{"product_id":"heart-sight-isbn-9780451488176","title":"Heart Sight","description":"\u003cb\u003eJourney back to the planet Celta with award-winning author Robin D. Owens in this novel about shadowed enemies and unimaginable psi power.\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMuin “Vinni” T'Vine has been the prophet of Celta since he was six years old. A unique and lonely child, his strong psi power made most people wary of him. But now that he’s older, he’s ready to marry and protect the girl he’s known was his HeartMate for years.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAvellana isn't as fragile as Vinni believes…nor as compliant. She fights to be considered Vinni's equal and a strong member of her Family and community. Both of them have kept Avellana's main power secret for over a decade.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut rumors of her strange psi talent are spreading, and Vinni is experiencing premonitions of danger to Avellana—even from the highest people of the land. When the whispers become threats, Vinni and Avellana must discover and defeat their secret enemies before they can finally claim happiness together.\u003cb\u003ePraise for the futuristic fantasy of Robin D. Owens, Winner of the 2002 RITA Award for Best Paranormal Romance by the Romance Writers of America\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“[Owens] provides a wonderful, gripping mix of passion, exotic futuristic settings, and edgy suspense. If you’ve been waiting for someone to do futuristic romance right, you’re in luck, Robin D. Owens is the author for you.”—Jayne Castle, \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Robin D. Owens’ Celta novels…are must reads for paranormal, romance, and futuristic romance readers.”—Fresh Fiction\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Owens’s magical world...becomes richer with every book.”—\u003ci\u003eLibrary Journal\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“I keep telling myself that she just can’t get much better, but with every book she amazes and surprises me!”—The Best Reviews\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Another terrific tale from the brilliant mind of Robin D. Owens. Don’t miss it.”—Romance Reviews Today\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Owens paints a world filled with characters who sweep readers into an unforgettable adventure with every delicious word, every breath, every beat of their hearts. Brava!”—Deb Stover, award-winning author\u003cb\u003eRobin D. Owens\u003c\/b\u003e is the RITA Award-winning author of the Celta novels, including\u003ci\u003e Heart Legacy\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eHeart Fire\u003c\/i\u003e, and\u003ci\u003e Heart Fortune\u003c\/i\u003e. She lives in Colorado.One\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Druida City,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 424 years after colonization,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e summer\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e He never saw visions of his own future, not Vinni T'Vine, the      Prophet of Celta. No, he only experienced occasional tightening of      the muscles at the back of his neck and dread slithering down his      spine. Usually those symptoms indicated a threat to his HeartMate,      Avellana Hazel.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Tonight the feeling morphed into the regular nightmare and he      suffered through the horrific dream in his own ancestral bed. The      vision where he held a pale Avellana, her gaze fixed on his, her      last breath coming out with an I love you, Muin, then her eyes      losing the lifespark and fogging with death. From the plague.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e But even dreaming he knew the plague had finally been beaten back,      this particular deadly one mastered and not to return to decimate      the colonists of Celta. Healers now knew how to treat that      sickness, to triumph over it.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Then his lover faded from his arms to stand waving at him from a      balcony, and the balcony broke and she plummeted down onto      unforgiving flagstones. He wrenched his mind from the sight, only      to see her motionless and dead pale on the grass of a Druida City      park, a poisoned candy in her hand.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e More recent dangers giving rise to new visions.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e WAKE UP! His heart gave a huge and heavy thump. He felt the warmth      as if it had pounded outside his chest, groggily lifted his hand,      and touched the soft fur of his Familiar Companion, a housefluff-a      rabbitlike creature. With every stroke his breathing steadied      along with the pulse surging in his blood, the twanging of his      nerves.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Long soft ears brushed his face as Flora lowered her head. He felt      the slightest damp touch of her smooth tongue on his cheek.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The rest of him was damp, too. He lay in his own sweat, the      coverlet unable to draw away the amount of perspiration he'd      emitted.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Only a few seconds had passed since he'd held a limp Avellana-no,      opened his eyes so he'd see Flora, the embroidered canopy above      him, rather than-\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Yes, his Fam touched noses with him. He reached with all his      senses for Avellana, felt their bond as open as usual. He'd      instinctively hidden his fear from her. From her pulsed creativity      and art and . . . a hint of spirituality . . .\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Nevertheless, he needed to go to her.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e He looked around him and blinked at the soft golden light-dawn?      Hadn't he had an appointment at T'Elder's at dawn? Maybe that was      yesterday?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Not dawn, Flora said mentally. Sunset. Dinner soon.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e And the memories of the day wheeled in his head.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"I fell asleep?\" he rasped, still confused by everything except      that his HeartMate lived. He glanced at the viz panel that had      stopped floating above the bed where he'd been watching a comedy,      then turned his head to see that it had folded itself and lay on      the cabinet next to the bed.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Yes, you napped, Flora said.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"I don't nap,\" he said stiffly. \"Sometimes I rest. And it's been a      long day after a long night.\" He sighed. \"As the official birth      Oracle, I attended the birth of the Honey twins last night. I also      kept my consultation appointments today.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The babies were beautiful.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Yes, but the night stretched. GraceLady Mignontette Honey      complimented you on your fur and thanked you for your help.