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While recovering from her jaunt in the wilderness with Quinn and the Birthday Aches and Pains surprise, Kessa meets Malieous, who apprises her of the ceremony that will announce Captain York’s successor. But it turns out the ceremony has more than one revelation.   Audio version of, The Thief's Tale, written and read by Meena Mason. Copyright © Meena Mason   Excerpt: Casually scrutinizing the guard, Kessa and Quinn followed, awed by the sheer size of the tent’s interior, plus the amount of people already crowded within. With a slight gesture, Malieous ushered them to a long, wooden bench with just enough room for the two of them to sit comfortably. After they were seated, Malieous strode toward an entourage of important looking people surrounding a raised platform.

Narrowly escaping two harrowing entrapments should be cause for elation, jubilation even, but for Kessa it’s the opposite. Perhaps it has to do with her family and friends forgetting her birthday. Or did they? Maybe her friends have cooked something up that she won’t forget. Audio version of, The Thief's Tale, written and read by Meena Mason. Copyright © Meena Mason Excerpt: She spent several moments contemplating this before bitterly complaining, “All I can say is it isn’t the way I planned to celebrate my eighteenth birthday; that’s for sure.” Thomas’ steps temporarily slowed; Kessa chalked it up to the revelation that yesterday had been her birthday. Thomas, like her sister, like Quinn, like everyone had forgotten her birthday. Big surprise! “I don’t think I’ll acknowledge my birthday again. Why should I celebrate the day I was born? No one else does...” she was about to continue but her voice caught in her throat. Blasted emotions!

What’s the popular saying for escaping one dangerous situation only to face a worse one? Out of the frying pan into the fire is certainly an apt idiom for the circumstances Kessa finds herself in upon waking up the morning after fleeing her kidnappers. Audio version of, The Thief's Tale, written and read by Meena Mason. Copyright © Meena Mason Excerpt: While the trap hadn’t completely crippled her, it had certainly lamed her. The night’s rainstorm provided slippery footing as well. Those factors, in addition to the soreness the king’s beating afforded, affected her normally expeditious pace. Regrettably (for Kessa), the chase was now on a level playing field. Perhaps the odds were on the brothers’ side since she had no idea where she was either.

An evening of celebration takes an unexpected turn when Kessa and Quinn are kidnapped. How will they get out of this pickle?   Audio version of, The Thief's Tale, written and read by Meena Mason. Copyright © Meena Mason   Excerpt: Suddenly, Quinn was sucked under the water and when he didn’t resurface that certainly sped up Kessa’s limbs. Nearing the spot where he’d disappeared, Kessa felt something wrap around her ankle, yanking at her. She kicked and struggled as more tendrils wrapped around her legs, pulling her under. The water muffled her shrill scream. Furiously, she fought whatever had grabbed her but to no avail. It seemed the more she struggled the more it tightened its tentacles around her.

Turning eighteen is usually a celebratory time – a time to one day look back on and sigh with pleasant nostalgia. Not so for the young spy. Her eighteenth birthday was anything but a day to look back on with a smile.   Audio version of, The Thief's Tale, written and read by Meena Mason. Copyright © Meena Mason   Excerpt: The sun rose hot and volatile on Kessa’s eighteenth birthday. So far, the summer had been a real scorcher. The grass was brown and brittle, even the trees wilted. Rumours that crops would soon suffer irreparable damage were rampant. People performed their daily chores predawn when the temperature was tolerable. Once the sun rose, the streets and markets were drained, everyone trying to stay cool in their homes or by some form of water. The city’s fountain was swarmed with mother’s, letting their tots play in the cool water. Passersby watched the children playing and didn’t hesitate to splash some of the water on their faces or even dunk their entire heads in. Sadly, even the fountain was beginning to run low as were the city’s wells. The situation was becoming dire.

A sound beating – probably an understatement! At least, Kessa is no longer in the dark about Casyius’ punishment. Battered and bloody, she makes her way to the doctor’s office (Thomas in tow) to not only seek healing but also to discover Charlo’s true fate.   Audio version of, The Thief's Tale, written and read by Meena Mason. Copyright © Meena Mason Excerpt: Loman almost bumped into a blue haired girl as he rounded the corner. Thomas recognized Torrent, the girl Kessa had defeated to win Mud Mania. A malevolent smile was plastered on her fierce face, and her knuckles were swollen and bloody. There was some blood splattered on her tunic, too, and, as was the case with the blood on her hands, it wasn’t hers. Thomas made eye contact with her as she passed; it wasn’t something he’d want to repeat.

