Struggle & Strife by Kate Karyus Quinn & Demitria Lunetta & Marley Lynn

Author:Kate Karyus Quinn & Demitria Lunetta & Marley Lynn
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-1-73366-676-3
Publisher: Little Fish Publishing

I can’t find Prisha anywhere. I think she’s been spirited away.

I guess they had us clear the day for the competition, ’cause there’s nothing on my class schedule. I enjoy a leisurely breakfast and then make my way to the stables.

Whiskey manages to shit himself upon my arrival, which is not exactly encouraging. Luckily, not all the Amazons are like Lilliana. A few teach me the basics of horse care and show me how to slowly start training Whiskey. First, I’m supposed to rest a blanket across his back to let him get accustomed to having weight there, and slowly work up to him wearing a saddle.

“Slowly is the key,” a black-haired Amazon tells me. “It will take time. But…” She eyes Whiskey, who hasn’t even flicked his tail, his eyes locked on my every breath. “With this one the problem might be getting him to move.”

I really hope the second part of Artemis’s contest isn’t a race. It would be awesome if she took a page from Harpocrates and we were asked to see which mount could be quiet the longest.

“You and me, boy!” I say, flipping Whiskey the peace sign. I hear his teeth grind, but that’s about it.

I take my lunch to the Harpocrates temple and find a few more contestants have been eliminated. Apparently Constantine started to snore and that made Sora giggle. I join them, all of us gathered outside the closed doors of the quiet room.

“What happened to you throwing the trial?” I ask Constantine.

“I wanted to!” he says. “But I couldn’t even talk. It was like I was paralyzed.”

Yep. Roofied.

“You had the right idea, anyway,” Sora tells me. Gods, he’s beautiful. I look away so I’m not just staring at him open-mouthed. “I wasn’t going to win that,” he goes on. “But I’m competitive so I wasted four hours of my life.”

The door opens and Zahara is escorted out, along with Trevor. Trevor is covered in…something white and black that looks like it belongs on my truck’s windshield. Oh my gods is that...?

“This is totally unfair,” Trevor is saying. “I get covered in harpy excrement and I’m the one who’s disqualified?!”

Zahara laughs wickedly. “I really had to go and I thought I could slam a doot quietly but…”

“Nice!” I hold my hand up for Zahara to high-five it. As her talon connects with my palm, I turn to Trevor. “You deserved that.”

He grins at me, unrepentant and unabashed. “My dad does always say that I’m a little stinker.”

I try to hold back a smile, but can’t. Trevor is awful, but I do love a guy who can laugh at himself.

“So everyone in there is now basking in your turd smell?” Constantine asks. “You are evil.”

Zahara shrugs. “Those stuck up jerks deserve it. Not Rada, though. I feel bad for Rada.”

The door opens again and Alaric is let out. “Foul, disgusting, disgraceful,” he mutters.

“So it’s down to Malik, Sophia, and Rada, right?” I ask.

“Well, no use crying over spilled…whatever this is,” Trevor says, raising his arms.

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