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    Getting Lucky
    Book 1 of the Sisters of Silverwood
    Copyright ã 2008 Viola Grace
    ISBN: 978-1-55487-030-1
    Cover art by Martine Jardin
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    Prologue
    The glow was back. For the last two weeks the girls of Camp Silverwood had gathered near the lake to watch a flickering glow dance over the water, the almost inaudible murmuring didn't jar them from their reverie. They stood silent and still for hours, simply watching the light show of unknown origin until it dissipated near dawn. Sleepy and disoriented they stumbled back to their cabins to rest.
    When they left the Camp at the end of the summer, they would never be the same.
    * * * *
    Ten years later...
    "So, the secret is out? Someone knows about them?” Artemis Whynot let out a frustrated sigh. All those years of preparation, for nothing.
    "Yes. It had to be an inside job. No one else knows about Silverwood, let alone has the list of the girls who were trained.” Daniel Rollock ran a hand over his shaved scalp. He had the bearing and haircut of a military man, but there were no ranks at the Society. Well, at least none that mattered. His ears were not pointed as modern folk tales said they should have been, but as one of the Wild Hunt, he had adapted well to the twenty first century.
    Artemis had founded the Society to explain the lights of a decade ago. In theory, it was a paranormal research facility, but in reality it was a training ground for the other members of the Hunt. If their opponents were indeed the Lios Alfar, they needed to get the women paired with their guardians before they could spirit them away. The last thing this world needed was for the newly sparked magic to disappear. Fortunately, for them, Artemis was watching. “Are they ready?"
    Rolluck blushed to the top of his eyebrows, “Uh, yes. And very eager. It isn't every day that a man can be matched with his perfect woman. How do you do it anyway?"
    She tented her fingers in front of her and smiled “We all have our talents, Daniel. Now send them out."
    "You trust them to bring the women in? Once they have them, they might not decide to follow the plan."
    "I trust that they will try.” Her smile grew. “The women are their own masters. We will see what happens and tailor our plan to match."
    "Fine. They will go today. I hope you know what you are doing.” His last sentence was said in a mutter as he left to head to the men's barracks.
    Artemis's smile slowly faded as she hoped that she was right. Her matchmaking was a raw skill, one that had been given to her at the council when it was decided that her Hunt would be the guardians of the new magic. She almost wished that she could compel love, but that was beyond her skills. The matches that she had made for the women were solid. Good elves who had the strength of character to keep the women safe and to bring them home. Back to Silverwood.
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Chapter One
    Running. Why did she always end up running?