Casyius’ malicious cunning is revealed. Can the relationship between Thomas and Kessa ever recover from the damage caused? Never mind that, it seems that Casyius has more in store for the young, determined spy. Will she ever recover? Audio version of, The Thief's Tale, written and read by Meena Mason. Copyright © Meena Mason Excerpt: With a fierce snarl, Kessa lunged forward, her chair scraping against the floor with the effort. “Retract those claws, kitten. Nothing’s been done yet. I’m simply jogging your memory to your sworn allegiance…

Kessa says goodbye to Fervour and heads for Cyrene, hoping that Casyius will overlook her decision to defy him. One can always hope, right?   Audio version of, The Thief's Tale, written and read by Meena Mason. Copyright © Meena Mason   Excerpt: “Kessa?” She blinked open her eyes and looked up into Aquestria’s concerned face. “Are you all right?” Aquestria asked. Sitting up, Kessa glanced around. Realizing she was in the middle of the road where she’d first seen the dog, only there was no dog now, she shook her head - mystified. Helping her up, Aquestria pressed, “Why were you lying in the middle of the road?”     

All the sweat, blood, bruises, sprains, and tears bestowed during Mud Mania would hardly be worth it if there weren’t a magnificent celebration at the conclusion.   Audio version of, The Thief's Tale, written and read by Meena Mason. Copyright © Meena Mason   Excerpt: “Did you take any strange substances at the party?” Charlo questioned. “You watched your plate and goblet closely, right?”                 Incredulous, Kessa blurted, “Yes! Routine, doctor.” “You didn’t bump your head while swimming or anything, did you?” “No!” “Hmm.” “Come on, Charlo. Spill the beans. Your secret’s safe with me.” Her face scrunched up in confusion, Charlo said, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”  

Mud Mania is all wrapped up with a pretty, little crown on top. Time for the winner to step onto that center podium and wear that crown. Goodness - what winners have to endure!   Audio version of, The Thief's Tale, written and read by Meena Mason. Copyright © Meena Mason   Excerpt: The king stood up, waiting for the crowd to quiet prior to pompously traipsing down to the podiums. The mayor of Fervour and one of his councilmen, draped in colourful regalia that reminded Kessa of peacocks, trailed the king, ceremoniously carrying the silken cushions that pillowed the medals and the crown.

Mud Mania is drawing to a close. But before the conclusion of an exciting and action-packed tournament, Kessa has a difficult decision to make. Will she satisfy the king or follow her heart and her integrity? Audio version of, The Thief's Tale, written and read by Meena Mason. Copyright © Meena Mason Excerpt: The final day of competition arrived much too quickly, in Kessa’s opinion. The remaining six wrestlers and their standings were: Candy Cane, Violet Crush, Torrent, Blue Dawn, Pine Cone, and Clare. In Mud Mania’s history only three other competitors had held the title of undefeated. Kessa was proud of her first place standing and her undefeated status. Violet Crush, Torrent, and Pine Cone were the only competitors that had come close to beating her. That morning while travelling to the competition, Charlo had warned that there was plenty a slip twixt a cup and a lip. Kessa had, with a wink, thanked her for voicing her confidence in Candy Cane.

An invitation to dinner is usually a welcome delight for Kessa. Food is, after all, her best and favourite ally. Hayland Green’s dinner invitation, however, borders a precarious pitfall. Should she fail to keep her identity secret, it could spell disaster. But if one thing is for certain, fully occupied dinner tables are as loaded with secrets as they are with food and conversation. All Kessa has to do is steer the secret unravelling conversation away from her. Easy for a clever spy, right?   Audio version of, The Thief's Tale, written and read by Meena Mason. Copyright © Meena Mason   Excerpt: In that instant, Hayland, Pantheus, and the servants morphed into a pack of ravenous wolves – in her mind. Her hand jerked toward where her dagger normally was as she envisioned fighting off the furry beasts just for a swig, and, boy, would she savour it. But she was not in the forest nor was she facing down any vicious animals. She was sitting at a civilized dining table pretending to be someone she wasn’t. All for the sake of keeping her identity secret and Pantheus safe; there wasn’t much she wouldn’t do to keep him safe.

Particularly good spies discover the most secretive of plots and schemes, which Kessa (a particularly good spy) has done. Discovery is only a slice of a spy’s assignment pie, however. Now, Kessa gets to prove just how good a spy she is by how she twists this particular plot to her advantage.   Audio version of, The Thief's Tale, written and read by Meena Mason. Copyright © Meena Mason   Excerpt: Kessa dodged the tiny throwing stars flying in her direction. She avoided the one aimed at her head and felt a sharp jab in her side. Glancing down, she saw the shiny star, its points imbedded in her skin. Ripping it free, she tossed it back at the figure leaping toward her.

