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Made For Each Other
One of my favorite tropes is the one where two people are destined to be together – they are made for each other.
In the Winbrothers’ world, all the magic users and their guardians share this same fate, or in their instance, the winds blow them together. I had so much fun with these stories, joining up these sets of men who were made to be together, made to help and support each other.
While the guardians, or hi’icha are strong physically, very settled in their bones, the magic users, or ba’chi, tend to be innocent of the ways of the world, more ethereal – their magic takes up a lot of them. Together they are strong, better than either of them are on their own.
They are made for each other. As it should be.
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As It Should Be
Set in the sweeping Windbrothers’ world, where magic users and their sworn mates find each other through a process of trial and error, these stories, which take place long before the events in Desert, explore the different ways that ba’chi and hi’icha come together to become ki’ita. For every magic user, there is a grounding force to steady him, and neither half of the pair feels whole until he finds his destined lover.
Some mates discover each other with relative ease, while others have a harder time uniting with their designated partners, and the world they live in can be accepting, cruel, or even indifferent. From a shape-shifter with a secret to a pair of twins who think they’ll never find their lover, Sean Michael gives us a lot to love, just as it should be, in these stories sure to tug at your heart.
From: The Wind’s Will
He hefted his rahat in his hand, looking over at Yusef. Cousins, best friends, almost brothers—Yusef held a huge place in his heart. Normally he would never consider challenging the warm, laughing, gentle warrior. He would, right now, defend Yusef’s name, Yusef’s honor, against anyone who dared mar it.
That was before the ba’chi came.
Long, dark hair, eyes like spring forests, a soft voice—Benik had shuddered, body growing hard at the first glance of the young man. He’d heard the wind singing inside his heart and run for the mountains. Two seasons he’d fought the call of the ba’chi and then, after days and days of dreams, he returned.
Benik had spoken to his father, the Elders, and finally to Yusef. It was hard to challenge his friend, but it was dishonorable to deny the winds.
Semon would be his ki’ita. The winds had promised it.
Yusef looked no happier to be fighting him than Benik felt.
Natik stepped into the circle and raised his own rahat and called the warriors and the winds to witness their challenge. Yusef stepped forward as soon as Natik stepped out of the circle again, unwilling, but not about to give up the ba’chi easily.
Their weapons met, again and again, the fight brutal and silent. Only their grunts and the click and spark of their weapons together colored the air. The crowd held their breath. He could see his father, tall and proud, watching his oldest son.
There was no doubt inside him about who would end the victor. Benik had never lost a challenge—not since the day he had woken after the bear had taken his arm. His father’s eyes had been devastated, hard. “Benik, you are no longer a warrior. You can no longer wear your scars.”
He had fought then; he fought now.
He asked for no quarter, and Yusef gave him none, fighting him with all of the strength his cousin possessed. It would not be enough. He could see already that Yusef was weakening, blocking each blow more and more clumsily.
Benik swept Yusef’s feet from beneath him. The coppery braids hit the ground before his head slammed down. As the blue eyes rolled up, Benik touched his rahat to Yusef’s throat, looking up at Natik.
Natik alone of the circle did not seem surprised, and he nodded and stepped into the circle. “Victory to Benik. The challenge is sustained.”
The silence of the circle broke into noise.
Ignoring the rejoicing in his heart, Benik hilted his rahat and began to wake his friend, tapping Yusef’s cheeks. “Come now, Yusef. Wake from your sleep.”
He now had a long, unsure road to walk. The ba’chi must be courted, cared for, convinced that the song he heard was true.
Yusef’s eyes blinked open, and he looked around, groaning. “I lost.”
“The winds made their choice, my friend.” Benik helped Yusef upright, holding his shoulder until he settled. “I am sorry.”
“You followed your heart and the winds’ call, but you must still win Semon’s heart.” Yusef looked at him seriously. “He is a sweet man, Benik, very timid and shy. Don’t bully him.”
Benik looked back, his heart in his eyes. “I would give my only arm before I caused him pain, my friend.”
He would not do anything to harm or frighten Semon. He would simply have to prove that the winds had sent Semon for him to care for. He knew, Yusef knew, now Semon would know.
Best-selling author Sean Michael is a maple leaf–loving Canadian who spends hours hiding out in used book stores. With far more ideas than time, Sean keeps several documents open at all times. From romance to fantasy, paranormal and sci-fi, Sean is limited only by the need for sleep—and the periodic Beaver Tail.
Sean fantasizes about one day retiring on a secluded island populated entirely by horseshoe crabs after inventing a brain-to-computer dictation system. Until then, Sean will continue to write the old-fashioned way.
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