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Flora sniffed. She has useless FamCat.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Who will be fine with the babies.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e He removed Flora from his chest but felt the burden of a vision      unreleased, unresolved, untold. Even though he'd sensed Avellana      was fine, he needed to see her. Make sure she lived and glowed      with health and stayed safe. Defend her if any threat appeared.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Currently she lived on Mona Island, where he'd convinced her to go      three months ago, the last time he'd felt danger to her in Druida      City.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Residence.\" He spoke to the intelligent house itself, T'Vine      Residence. \"In fifteen minutes, inform the Family I will not be      joining them for dinner.\" He'd be gone by then, teleported away.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Again? Flora didn't have much facial expression, but she scrunched      her nose, lifting her upper muzzle from two big front teeth. Her      ears twitched, then angled. You skip dinner more than one this      waxing twinmoons, more than two. They will talk and talk and talk,      and yammer and yammer and yammer, and argue and-\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"I hear you, Flora.\" He sat up and swung his legs over the side of      the bed. Like the cover, his clothes should have wicked away the      sweat, but he figured those daily spells had worn away after the      long and stressful consultations he'd had today. He rubbed the      back of his neck, drying it, flaking away old sweat.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"I need to see Avellana, to teleport to her.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Again? A grass-scented huff came from his Fam. I will go, too.      Avoid the talk and yammer. Though you will argue. Better you argue      with FamWoman because you want her to stay away from the city with      many scaries and she supposed to come home tomorrow.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e True. Any time he'd sensed danger to his HeartMate since she'd      been five, he'd persuaded her Family and Avellana to leave Druida      City.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e His whole body tensed, his nostrils widened, and he caught the      odor of his own distress, the general smell of his suite-sunshine      and an herbal mix he liked-and Flora. He should clean up. He      couldn't take the time. Yes, his whole spine stiffened, his      muscles taut with warning. \"Boots on,\" he ordered rustily, not      thinking he could handle that physically. They formed around his      feet and calves.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e He needed Avellana, his love, his HeartMate . . . though they had      not HeartBonded yet. They'd promised their Families they'd wed      first. Because they belonged to two of the highest-status      Families, such an alliance demanded long negotiations of the      marriage contracts, planning, and formal rituals. Two years' worth      of delays.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e He'd only shared a few instances of intimacy, sexual teasing, and      petting with Avellana. Only three real sessions of lovemaking.      Just thinking about that hurt. Physical aching need for her,      emotional loneliness that she continued to live apart from him and      he couldn't walk into the GreatMistrys Suite and see her. His own      fault, that, though it didn't mitigate the hurt . . .\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The artist colony on Mona Island was easily within his      teleportation range. He scanned for her location, found the      nearest empty teleportation pad. \"'Porting in three. One and holo,      two and-\" Flora hopped into his arms and he left.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Dusk had reached the low-lying island sooner than his hilltop      castle. Or maybe he'd lingered too long in his bedroom. As soon as      they landed in the outside garden, Flora jumped into leafy bushes.      He heard munching.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e He sensed Avellana in the Circle Temple.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Straining all his Flair, he tried to evaluate each droplet of the      atmosphere for threat to her. He felt nothing but didn't trust . .      . anything, not even his senses.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e He leapt off the teleportation pad and flicked the signal to show      that it was available, ran down the path in the direction of the      Circle Temple. As he sucked in air, he smelled the heady aroma of      flowers, blooms that didn't flourish in T'Vine gardens. Summer      scents that spoke of sunshine and heat and the humidity of an      island instead of a plateau above an ocean. Around him lush trees      and bushes grew in wild abandon, not carefully trained so they      wouldn't be a detriment to the security of a FirstFamily castle.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e And he couldn't see through those bushes to know if villains      lurked.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Like everything else on Mona Island, artists had conceived and      built Circle Temple. The stone appeared creamy and mellow in the      fading light. As he surged toward the northern door, he found it      ajar. His gut clenched. Without thought he teleported to the      threshold, shoved the door wide open.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Stopped in surprise when he saw Avellana sitting on the floor,      forehead furrowed in concentration as she moved curved fingers in      the three-dimensional holo painting she worked on. A comprehensive      scan showed him no one else in the one-room building.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Safe! He held his breath so as not to alert her to his panting,      his running. He wanted her to stay here longer instead of return      to Druida City. The setting where he'd just dreamed of danger.      Again.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The small artist colony on an equally small island had kept her      safe for three months. But to prevail upon her to stay, he must      finesse the situation.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e So he stood and watched her and calmed. A sweet jolt had gone      through him at the sight of her, as usual, even though those big      blue eyes hadn't been aimed his way. He appreciated how the light      touched a streak of white in her medium-brown hair, a lock at her      left temple that had appeared after her last Passage to free her      Flair.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Her old and comfortable clothes didn't display her curves well,      but he knew the feel of her breasts in his palms, the curve of her      hips.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Brow furrowed, her hand gestured in a wavy motion. A line of      textured color deepened the bark of the Ash tree in the center of      the Great Labyrinth. He sucked in his breaths gently, let them out      quietly, knowing better than to disturb her focus when in the      midst of creative expression.