Teaser for Chapter 13 of The Thief's Tale by Meena Mason

Mud Mania has begun. Kessa’s mud wrestling skills will not be the solitary skills put to the test, particularly when an unexpected spectator shows up on the royal dais. Triumph in the mucky ring is a possible tick on Kessa’s ever growing to do list.        Audio version of, The Thief's Tale, written and read by Meena Mason. Copyright © Meena Mason   Excerpt: Pantheus’ blue eyes met Kessa’s, and suddenly her heart was pounding, and her knees felt weak. “Good luck out there,” he said. Charlo, perceiving Kessa’s temporary paralysis – an odd response to Lord Aguilon’s felicitations – thanked Pantheus, hooked Kessa’s arm, and whisked her over to the competitor’s benches where they sat down. “Are you sure everything’s okay?” she asked earnestly. “You don’t seem your usual self.” Her cheeks flushing as pink as her companion’s hair, Kessa replied faintly, “You have no idea.”

Consequences are Kessa’s least favourite force of nature. You reap what you sow is an expression that only tickles her fancy when it’s a good harvest. Certainly, not alone there; she is alone in sneaking into Cyrene’s dungeon and living to tell the tale, though telling the tale was never on her to do list, and for good reason. Although mum was the word, Clandestine Services caught wind of it (duh), and she must bide her time while they decide just what those consequences will be. Audio version of, The Thief's Tale, written and read by Meena Mason. Copyright © Meena Mason Excerpt: The grin wiped clean off her face, Kessa looked at the ground wishing it would open up and swallow her whole. Had she really realized the gravity of what she’d done? Not one bit!

Once again, displaying that her emotions often get the better of her, Kessa strides impetuously into a bad decision. Having snuck into Cyrene’s infamous dungeons, she’s chosen to go head-to-head with the dungeon keeper. Should she be at all surprised when he makes the best of the situation – at her expense?   Audio version of, The Thief's Tale, written and read by Meena Mason. Copyright © Meena Mason   Excerpt: Kessa had snuck through the various levels of Acara’s infamous prison undetected, until she’d finally located the dungeon keepers’ office. Concealed in a dark, dank fold of rock, just outside the office door, she’d stopped, the conundrum of what exactly she’d planned to do once there hitting her like a ton of bricks.

Teaser for Chapter 12 of The Thiefs Tale

Actually, excited about preparing for her next assignment, Kessa is ready for training. But when a wrench or two is thrown into the mix, she finds herself unbalanced and decides to rush headlong down a path she will come to regret.   Audio version of, The Thief's Tale, written and read by Meena Mason. Copyright © Meena Mason   Excerpt: Dr. Charlo Finesse opened her office door to see Kessa standing there ready for training. After she’d exchanged salutations with her trainee, Charlo fished, “I see an unfamiliar fire behind your eyes today.” That morning replaying speedily through her mind, Kessa shrugged. She felt irritable, regretful, enthusiastic, and hopeful all at the same time – a difficult mix to process. Nothing she wanted to share with her trainer, however. Apparently, she didn’t need to, Charlo was perceptive and wise enough to deduce as much on her own. “Channel all that into the pit. It’s a great place to blow off steam…

Amberle Lestroy is in Cyrene’s dungeon, but King Casyius is not concerned with rewarding or even acknowledging Kessa. Not only that, he already has her next assignment lined up. Kessa, already feeling grimy from the king’s last request, now balks at his desire to literally toss her into the mire. She’ll have to wrestle her way out. Audio version of, The Thief's Tale, written and read by Meena Mason. Copyright © Meena Mason Excerpt: Donning their hoods, they marched straight to the throne room where they found Casyius slouched in the throne, one leg casually draped over the arm and swinging with an air of impatience. They removed their hoods and bowed their heads.                 “Kitten!” he exclaimed, jumping to his feet. “You’re here… finally!”                  “Forgive me for keeping you waiting, your highness,” Kessa curtsied.                 In hindsight, she probably should have skipped bathing. The thought of an audience with the king saturated in sweat hadn’t appealed to her, though. She doubted it would’ve appealed to him either. Stinky or late - she couldn’t win – a fact most people had come to terms with when it came to Casyius. His high-pitched chortle was unsettling. “I won’t.” He replied to her plea for forgiveness in his silkiest voice while combing a hand through his equally silky hair. “But punitive measures later. How are you at mud wrestling?”

It’s a nice night for a daring rescue, at least, according to Augustus’ devout fan base. Flip the coin to the escort, and it’s a nice night to thwart a daring rescue. Which shall prevail? And is it really a win?   Audio version of, The Thief's Tale, written and read by Meena Mason. Copyright © Meena Mason   Excerpt: The volleys of fire arrows had ceased, and for several seconds, their flames flickering and Kessa sneaking about were the only things moving. Not for long. Several figures, darkly dressed and hooded, began funneling out of the trees surrounding the site. Loaded crossbows in their grasp, they trapsed cautiously toward the wagon, pausing uncertainly upon seeing Kessa leaning against it, her arms folded casually.

