Estelle woke. Surreal streamers of color swirled behind her eyelids. Her head felt dizzy and her stiff body ached. Questions crawled into her mind. What had happened? Where was she? Who was she?
She cracked her eyes open. A white blur filled her field of vision. She tried to rub her eyes, but her hand was fastened at the wrist. Wriggling each part of her body, she discovered cold metal bands pinning her forehead, her arms and legs. Fear shivered through her tethered body and her mind whirled in confusion.
Fighting off panic, she forced herself into a wary calm. Gradually, her vision cleared and memories crept back. She was Estelle Wright. Seventeen years old, on her way to college.
What had happened to her? More memories crowded into her foggy mind. Images flashed, a black cat pouncing at her, an orange warning sign, a white horse rearing into explosions of green and white light. Spotty, the dappled mare, had ridden into a deafening blast on the army firing range.
Was she in a hospital? Estelle stared up. Curved glass enclosed her body. Above the transparent cylinder, glossy lines decorated the white ceiling. Her gaze traveled along the interleaved spiral paths. Blinking, she wrenched her eyes away from the hypnotic patterns.
Voices drifted to her ears from outside her room. They seemed to be discussing her.
“She is very young for the activation.” A woman’s impassive voice, judging by the high pitch.
The gruff voice of a man said, “Can we trust a native like her? Our need is urgent. We are so few and the enemy grows more intrusive.”
Estelle held her breath, intent on listening to the conversation.
A second man said, “She is not the first, nor the youngest. She is nearly eighteen.” The nasal twang hit a familiar chord. The image of his sullen face and black ponytail flew into her mind, Toby, the hunky young man with the motorbike. What was he doing in this strange place? Curiosity dampened her fears and sharpened her hearing.
The first man asked, “What do you know of this girl, Tobarian?”
“She is paired with a mare as her Farleon companion.” Toby’s twang again. Was his name really Tobarian?
“Excellent! Set her free and watch for her powers to emerge. We need every recruit for our cause.” The man in charge sounded enthusiastic.
The woman said, “Sol Farleon, the girl may wake soon. We expected her to be unconscious for at least twenty-four hours. But, she keeps rousing and must be dosed back to sleep. Her body requires time to adapt to the transformation. The next cycle will finish in two minutes.”
“We don’t want her to eavesdrop on our conversation. Activate the block and we’ll leave her to your ministrations, Mir Celeste,” the older man ordered.
“I’ll start the wake cycle,” the woman said. Their voices faded. Estelle assumed they had muted the sound in some manner.
Fledgling superhero, Starrella, and her flying horse combat vicious villains in the skies of Atalanta.
The quiet summer before her freshman year turns frighteningly weird after Estelle Wright trespasses onto an Army base. Blown into the air and knocked unconscious, she wakes with a nascent superpower. Not to mention a winged horse with a snarky attitude and a mind of her own.
Back home in Atalanta, a serial killer is targeting the students at Goldman University. Before long she must juggle college classes with sneaking out of the house after dark to battle alien monsters. Estelle’s life is in danger, but who can she trust: handsome Captain Copper from military intelligence, or hunky Toby, the tough gangster with a motorbike? Both men have secret agendas, but falling in love is not in their plans.
Young adult superheroes, quirky animal sidekicks, aliens amongst us, and a sweet romance enliven this fun adventure. Book 1 of the Secret Supers.
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Aurora Springer is a scientist morphing into a novelist. She has a PhD in molecular biophysics and discovers science facts in her day job. She has invented adventures in weird worlds for as long as she can remember. In 2014, Aurora achieved her life-long ambition to publish her stories. Her works are character-driven romances set in weird worlds described with a sprinkle of humor. Some of the stories were composed thirty years ago. She was born in the UK and lives in Atlanta with her husband, a dog and two cats to sit on the keyboard. Her hobbies, besides reading and writing, include outdoor activities like gardening, watching wildlife, hiking and canoeing.