The Chemistry of Fate
Sary Society Series
Genre Young Adult Paranormal Romance
Tags Young Adult, New Adult, College, Angels, Wings, Romance, Paranormal, Sary.
Editor Nancy Bell
Line Editor Penny Ehrenkranz
Cover Designer Charlotte Volnek
“They are everywhere, can be anyone, and are always the last person you’d expect.” When Tom stumbles across his grandfather’s journal, he’s convinced the old man was crazier than he thought. The book contains references to beings called the Sary, immortals who are assigned to save humans on the verge of suicide. They certainly aren’t allowed to fall in love with mortals. Which the journal claims Tom’s grandfather did, resulting in his expulsion from the Sary. As strange as the journal seems, Tom can’t get the stories out of his head; especially when he finds the photo of his grandfather’s wings.
Tom’s only distraction is Ari, the girl he studies with for their chemistry class.
Ari has one goal when she arrives in town: see how much Tom knows about the Sary and neutralize the situation. This isn’t a normal job, but protecting the secrecy of the Sary is vital. If Tom is a threat to exposing the Sary to the public, fate has a way of taking care of the situation, usually ending with the mortal’s death. While Ari spends time with Tom, he becomes more than just an assignment, but how far can a relationship go when she can’t tell him who she really is? When she finds out just how much Tom actually knows about the Sary, Ari is forced to choose between her wings, and her heart.
THE CHEMISTRY OF FATE is a companion to COLORS LIKE MEMORIES and is set before the latter takes place.
I don’t know what made me notice: the light hitting the pages at a different angle, or maybe I’d handled the book enough to loosen the binding. Either way, I realized the final page of the book was pasted to the back cover. The top edge of it curled down, revealing the patterned paper on the inside of the back binding, along with the white edge of another paper trapped between.
My mother stocked my kitchen with a set of knives, laboring under the delusion I might cook for myself, and I pulled out one of the small ones, eyeing it critically before inserting the tip behind the peeling edge.
With a bit of careful wiggling and gentle pressure, the paste crackled free. The final page turned, releasing a small photo to twist to the floor.
The page bore two sentences. Ignoring my grandfather’s familiar script, I picked up the photo, careful with the heavy, brittle paper.
I set the picture on the counter with shaking fingers. “No, no, no.” Stepping away from it, I turned back to the book. There had to be some kind of explanation. He had to say how the photo was a fake, some kind of joke.
I knew it wasn’t. My grandfather was instantly recognizable.
“Madeline set up the camera and equipment prior to me being released. I desired to have one photo of myself as I once was.”
The hysterical laugh bubbled up inside and made me lean my forehead against the cool tiles of the counter. “This isn’t real. Not real at all.”
I could see the photo out of the corner of my eye. I wanted to rip it into a million pieces and drop them like confetti out the window. It wouldn’t destroy the truth though. Picking up the small square photo with the tips of my fingers, I inspected the image closely.
The black and white picture was of one person—my grandfather, no doubt about it—standing against a fence in someone’s backyard. Off to one side, the braches of a tree reached out to him, winter bare.
My grandfather wasn’t looking right at the camera, instead focusing on what was behind him. That was what made my mind rebel. Somewhere he must have found a costume shop. Maybe he was going to a Halloween party.
But why would he hide the picture?