Teaser for Chapter 11 of The Thief's Tale

Wounded by Lord Aguilon’s perceived snub, Kessa decrees that what is good for the goose is good for the gander, and, in lieu of a bandage, pursues distractions powerful enough to keep her mind off him. Served up on a platter, in the form of a caged wagon, Augustus, the handsome rapscallion who nearly succeeded in robbing the town mint from under Pantheus’ nose, fits the bill. Talented, charming, and devious, he makes for a tantalizing diversion to be sure. But if she isn’t careful, he might end up giving Kessa a bit more than she bargained for.        Audio version of, The Thief's Tale, written and read by Meena Mason. Copyright © Meena Mason   Excerpt: Augustus scooched against the back bars of his prison and ogled her cheekily. Try as she might to avert her glance, something about the criminal kept her baby blues returning to him. It wasn’t his rugged good looks complete with intelligent, brown eyes, straggly, auburn hair and matching goatee. Nor was it the fact that he was leanly muscled and garbed in a ripped tunic and pants that showcased this. Certainly, Kessa noticed these characteristics, but it was likely the roguish quality to his aura that drew her in the most. She’d always had a soft spot for deviants.    

Ah, to be rivetted by the courageous deeds of Aquina’s Lord Aguilon whilst feasting at his dinner table. A capable storyteller, a handsome lord, adventures fraught with cunning and danger, delicious food: what more could company ask for? What more could Kessa ask for? Apparently, a good deal more.   Audio version of, The Thief's Tale, written and read by Meena Mason. Copyright © Meena Mason   Excerpt:  “Please, join us, Captain.” Pantheus pulled out a chair and called for the servant to bring an extra plate of food.                 “Thank you. I am feeling a wee bit peckish.”                 “You might want to tell Ri your news.” He winked adorably at her as he employed Carson’s nickname.                 “Oh, I will, my lord, after I’ve regaled the group with the details of your most impressive triumph over crime.” He grinned at Aquestria, and his vibrant green-eyes twinkled. “Steering the conversation away from his good deeds is Lord Aguilon’s specialty, but I will not be deterred.”                 “Carson-”                 “Oh, come now, Pantheus; indulge us. I swear the story will go no further than this room,” Aquestria assured him.                 Carson, noticing Pantheus’ defeated but acquiescent nod, delved into the story with as much enthusiasm as a fisherman casting his line for the first time.

This is the teaser for Chapter 10 of Meena Mason's, The Thief's Tale, audio book. 

If Anandrill Forest had wedding bells, they’d be peeling madly, and Kessa would be resentfully plugging her ears. Yes, the day she’s dreaded more than an empty stomach has finally arrived. Aquestria is about to become Lady Fayne, married to the infamous dungeon keeper, and Kessa’s bane. But, even on a unique day such as this, Kessa isn’t completely free of her devotion to Clandestine Services. Crime never pays, and it never stops. In the case of the latter, neither does Kessa. Audio version of, The Thief's Tale, written and read by Meena Mason. Copyright © Meena Mason Excerpt: “Kessa Decora, your unique thread is vital to the fabric being patterned. Worry not, if another sits at the loom for a while - oft times our most creative tapestries are not woven by a single hand.”

*Spoilers Ahead* Kessa struggles with the bombshell that her sister and Lord Fayne are dating. If she thought that news was devastating; the announcement of their engagement is nigh cataclysmic. Impetuously, Kessa craves a near death experience to help her cope. What she gets is a meeting with the king. What’s the difference, really? Audio version of, The Thief's Tale, written and read by Meena Mason. Copyright © Meena Mason Excerpt: Rationalizing that Thomas had told her to downplay her aptitudes and skills around people she knew; Kessa discarded her emotional safeguards and exploded in a volatile tirade of complaints, accusations, and criticisms. Sinking resignedly back into her chair, Aquestria tapped her fingernails on her mug, waiting for the finale which came abruptly when Kessa spun to see Malieous standing stolidly in the doorway, arms folded, near-black eyes penetrating. His presence cooled Kessa’s simmering like a block of ice. Peering around Kessa, he commented, “I take it you’ve told her our news.” Sidestepping the youngest Decora, Malieous went over to his fiancée, bent down, and gently kissed her just long enough to make Kessa huff and look away with revulsion. He whispered something in Aquestria’s ear that made her laugh like a tinkling of tiny bells. Kessa had never heard her laugh like that before. The ache returning tenfold, Kessa craved an exit, an escape… to anywhere. Just as she turned to leave, Malieous cautioned matter-of-factly, “Miss Decora, trust me when I say, your affiliation with me will go much smoother if I never hear you speak to your sister that way again!” “No affiliation at all will run the smoothest!” Kessa retorted, folding her arms defiantly. Malieous’ eyebrow rose, the faint traces of a grin playing on his lips. “I’ll do my best.”

