I’m the nicest person you know, and I have the power you fear most.
Title: She’s the One Who Cares Too Much
Author: S.R. Cronin
Series: War Stories of the Seven Troublesome Sisters, Book 2
Genre: Historical Fantasy / Alternate History
Release Date: February 12, 2021
Cover Designer: Deranged Doctor Design
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Do you know what your problem is?
Coral knows hers. People have been telling this tenderhearted 13th-century woman for years. So when a heroic army officer proposes, she decides she’s stronger than people realize and her dreams have come true.
Except, the perfect man turns out to be less than ideal. And she’s gotten pregnant. And her homeland is gripped with fear of a pending Mongol invasion and she cries about everything now that she’s with child.
When a friend suggests the ever-caring Coral possesses a power well beyond what anyone imagines, Coral’s sister decides this formidable talent is what the realm needs. Can Coral raise a baby, placate an absent military husband who thinks he’s stopping the invasion, and help her sister save her homeland?
This is just the sort of problem encountered by a woman who cares too much.
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Sakina took me aside to ask a question.
“Remember the day we thought thieves were coming to attack the school?”
Of course I remembered it.
“I’ve been wanting to ask you something ever since.”
My heart pounded.
Had she seen me sneak off to meet Davor that night? If so, had she noticed other nights as well? Had she talked to others about it? How concerned would the school be about such behavior?
“How did you ever get those two kids to stop bickering that day?” she said. “I deal with them all the time and believe me, once they get started, there is nothing I can say to shut them up.”
I laughed with relief. I hadn’t thought about how I had done it.
“I talked to them the way I talk to my own class. You know. Do it now.”
“No, I don’t know,” she said. “I could say that all day and they’d still ignore me.”
I shrugged. She hesitated, as if she was about to ask me an impolite question.
“Do you know what a luski is?” she said.
I did. “It’s some made-up magic person who supposedly makes people do things by the way she speaks. People tell stories about luskies to scare small children. You don’t believe in them, do you?”
“It’s not made up. My great-aunt was one. It’s rare, but I know it’s real.”
“Are you serious?”
She looked completely serious.
“Wasn’t it creepy having a relative who could make you do things?”
“No, because it doesn’t work that way. It’s an emergency tactic; they can only use it when it’s important. I think you should find out more about it.”
“Why?” Then I realized why. “Oh, wolf scump. Everyone keeps telling me I’m too nice. I’m certainly no luski.”
“You don’t get it,” she said. “Luskies aren’t monsters; they can be nice people. You should ask the Velka at one of their market stalls. I’ve heard they know about luskies, and can tell if you are one.”
“You think I should talk to the Velka?” Frankly, I found these women of the forest, the keepers of most of the magic in our realm, scary in their own right. I’d only spoken a few words with them and I didn’t wish to ask a Velka if I was some kind of freak.
“No thanks. I’ve got enough problems right now.”
And I did. I had all the problems I knew of, and a few more I hadn’t discovered yet.
“Remember the day we thought thieves were coming to attack the school?”
Of course I remembered it.
“I’ve been wanting to ask you something ever since.”
My heart pounded.
Had she seen me sneak off to meet Davor that night? If so, had she noticed other nights as well? Had she talked to others about it? How concerned would the school be about such behavior?
“How did you ever get those two kids to stop bickering that day?” she said. “I deal with them all the time and believe me, once they get started, there is nothing I can say to shut them up.”
I laughed with relief. I hadn’t thought about how I had done it.
“I talked to them the way I talk to my own class. You know. Do it now.”
“No, I don’t know,” she said. “I could say that all day and they’d still ignore me.”
I shrugged. She hesitated, as if she was about to ask me an impolite question.
“Do you know what a luski is?” she said.
I did. “It’s some made-up magic person who supposedly makes people do things by the way she speaks. People tell stories about luskies to scare small children. You don’t believe in them, do you?”
“It’s not made up. My great-aunt was one. It’s rare, but I know it’s real.”
“Are you serious?”
She looked completely serious.
“Wasn’t it creepy having a relative who could make you do things?”
“No, because it doesn’t work that way. It’s an emergency tactic; they can only use it when it’s important. I think you should find out more about it.”
“Why?” Then I realized why. “Oh, wolf scump. Everyone keeps telling me I’m too nice. I’m certainly no luski.”
“You don’t get it,” she said. “Luskies aren’t monsters; they can be nice people. You should ask the Velka at one of their market stalls. I’ve heard they know about luskies, and can tell if you are one.”
“You think I should talk to the Velka?” Frankly, I found these women of the forest, the keepers of most of the magic in our realm, scary in their own right. I’d only spoken a few words with them and I didn’t wish to ask a Velka if I was some kind of freak.
“No thanks. I’ve got enough problems right now.”
And I did. I had all the problems I knew of, and a few more I hadn’t discovered yet.
Sherrie Cronin is the author of a collection of six speculative fiction novels known as 46. Ascending and is now in the process of publishing a historical fantasy series called The War Stories of the Seven Troublesome Sisters. A quick look at the synopses of her books makes it obvious she is fascinated by people achieving the astonishing by developing abilities they barely knew they had.
She’s made a lot of stops along the way to writing these novels. She’s lived in seven cities, visited forty-six countries, and worked as a waitress, technical writer, and geophysicist. Now she answers a hot-line. Along the way, she’s lost several cats but acquired a husband who still loves her and three kids who’ve grown up just fine, both despite how odd she is.
All her life she has wanted to either tell these kinds of stories or be Chief Science Officer on the Starship Enterprise. She now lives and writes in the mountains of Western North Carolina, where she admits to occasionally checking her phone for a message from Captain Picard, just in case.
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