduation loomed, and then I’d be able to get a real
job, earn real money, and take a real holiday. Until then, roughing it in a
field was the best I could do, and with every passing hour, I regretted that
decision more and more.
After a horrendous night of flapping canvas and freezing damp, followed
by a brutally early start and several hours of hiking, my darkest fears were
realised. The so-called Fairy Glen, the apparent highlight of our trip, was
nothing more than a stagnant pond and a few dark, smelly caves. Judging
by the stench of piss radiating from one damp side cavern, the glen was also
home to a local tramp.
I toyed with my necklace, rubbing the pad of my thumb over the sharp
point of the golden initial. A sideways A for Aliza. A character from my
favourite show had worn one just like it, and for the first time in my life, I’d
been glad of the unique spelling of my name when Mum and Dad had
bought me the very same necklace for my twenty-first birthday. I wore it
every day. Not only was it pretty and unusual, but it gave me something to
fiddle with when I was nervous, like now.
“I bet you wish you were still in the tent, moisturising all that leg,” my
best friend Abby drawled from where she perched on a large rock, glancing
at my tanned legs which were barely covered by my scandalously skimpy
denim shorts.
She knew me well enough to know I’d actually rather drain a dog’s anal
glands without gloves than go into that cave. I knew her well enough to
know she felt the same, even if she had chosen a different discipline and
would never suffer the stench of a dog’s bottom. She would suffer the
stench of the cave though. If I had to go in, I wouldn’t go alone.
Missing the point entirely, Isobel said, “She had to make sure she looked
gorgeous for the fairy prince. The legend says that he’ll marry the woman
who wakes him.”
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