Another challenging task under her belt, Kessa sits back to enjoy the spoils of her hard work. Believing her cleverness and generosity will provide a window through which she can crawl to improve her relationship with Aquestria, she finds reality is much crueler. Rumours, like leaves caught in a whirlpool, have been circulating, dampening the sisters' rapport. What happens when one of the rumours happens to be true?   Audio version of, The Thief's Tale, written and read by Meena Mason. Copyright © Meena Mason   Chapter 19 Excerpt: The sixteen-year-old blonde spy hummed to herself as she approached the city’s collection house. It was a medium-sized structure, constructed mostly of wattle and daub with embellishments of wood and stone. Several windows with decorative shutters lent the building an open air, though, upon close inspection, the thick, closed curtains on the inside detracted from this as did the gated door. Despite the quaint appearance, the building exuded a general impression of snobbery, avarice, and intolerance; perhaps its reputation was tainted by the attitudes of the tax clerks and collectors who worked there. A shiver of discomfort running down her spine, Kessa entered and pulled the door closed behind her. She beheld six pairs of eyes settling on her like she was an ugly duckling. Sliding his garish reading glasses down his nose, one of the tax clerks drawled, “How may I… help you?”

This is a teaser for Chapter 9 of Meena Mason's, The Thief's Tale, audiobook

Completed the difficult task allotted her by the council of Clandestine Services, Kessa has headed back to Cyrene for a much-needed rest. But Thomas reminds her there is no rest for the skilled or the secretive. Her next big assignment is ready and waiting, posing a unique challenge but also a unique reward if she can manage it.   Audio version of, The Thief's Tale, written and read by Meena Mason. Copyright © Meena Mason Chapter 18 Excerpt: “House shopping, Thomas?” Kessa asked. “If so, I entirely approve. Wouldn’t mind purchasing the property myself if I had the means.” “What? Tired of the stables?”  Her need you ask expression was reply enough. He chuckled. “This property would certainly suit you, kid, your sister, too. It is a fine piece of real estate if you don’t mind living in a home once occupied by a greedy, merciless, deceitful moneylender.” “Oh! Is this my next assignment?”                 “Was it the greedy, merciless, deceitful description that gave it away?”                 “Moneylenders, in general, have it coming.”                 “It’s easy to condemn the nasty ones; they’re in line for a hefty helping of comeuppance. It’s when we’re required to destroy the lives of the innocent or undeserving that this job stinks.”

Teaser for Chapter 8 of, The Thief's Tale, written and read by Meena Mason

Teaser for Chapter 7 of The Thief's Tale audiobook

Aboard Pastoria once again, Kessa stirs the wrests, so to speak, fishing for anything untoward or suspicious. Investigating the crew brings to light personalities, quirks, and dark, murky secrets that were brewing beneath the surface. Her skills will certainly be tested as the spy casts her net for both advantageous alliances and slippery foes. What will be Kessa’s catch of the day?   Audio version of, The Thief's Tale, written and read by Meena Mason. Copyright © Meena Mason   Chapter 17 Excerpt: “Wait here,” Taur quietly commanded. Placing his box carefully down beside the gangplank, he crept onboard. Spotting, Grain asleep on the crates, he waved to his associates to follow. He retrieved his box and carried it gingerly up the gangplank. Myna, her dark hair tied tightly back in a bun, appeared at the base of the gangplank. Kessa frowned. She’d developed a keen respect for the dark-eyed beauty. She’d be disappointed if she was involved in the scheme.             Sneaking up the gangplank, Myna withdrew a sword from the scabbard attached to her belt. “Taur,” she cried. “You scallywag! I knew you were up to no good.”             Contempt screwing up his already unattractive features, Taur motioned for the other four to surround her. “Shouldn’t have followed me, Myna,” he said, withdrawing his own sword. “Leastways, not alone.”

Teaser for Chapter 6 of, The Thief's Tale, Audio Book read by the author, Meena Mason.

On her first mission major mission for Clandestine Services, Kessa certainly makes some waves. Audio version of, The Thief's Tale, written and read by Meena Mason. Copyright © Meena Mason Chapter 16 Excerpt: She was enjoying both a breath-taking view out on glossy, moon-lit waters that spanned as far as the eye could see and an intriguing chess match when something enormous in the water caught her eye. It swam under the ship; there was a loud bang and the boat tipped alarmingly. “Wrestrook!” the ship’s lookout screamed. Kessa heard the fear in his voice. Gripping the railing tightly to avoid being tossed into the wrests, she ducked low. The chess pieces scattered. Captain Covaso and Tragor leapt from their seats and rushed to the deck. The crew sounded terrified as the creature played with the boat like a toy. Kessa held onto that railing for dear life as they tipped and pitched. It wasn’t long until she comprehended the crew’s dread. A creature the size of the boat swam a couple metres out portside and raised a portion of its body above the waves, though the moonlight did a good job of amplifying the terror beneath the waves. Part crocodile, part squid, and part… penguin the creature boasted impenetrable opalescent scales and a belly of coal-black plating. Two parallel rows of ivory horns rippled down its armoured back and massive crocodile tail. It had two humongous flippers on either side beneath which were numerous tentacles that Kessa kept losing count of. Its penguin shaped head almost leant it an adorable aspect if it weren’t for the beak-snout lined with razor sharp, blue teeth the size of her entire body, and two huge, black orblike eyes that glinted with a yellow sheen when they caught the moonlight. “We’re done for!” Kessa breathed, too frightened to speak above a whisper. With a deafening cackle that incapacitated every person on the ship, the wrestrook spun several lower tentacles like propellers at incredible speed and launched itself over the whole ship. If it belly-flopped it would rent them in two or crush them completely, but that wasn’t the plan. It dived to starboard. Kessa swore the resulting wave would capsize the ship. It came close.  