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The fact she'd created a holo for the temple piqued his curiosity.      She'd left the dominant faith of Celta two years before, the one      that worshiped the Divine Couple, the Lord and the Lady. Avellana      had become an adherent of the Intersection of Hope religion. That      creed had developed on the starships during the centuries-long      trip from Earth to Celta.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e When she'd learned of the precepts of the Hopefuls, they'd made      more sense to her than the doctrine she'd grown up with. So Vinni      found it surprising that she sat in the middle of Circle Temple.      But on the other hand, she'd only been here on the island for a      few months. Not enough time to design an Intersection of Hope      chapel and have it built, even if she found other devotees.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e She stared at her work, finally nodded and added the deep purple      curlicue of her signature, then glanced at him. Of course she'd      sensed when he'd arrived on the island and stood in the doorway,      even if he'd masked his emotions.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"One moment, Muin, while I finish my project, please,\" she said      coolly.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e He did visit her at least once a week when she resided outside      Druida City, but she wouldn't have expected him tonight since      she'd be back at D'Hazel Residence the next morning.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e With a glance at him, her fingers snapped and all the      three-dimensional holographic paintings and murals in the temple      activated. He missed a couple of steps toward her as he staggered      through one of the Lady and Lord planting a garden. He swore he      could smell the rich herbs, the equally fertile dark-brown earth.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e A joyful dancing tune began and echoed through the huge temple      chamber. Avellana stared at him with watchful eyes, so he wrenched      his gaze from her to study the art . . . all the art, including      the parquet patterns of the wooden floor around the rose-streaked      brown marble center stone.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Circles of holograms projected at regular intervals from the      middle of the temple to the walls. Marking the size of various      ritual circles depending on the amount of people. On the walls      hung old-fashioned paintings and tapestries.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e He stared at the two-meter, exquisite mural that only Avellana      could have done. \"I'm surprised you're working on a piece in a      temple for a religion you no longer believe in.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"That is not quite true, Muin,\" she said, standing.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Another pulse of attraction as she said his name. Only his beloved      Avellana called him by his given name.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e With a Word she removed dust from her clothes. She wore a simple      tunic-and-trous set, roomy enough to move around in, of a dull      brown . . . and very soft and thin from many cleansings. Her      comfort clothes. \"I believe the predominant religion is right for      those who believe in it, and, of course, it pervades our society      so there is no escaping it, so one must acknowledge that. I am      also a product of my training and my Family's beliefs; they      suffuse and influence me.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e She gestured for him to join her, and he did so. As soon as he      caught her fragrance, his shaft went hard. With a thought he      loosened the front of his trous so they wouldn't bind, and      wouldn't show at a glance that he fought for slippery control over      his libido. The desire that just standing next to his HeartMate      and breathing her scent caused.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Another flick of her fingers and all the paintings and murals      vanished except for hers. Unlike most of them, her holo was a      perfect lower half sphere reflecting the actual bowl of the Great      Labyrinth to the north of Druida City. Studying it, she brought      her hands from shoulder width together, and the painting collapsed      upward on itself until it appeared like a two-dimensional      rendition, hanging vertically. She stepped back a couple of paces      and he matched her strides.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Then she angled the painting to horizontal and pushed it down      until it touched the floor and the center round stone and matched      the keystone in size. Muttering encouraging words to herself under      her breath that Vinni couldn't quite catch, she sank her painting      into the stone, so the top of the stone showed her work. Long      minutes passed and sweat beaded her forehead.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e With the lightest brush of his fingers, Vinni touched her temple      and whisked the excess moisture away. She chanted a couplet, fast      and loud, that rang in his ears, shouted, \"Engrave and Set in      Stone!\" and clapped her hands. Flair surged through the room,      knocking Vinni back a step, sending shudders rippling through his      body. Secondary creative psi power or not, Avellana matched him in      the potency of her Flair.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e She moved to the middle of the temple and crouched, scrutinizing      the circular center stone that now showed her painting. It looked      perfect to Vinni. She turned and grinned at him, nearly danced to      him, the satisfaction of fulfilled creativity limning her face.      His less-spiritual self yearned for a different kind of      fulfillment with her as he recalled her face during climax. Do not      think of that. Shut it down and up and behind a solidly locked      door.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e After taking his hand, she quickly dropped it, stepped aside, and      focused her gaze on her painting. She inhaled and exhaled, then      raised her arms and said, \"Activate the holo mural titled 'Great      Labyrinth.'\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Around them the Great Labyrinth formed, filling the room. The rim      of the crater matched the top of the walls before they gave way to      the dome of the temple. In the three-dimensional mural, Vinni      stood at the exit from the center onto the meditation path that      wound up the bowl.","brand":"Berkley","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46300207415525,"sku":"NP9780451488176","price":16.0,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9780451488176.jpg?v=1767728845","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/es\/products\/heart-sight-isbn-9780451488176","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}