Sunday, September 9, 2018

Rana: Teenage Queen by Liza O'Connor

The Power of ‘Return’

While Rana has a plethora of spells to make her strong, one of her favorite spells is one that requires no potions nor sprinkling of substances. It is simply stating the word ‘Return’. It is so powerful, that she need only whisper it and whatever was being sent her way would reverse and go back to the sender, only a hundred times more potent.

Thus, when General Hack declared the tower had been overrun by the enemy and ordered his men to fire upon it, sending a massive quantity of arrows into the tower, killing her father, she orders the arrows to ‘return’, then realizing her soldiers had only followed the general’s order, she amended her order, “All to General Hack.” And soon after, the general became a pin-cushion ball of arrows.


Rana is only sixteen when she becomes queen. Her first challenge is to quell an internal coup while a massive army storms the gates of her castle. Her enemies believe her to be a child, but she has powers they’ve never suspected. She also has great dreams for her people, and she will do whatever is necessary to make them happen, even marrying a prince she does not want.

Rana finally got a chance to meet the general’s daughter on the journey back to Stronghold. She, Cara, and Lilth shared the iron carriage.

Cara soon fell asleep, her head in Rana’s lap. Rana’s hand absentmindedly stroked the girl’s hair.

“Is she your pet?” Lilth asked.

“What? No! She’s my maid.”

“You treat her like a spoiled pet.”

“She is very young. Too young for her job, but she has been a great comfort to me during this last month. Thus, I treat her with love and kindness.”

Lilth stared out a window slate. “You treat her better than her mother did, I imagine. With such a soft heart, I wonder how you’ve accomplished so much.” She then faced Rana. “Nor do I understand how Mother failed to defeat you.”

“God protects me.”

She snorted. “There is no God. You know that as well as I. Your power comes from fairy magic. We both know that.”

“Your mother was a fairy?” Rana asked.

“As am I. As are you. Only you seem far more powerful than me, even though I am three years older. I don’t understand why.”

“What sort of things did your mother teach you?”

“Thousands of ways to kill a person.”

Rana felt sorry for the girl. “My mother taught me to be one with God. To help Him heal sickness, grow plants, and protect oneself from harm. My strength comes from God.”

“Yet, you murdered my brothers.”

“No. I simply returned their gift. Had they sent me gold coins, they would be rich now.”


About the Author
Liza O’Connor lives in Denville, NJ with her dog Jess. They hike in fabulous woods every day, rain or shine, sleet or snow. Having an adventurous nature, she learned to fly small Cessnas in NJ, hang-glide in New Zealand, kayak in Pennsylvania, ski in New York, scuba dive with great white sharks in Australia, dig up dinosaur bones in Montana, sky dive in Indiana, and raft a class four river in Tasmania. She’s an avid gardener, amateur photographer, and dabbler in watercolors and graphic arts. Yet through her entire life, her first love has and always will be writing novels.

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