Free The WishKeeper (The Paragonia Chronicles) by Maximilian Timm

pumped her angry blood. While most of her peers were too frightened to cross over to The Other Side, Shea was determined to do so. Every unread book represented a possibility, a hope, that despite her disability, there was a loophole or a precedent set by a past WishKeeper that she could emulate. A precedent that she could use to prove that just because she can’t fly doesn’t mean she can’t Keep wishes. While nothing had yet been found on the subject, there was a vast storage of skills, spells and tips that she had secretly practiced for the past ten years.
    The library was enormous - so big, it took the dust and spiders much longer to cover it compared to the other rooms of the castle. Over the years, Shea had divided the massive library hall into stacks of books: “Boring”, “Possibly Not So Boring” and “Awesome”. The “Boring” stack was much larger than the “Awesome” stack, but adding to the “Awesome” stack was what kept Shea returning to the library every day. However, books with titles such as, The Flying Machine , The Physics of WishMaker Flight and Spells For The Lazy Keeper had captivated her.
    On this exciting day, Shea wasn’t climbing her “Awesome” stack, but instead slipping and sliding up and down the “Boring” stack, mumbling to herself.
    “Where is it? I know it’s here somewhere!” Tossing books aside such as Why Do We Just Call Them ‘Trees’? A Nature Guide to Paragonia , and Release The Giant Within, Self-Help for Wizards , she let out an impatient grunt and craned her neck, looking up at the towering shelf in front of her. This merely one of a hundred towering shelves; she was looking for a needle in a haystack.
    Blasting a grapple spell three shelves up, she heaved herself to the shelf and landed on the edge. Inching along, she wiped dust from each book’s binding, searching. “Come on. Where are you?”
    “Shea! What are you doing in here?” yelled Thane from out of nowhere.
    Startled, Shea slipped and fell. Thane rushed beneath her, arms out. Shea quickly blasted another grapple spell and connected to a random book.
    “Don’t you know we’re in a library? You can’t just sneak up on someone and scream!” Shea yelled at Thane as she dangled.
    “The king’s library is off limits.”
    “The so-called king is long gone. Don’t think he’ll mind--whoa!” Shea accidentally pulled the book from its shelf and crashed to the heap of “boring” books below. The dislodged book toppled over her.
    “Shea!”
    “I found it!” chirped Shea from under the book. The little fairy pushed over the giant book and flipped through its pages. “Evenstar…Evenstar. Where is…got it!”
    “Found what?” asked Thane as he looked over her shoulder. At the top of the page he read, WishKeepers and WishMakers - Lineage .
    “Something happened tonight. Something huge,” said Shea as she continued searching the page. “There! I knew it!”
    “I just know we can’t be in Erebus’ library. It’s strictly off -,” suddenly Thane found a wand stuck in his neck.
    “I don’t care if this was once his library, it’s not anymore!” yelled Shea as she flashed angry eyes at him. Realizing the placement of her wand, she pulled it away and relaxed a little. “Sorry.”
    “You’re crazy, you know that?” Thane rubbed his neck.
    “I said I was sorry, OK?”
    “Then tell me what happened and why you’re in…here”.
    “Do you believe in fate?” Shea quickly asked. Thane could barely say “um” before, “Like no matter the choices you make or what happens in your life, you’re supposed to be something? Or someone?”
    “Yeah, I - maybe,” tried Thane, but Shea cut him off again as she read from the book.
    “WishMakers, Miranda Anderson and Grayson Brady, assigned at human age nine by the order of the WishKeepers to first class fulfillment officers Elanor Willowind and Beren Evenstar respectively,” Shea looked at Thane.
    “They were nine when they were