The Perfect Tear
by Connie Lansberg
Genre: YA Fantasy Release Date: November 11th 2015
Summary from Goodreads:
Eleanor, a timid orphan, is a Singer. Her songs keep nature in balance, but when they are stolen from her the grey mist descends, and her world fails to thrive. This timid orphan is forced into a course of action she never asked for, nor envisioned. Eleanor grapples with crippling self-doubt and fear until she learns these are far more perilous than the physical dangers she faces moment to moment on her terrifying, puzzling and often funny search for The Perfect Tear, a crystal which contains the Third Vibration and able to heal the land. She is horrified to discover that she must defeat an inter-dimensional being or become his accomplice in the destruction of she loves.
But Eleanor is no savior, just a simple girl with strong instincts and she must learn to trust them. Just like the notes of a song must form connections to create a melody, Eleanor must discover the connections needed to create the harmony required to truly save her world.
The new soldiers, fresh off the ship, marched into the men’s camp. They looked
lean and mean, and carried with them several barrels of rum. The youngest was a skinny lad who’s ill-fitting uniform made him look like he was playing dress-up. He had a snarl on his lips, but his eyes betrayed him as they darted to and fro. Charles rested his hands on his hips and tried to ignore the knots in his stomach
. The original four, who had become slack over the years, had finally earned their passage home. What would they find when they returned? And why were he and these men still here, separated from their families and the home they loved?
He shifted his gaze to the small group of bedraggled conscripts. His chest felt tight and something inside him broke. These unfortunates would share this ongoing nightmare with him and it wasn’t fair. A flood of rage burned his throat and threatened to overwhelm him. He gritted his teeth. He must try something, anything to get these men back home, to find their families.
Charles forced himself to calm down. An idea flashed through his mind, not fully
formed, but he could work out the details later. Charles stepped forward and saluted the soldiers. The soldiers stuttered to a stop in front of him.
“Sir,” Charles said to the lieutenant,“I am charged with keeping your fires burning and the rum flowing. Do you wish for me to continue?”
He heard a murmur from the men behind him, for they knew the second half of this statement to be untrue. He hoped they wouldn’t give him away.
The soldiers looked at each other before the lieutenant barked at him.
“Yes. Continue. Now step back in line.” Charles obeyed, looking straight ahead. A young soldier approached the lieutenant with a question. Charles used the distraction to lean toward the man next to him. He lowered his voice to a whisper. “Back me up in all I say and do,” he said.“I have a plan.”
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