Kessa finds herself in a situation she’s not entirely sure her training with Clandestine Services prepared her for. Will she hold true to her oath? Will pain and coercion defeat her?   Audio version of, The Thief's Tale, written and read by Meena Mason. Copyright © Meena Mason   Chapter 15 Excerpt: The door hinges squeaked loudly as someone entered the room. Instantly, the tantalizing aroma of fresh bread wafted past her nose. Her stomach was so empty it didn’t seem to have the energy to protest anymore, or perhaps she just couldn’t hear it. Kessa had never been this hungry; it was a torture far more effective than the way she was tied up. She wanted to cry, beg, plead for food, but she knew she could not. If they cracked her, Aquestria, Pantheus, and perhaps even Quinn, would be killed. On the less tragic side, Thomas would be terribly disappointed in her if he found out. He might even be severely punished for commending her. Besides, she’d never been one to break an oath, and she didn’t intend to start now.  

What in the three kingdoms of Nogard has Kessa gotten herself into this time? Has she found a purpose? Has she merely tumbled into something to keep her busy or was it mere tumbling at all? Whatever the case, Kessa has found herself with a choice: keep trudging along day by day at the Cyrenean stables, or take a chance on a new venture. A venture that just might cost her her life, or, perhaps save it.   Audio version of, The Thief's Tale, written and read by Meena Mason. Copyright © Meena Mason   Chapter 14 Excerpt: It was dark out, hinting at the extent she’d been there – a while. Was Quinn concerned about her? Would her sister be notified of her absence? If she was, would she be worried about her? Finally, the man she presumed was the leader, T, flashed a cheeky grin her way, whispered something to his confederates, and said, “Miss Recruit, we are willing to train you, but naturally, we’ve conditions… and rules.” “Naturally.”

Settling into Cyrenean life isn't proving as seamless for Kessa Decora as it would for the average individual. A monotonous, daily routine never stood much of a chance against the restless, emotional, headstrong teenager, and hence, she's already found herself in a heap of trouble.    Audio version of, The Thief's Tale, written and read by Meena Mason. Copyright © Meena Mason   Chapter 13 Excerpt: There were eight of them all together: some brandishing clubs, others unarmed. All of them were eyeing her as if she were the last delicious meatball that had the audacity to roll off their plate. Generally — as with most people in a situation like this — Kessa would’ve been terrified. Right now, though, she was furious; furious enough to rip apart anything antagonistic. Fury left no room for fear or even reality. Invincibility, thy name was Kessa! With a roar as forceful as any lioness, Kessa challenged her aggressors, sizing up which antelope would taste the finest.  

After their wearying ventures, and, in Kessa's case, a close call with the noose, Kessa and Aquestria are not only in need of some respite, but also some trustworthy allies, some good advice, and somewhere to lay low. Nestled within Red Talon's base with Artex, Rake, and Pantheus, they seem to have found that. Unfortunately, it will not last. Not with the dungeon keeper on their tails. And, although, Aquestria has settled confidently, Kessa knows she faces yet another difficulty; her companions will start sniffing around for answers before long. Why does this trouble her? Why can't she tell them about the king's reasons for wanting her dead? Something elusive lurks beneath Kessa's casual facade; something unnerving compels her secrecy - a circumstance that only Kessa and her past can reveal.   Audio version of, The Thief's Tale, written and read by Meena Mason. Copyright © Meena Mason   Chapter 12 Exerpt: “What’s going on?” Kessa asked guardedly – already guessing what was going on. They were going to ask her the question she could not answer. They were going to ask her why Casyius really wanted her dead. A vivid flashback careened through her mind, reeling her back to that fateful day when the events that would inevitably lead her here started.      

