The Sky Below

By YD La Mar

We've always been persecuted. That was what my grandma used to tell me.

They murdered my family and were now looking for me.

On the run, I fell into a magical hole in the ground that brought me to a world full of monsters.

I'm still not sure how I found myself mated to one of them.

In order to survive a ceremony called The Devouring, I'm going to have to trust him.

Covered in blood, will this warrior who saved me from death be able to save me from himself?

• Language: English
• Publisher: YD La Mar
• Release date: Feb 6, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223361350

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The Sky Below

YD La Mar

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

Copyright © 2023 by YD La Mar

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or used in any manner without the written permission of the copyright owner except for the use of quotations in a book review. 

First paperback edition January 2022

Book Cover: Cangxxx

Editor: Tiffany Pardon

Contents

About the author front

Acknowledgments

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Epilogue

About the Author

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Acknowledgments

To my wonderful husband, who never bats an eye when I come up with crazy ideas, but instead just adds to it, making my stories come alive. My children, who tell me every day that they are proud of me.

To my beta readers Beth and Gloria. You guys are the real MVP. Thank you for always being down for whatever crazy story I throw your way with no warning. Sabrina, thank you for bouncing ideas off with me!

Mikel, my best friend. I tell you everyday how much you mean to me and my family. The badass leadership crew, you know who you are. You all inspire me everyday to level up, to try harder and to never give up.

To all my readers, thank you for giving me the chance. I hope I can continue to make you guys proud.

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We’ve always been persecuted. That was what my grandma used to tell me.

They murdered my family and were now looking for me.

On the run, I fell into a magical hole in the ground that brought me to a world full of monsters.

I’m still not sure how I found myself mated to one of them.

In order to survive a ceremony called The Devouring, I’m going to have to trust him.

Covered in blood, will this warrior who saved me from death be able to save me from himself?

Chapter 1

Jasleen

We’ve always been persecuted. That was what my grandma used to tell me.

The branches of the trees whip my face as I move my legs faster and faster. My skirt catches, but I jerk it away, ripping the fabric. The acrid smell of smoke burns my lungs with every breath. They sound so close, I need to get away! The pain on my cheek numbs quickly from the adrenaline rush I feel through me.

Get back here, Gypsy!

Yeah! We just wanted to have a little fun!

Their cackling laugh sends a bolt of fear through my body. They came to our camp, pretending to want trade. Suddenly, screams and gunshots rang out. It all happened so fast. Uncle Fenix tried to fight them off, but there were too many of them and not enough of us.

The sound of my mother’s gurgles echo in my mind. Her eyes rolled back quickly as her top bloomed with crimson bloodstains. She sacrificed her life for mine.

They lit the whole camp on fire. Our whole lives—our whole culture—up in flames, erased from existence as if we never existed.

I’m so sorry, mother!

I leap over the fallen logs and boulders that surround the area, almost missing my footing on the last one. My foot catches on a root I didn’t see, and I tumble onto my knees. The leaves beneath my feet soften the fall at least but prick my skin, nonetheless.

She couldn’t have gotten that far.

What about the others?

The boys will take care of it. We just need to get this one. I’ve never been with a Romani girl before.

You best watch out—she might curse you, make your prick fall off.

He laughs. You’ve been watching too many movies. They’re just nomadic Gypsy scum, squatting wherever, petty thieves and crooks. Nothing more.

Their voices float between the trees. I can’t tell the direction except behind me. I hate this world. I hate the people in it. If my mother hadn’t made such a great sacrifice for me, I would have let them just take me away from this place.

Now, I don’t even know if