Waylaid on a small moon called Farn

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Marie Judson

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Elf Stone of the Neyna

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Called by a strange and thrumming voice that cannot be shut out, Yanda deserts everything--her small daughter, her post as surgeon, her life on Planet Alland. Pulled across the universe, her ship is waylaid by the dark mage, Kridenit (“Krid”), who collects those with talents. Though she’s had the ability to see through, into bodies, past walls, since childhood, she’s never known the extent of her powers. Now, owned by Krid, needed by the Elves, she must find a way out of the Terlond Citadel to help prevent Krid from obtaining the great Elf Stone of the Neyna and fulfilling his nefarious plans for them all.

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Marie Judson is a Northern California native. She has Masters degrees in depth psychology, education and communication, has taught college and served as editor for scholarly journals. Now she teaches high school. She’s been a fantasy reader since her teens and is especially drawn to mind powers and the magic of ancient writing, symbols and sentient beings. She also studies archetypes and the unconscious. Marie loves singing harmony and tries to grow vegetables. Follow her at mariejudson.com

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Waylaid on a small moon called Farn

Yanda has been called from everything she knows: her position as surgeon on Planet Alland, her family, her life until now. Why is she imprisoned with nine other females? Does something tie them together?

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Elf Stone of the Neyna

Yanda’s eyes widened as they passed caged humans and other human-like beings of varied appearances, one, two, three … She thought she counted nine. Their eyes followed her.

The uniformed escorts shoved her into the last barred cell. When the enclosure sealed, they left. Yanda stood in the center of the small, barred enclosure, and felt for her ID, comm unit, money. Nothing. Wobbly, she collapsed onto a narrow, hard bed at the side, dropped her head against the wall and closed her eyes.

“What name haff you?”

A tall, thin creature—Yanda thought female—peered through the bars from the cell across from hers. In the low lighting, Yanda made out what appeared to be feathered skin.

“I’m Yanda.” So she did know her name. At least she remembered that much. She stayed seated, feeling ill. “You?”

“I person Aktat” The bird-woman—a Jejod, Yanda thought—spoke with clicking noises, pressing a long, bony hand to her chest.
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