Bright eyes, a brilliant smile, and lovely lashes will not deter nor distract the dungeon keeper from a task. As Odette, a maid in Aquina’s castle, is about to find out. He doesn’t inspire fear in the hearts of adversaries for nothing. Nor was his formidable reputation earned by party tricks. If Malieous Fayne, the infamous dungeon keeper of Acara, wants you to divulge something – there’s no question you’re going to spill the beans. Whether or not you’ll leave the experience unmarred is what’s questionable.   Audio version of, The Thief's Tale, written and read by Meena Mason. Copyright © Meena Mason   Chapter 11 Excerpt: Glaring up at him, Odette hissed, “I won’t answer any more of your questions. You can torture me as much as you like.” A bright flash of lightning lit up the tool in his hand. Slowly, a malignant smile crept across his face. “Oh, Odette, my dear girl, how could I refuse such a generous offer?”

A band of skilled allies, just what the girls needed. Red Talon, the only rebels that have managed to thwart and frustrate King Casyius are on their side, though the whys and hows of this unexpected, albeit welcome, alliance are as murky as a swamp at midnight. Regardless, the flood of worry and trepidation stemming from being hunted by the dungeon keeper for so long has been temporarily quelled. The group has a much needed respite, while they attempt to figure out what is going on and what, exactly, to do next.    Audio version of, The Thief's Tale, written and read by Meena Mason. Copyright © Meena Mason   Excerpt of Chapter 10: “Great Ash, Kessa! What did he do to you?” Aquestria asked with severity, recognizing the startling alteration in her sister’s view and description of Malieous. Usually, when Kessa referred to Malieous, it was with intolerance or sarcasm. She’d never spoken about him with such pronounced trepidation. The many cuts and bruises covering her sister were now more apparent, and Aquestria felt a molten anger bubbling within.             Understanding the motivation behind her sister’s sudden wrath, Kessa shook her head, exclaiming, “No. No. No. He didn’t do any of this; his methods are much more cunning and disturbing than physical assault. I don’t know how to explain it; I’ve never seen him as a true enemy before. I mean, we’ve always been at odds, but… this was different. Yesterday, I saw a side of him…” she trembled, and her voice dropped off. Swallowing, she continued firmly, “Trust me; you don’t want to be on his target list. And we are!”

The rooster has crowed, ushering in Kessa Decora's final dawn. The dawn that will see her slippery, little neck either stretch or snap... if King Casyius has his way. Although Kessa usually has a knack for foiling the best laid plans, she's in over her head this time.    Audio version of, The Thief's Tale, written and read by Meena Mason. Copyright © Meena Mason   Chapter 9 excerpt (spoliers ahead): Rampant, bright orange and yellow flames were engulfing the curtains as people struggled to escape unmarred. Within seconds the entire scene went from quiet observation to complete chaos. Onlookers darted about, some trying to help, some trying to get away, and some trying to encourage the pandemonium. Scootching her legs through her arms, Kessa brought her wrists, still manacled, to the front of her and snatched the bag from her head. Next, she tore the noose off and stood up, looking around anxiously. The guards surrounding the gallows were preoccupied with the rioting crowd, and she realized it would be easy to slip into the commotion and disappear. Her only concern was the dungeon keeper. She couldn’t see him, and one wrong move could ruin her chance of escape. 

Snagged by the ever competent dungeon keeper and thrown in Acara's jail, Kessa awaits her pending execution.   Audio version of, The Thief's Tale, written and read by Meena Mason. Copyright © Meena Mason   Chapter 8 Excerpt: She’d awoken in what she could only assume was Aquina’s prison, without a clue how she’d gotten there. Her cell was the last one in a string of stone cubicles, fronted by impenetrable, cylindrical, iron bars. Filthy, soggy straw was piled against the back wall in the form of a bed, adding its own distinct stench to the foul smell of the place. A grimy bucket was filled with a liquid that only faintly resembled water, and pieces of the previous occupant’s discarded, rock-hard bread were scattered around the floor for the rats to nibble. Horrible coughing, sneezing, and teeth chattering echoed throughout the prison — courtesy of the icy temperatures and lack of blankets. Tiny holes in the walls, serving as windows, provided inadequate light to do anything other than shiver in the cold. The prison was dark, damp, dirty, utterly miserable, and with the anchored chain securing her ankle, completely inescapable.

