The Aftermyth (The Aftermyth #1)

Prologue

EVERYBODY HAS A SECRET.

For some of us, that secret is about something we did a long time ago that we don’t want to get in trouble for.

For others of us, it’s a promise made to a family member or a friend to hold their secret close to our hearts.

And for still others of us, it’s a dream, a wish, for a future much brighter—much better—than our own.

But for a few of us—a very, very few—that secret is something bigger, something scarier, something locked deep inside us, just waiting for a chance to grow, to flourish, to become.

For a few of us, that secret—that story—is us.

But secrets are only hidden until they’re spoken.

And promises are only kept until they’re broken.

Stories, though…Stories can last forever. They can be told over and over again. They can grow, they can shrink, they can take up all the space in a room, and sometimes they can even slink away and disappear.

Every once in a while, though, a story can do so much more. Every once in a while, if the person telling the story is very, very brave, it can do the most magical, most miraculous thing of all.

It can change everything.

So grab your popcorn and hold on to your hats and socks and anything else that might fly off. Because this is one of those stories, and Penelope Weaver is one of those storytellers. But it’s only fair to warn you, once you turn this page, nothing will ever be the same again.

Welcome to the Aftermyth.