Discover Keiko’s history and learn why the taggers never came back to the catacombs in this thrilling (and FREE) short story!
At the beginning of Truth Seer, we see Keiko bullying a young boy because he “stole” her scholarship. But in the world of Truth Seer, things are rarely what they seem.
- Find out why Keiko was so desperate
- Discover Keiko’s own connection to the taggers
- See glimpses of what the taggers and the Judge were doing while Imara and the others were in the catacombs
- Do NOT read this short story until you have read Truth Seer!!! Spoilers abound
Keiko’s story picks up immediately where we last see her in Truth Seer. She is in the kitchen with her dad, the waiter who dropped the tray on Imara. Enjoy this small excerpt from Keiko’s story:
Excerpt from Sound Seer: Keiko’s Story
Keiko hopped onto the kitchen counter and crossed her legs. Her silky black hair spilled over the front of her shoulder. “That was rude, Dad,” she said. “What do you see in the mirror?”
Montu looked over his shoulder at the closed door with a tiny shudder. “Earlier tonight she had a silver tray and was terrified by her own reflection. Terrified!” Montu shook his head while another shiver ran down his spine. “Something is wrong with that girl.”
Keiko slid her tongue across her black lipsticked bottom lip and at the same time, picked at her black nail polish. She always liked the all black look, but tomorrow she’d go with neon pink. A grin turned her lips up. Her mom hated neon pink.
No. Not mom. She didn’t deserve to be called mom anymore. Keiko promptly pushed the thought away. “Whatever, Dad. Everyone has issues. You shouldn’t be afraid of people just because they don’t like looking in the mirror.”
Montu pulled a rag from a drawer and started scrubbing the counter clean. He stopped midway and glanced back at Keiko. “Since Mr. Nazari is gone, do you think anyone will notice if I sleep here tonight?”
Keiko bristled at the words. A year ago, she was living in a comfortable house. She had tuition covered for the best hila school in the world and for the best traditional school in Alexandria. And she had violin lessons from a world renowned violinist.
Now her dad was reduced to paying for the cheapest hotel he could find on the nights he could afford it. Yet he still insisted on paying for her music lessons.
It wasn’t fair.
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