The cat is out of the bag. The love birds united at last, but, alas, revealing your affection for the love of your life does not supplant the warrant for your arrest nor will it prevent a determined dungeon keeper from stretching your neck at the end of a well-tied noose. Only preparation, craftiness and a lot of luck will do that. While Kessa heals from a disastrous fish bite... ahem... monster bite, Aquestria, Rake, and Pantheus formulate their escape. Will they manage it or will Malieous Fayne, the formidable dungeon keeper of Cyrene, thwart their best laid plans?   Audio version of, The Thief's Tale, written and read by Meena Mason. Copyright © Meena Mason   Chapter 7 Excerpt: Pantheus felt like he was among a throng of nervous sheep, and on more than one occasion, had to grab Aquestria’s hand to keep from being parted. “This is madness!” he hollered, his voice almost obliterated by the wind. Casually surveying the area, as was her habit, Aquestria smirked, acknowledging that Pantheus obviously didn’t shop very often. True, the imminent storm had riled the crowd more than usual, but this frenzy wasn’t all that different from the average market day. “This way!” she called, seizing his cloak in case he didn’t hear and yanking him toward a leather working stall. “Four water flasks, please.” After bargaining, Aquestria placed two silver coins on the counter and said thank you as the merchant produced their purchase. Handing the flasks to Pantheus, she watched thoughtfully while he put them in his pack. “What else do we need?” Suddenly, she stepped back, abruptly slamming her arm into Pantheus’ chest forcing him backward. A wooden arrow pierced the beam of the market stall where he’d been standing, its shaft still quivering from the intensity of the impact. Aquestria was gone before the shaft was motionless, intent on pursuing the shooter. Diving for cover, Pantheus scanned the vicinity for signs of suspicious activity. Apparently, the leather worker was the only other person to have noticed the arrow because he was cowering behind his stall. “He’s come for me!” he cried, peering over top his stall and ducking just as another arrow thumped into the counter directly above where his head had been. “Who?” Pantheus asked, clambering closer to the merchant. Swallowing hard, the merchant clasped his hands together. His eyes directed to where the arrow had come from, his lips moved in a plea for whoever was after him to spare him. Pantheus seized his arm impatiently. “Who is after you, man?” Before the man could answer, Pantheus saw the crowd systematically clear a large circle around two people. Aquestria, holding a discharged crossbow, stood over a man lying face down in the dirt. Seconds later, the man rolled away from her and got to his feet. “Kale,” the merchant announced shakily. Thunder clapped accentuating the merchant’s dread. Hesitantly, he left his hiding place, his eyes darting around warily. “It must be Kale. He’s Dredan’s most feared collector. He rips people apart. I owe Dredan money. I missed two payments, and Dredan said if it happened again, he’d send Kale. I should’ve paid him yesterday, but I didn’t have the money. I was hoping to make enough today; I didn’t think he’d send Kale so quickly. Help your lady, if you can, friend. I’m sure glad you paid up front.”

Teaser for Chapter 5 of Meena Mason's The Thief's Tale. Read by the author.

Kessa Decora is no stranger to letting her feelings show; unless those feelings happened to be her deepest and most secret. Feelings so secret even she is unaware she has them. Feelings that could toss her into a moat of insecurity, swirl her in a whirlpool of doubt, and leave her for the pragmatism piranhas to devour. The stars have aligned subjugating Kessa to one of her toughest challenges yet – coming to terms with her feelings. And, great Athalos, founder of Acara, even sharing them!    Audio version of, The Thief's Tale, written and read by Meena Mason. Copyright © Meena Mason   Chapter 6 Excerpt: Dripping with sweat, face beet-red, breathing rapid, Kessa, hands on her hips, walked around the moat resisting the temptation to jump in. The lengthy run had helped calm her nerves, but physically, she felt hot, sticky, and she smelt like her sweat had been competing for a best stench award. Glancing at the moat again, she rationalized that a quick dip wouldn’t do her any harm. True, she didn’t know what, if anything, lurked beneath the surface, or how deep the water was, but if she was quick nothing would notice. Done with hesitation, she jumped in, clothes and all.

Who struck Kessa Decora over the head? When consciousness finally returns, what new predicament will the fugitive find herself in this time? And will it widen the rift forming between her and Aquestria?    Audio version of, The Thief's Tale, written and read by Meena Mason. Copyright © Meena Mason   Chapter 5 Excerpt: The merry chirping of birds, usually a cheerful sound to regain consciousness to, ravaged Kessa’s ears and split her aching head into fragments. Her eyes became painfully aware of sunlight beyond their lids. Vocally, Kessa wished for someone to hit her over the head again just to stop the pain. “Yeah, sorry about that. I had a sneaking suspicion you might try to run off and asked Rake to prevent that from happening. I didn’t realize he’d take me so literally.” Immediate recognition of the voice relaxed Kessa’s fears but did nothing to ease her discomfort (to the contrary, knowing who was in the room with her only increased it). If Kessa could’ve rolled her eyes she would’ve, but instead she had to content herself with merely squinting at her captor. “Your Rake is aptly named,” she grated. He smiled impishly. “Good to see your sense of humour hasn’t been affected by your headache.” “I’m surprised it wasn’t knocked out of me.”  

Chapter 4 Teaser for Meena Mason's, The Thief's Tale, audiobook. 

Chapter 3 Teaser for Meena Mason's, The Thief's Tale, Audiobook.

Teaser for Chapter 1 of Meena Mason's, The Thief's Tale, audiobook.