A/N: Hello and welcome to this excerpt from DESERT WAKE, a story of The Fold multiverse. This book is a companion to The Fold Series, but it is also stand-alone. You don't have to have read UNSEEN or its sequels to read this one! It takes place in a universe unlike any explored in the three Fold books, and is a romantic adventure filled with danger, deserts, and two very spunky goats.

Unlike the Fold books, this one is narrated in first-person. Our narrator is a young woman named May. May has her own way of speaking (If you've read UNHEEDED, think of Oliver Teide's voice, kicked up a notch). I hope her unique voice will help endure her to you.

Enjoy the excerpt if you haven't already read it and then click on the link in the comments to get started on this all-new adventure!

He climbs up from the gulch, scorched dry these past eight years, draggin' his right leg like he don't want nothin' to do with it. The sun shines on his face and I think, he ain't real. Cain't be. No one comes out of that gulch. Not no more.

But unless mirages talk, he is real. This one, he talks, and he says his name is Rordan, but I cain call him Ro on account of the fact that Rordan is kind of a mouthful. The way he says it, I gotta wonder if he means in general, or just fer uneducated common folk livin' on the edge of the desert. People like me.

I don't argue the point, though, cuz I'm too caught up on the fact that this man, maybe twenty turns 'round the sun or so, not much older than myself, is here at all. And what does he want? That's what I gotta find out. So I say, "Whadaya want?" but he just laughs at me. It's a nice laugh, not meant as belittlin'. Still, I'm annoyed and confused by it. It ain't funny to wanna know what a strange man walkin' up to my porch fifty miles south of nowhere wants. It's downright logical. I cain feel myself edgin' towards Frank, who's restin' against the back of a rickety pillar, the one barely managin' to hold my roof up over the porch. Not yet, Frank, not yet. I gotta use my words to settle this, if I cain.

"I want water," the man, Ro, reports.

"Water's a need, not a want. Didn't your ma ever teach you the difference?"

Ro laughs again and I take a step closer to Frank, who's still hidin' real good. "I guess that's true. I need water, and I want a place to rest for the night. I'm willing to work for a cool spot out of the sun, and maybe a little food too, if you have any to spare."

"Well, what cain you do?" I gotta ask him, cuz food to spare ain't exactly as common as the dust rollin' into the pastures with every passin' wind. If he wants some, he's gonna have to earn every bite.

"Whatever needs doing." His words shake free from his throat like a moth castin' off its cocoon.

Well, I'll be. Desperation exists behind that handsome no-care-in-the-world smile, after all. He's been bakin' in the sun too long. Soon his brain's gonna be all fried up, along with that cornhusk head of his, and he knows it. The fool part of me wants to let him right in, no questions asked, give him a tall glass of water and a bed to sleep on. The rest of me, the part that's almost in reach of Frank, thinks, not so fast.

"Everything needs doin'," I say, and that's true enough. The farm's in shambles as I'm sure this Rordan guy cain see fer himself.

Ro knows he's not gettin' too far with me. He tries fer a different approach. "Do you have a father, or a husband? Is there someone else here I can talk to?"

"The cough got pa and ma years ago," I tell him cuz there ain't no point in pretendin' those people still exist when they don't. "As fer a husband, you see a man worth marryin' anywhere near these parts, you just let me know." I feel like spittin', that's how much I think of them men, boys really, who roam these dusty plains. Ain't no use to them beyond a roll in the hay... and then where's that leave you?

"So, you're all alone here?" That's said with genuine surprise, along with a hint of something behind them blue eyes of his that I cain't quite decipher. I don't like not bein' able to figure things out, especially when the thing that needs figurin' is the motivations of a proper-talkin' stranger.

"Well, until Granddad gets back from his trip," I yank Frank out from behind the post, "it's just me and Frank, here."

I aim Frank at Ro's head, to which he responds with an understandable, "What the hell?" If he was a bit surprised that I'm holdin' my own on this farm, he's downright flabbergasted at the site of a shotgun being drawn upon his person. He don't seem too familiar with the experience, probably on account of the fact that guns are illegal here in our peaceful little land. "Where did you get that?"

Frank, like everything else 'round here, comes from Granddad, but I don't feel a need to tell this to Ro. I stay silent, while Frank and Ro have themselves a starin' competition, and it ain't hard to figure out who's gonna win it.

Ro looks to his feet. All the excitement he must've felt comin' up to the house thinkin' he could get all his needs and wants taken care of is long gone.

"Please." He shifts all his weight onto his good leg. "Please."

Frank wants to stay locked onto Ro, but I force him down. "You cain get some water in that well there." I point to the pump across the yard. "Help yerself."

Ro looks up and there ain't nothin' I cain't read in his eyes now. I nod, pleased that we got all that uncertainty out of the way, fer the time bein' at least. "I hope you don't mind goats, cuz after you feed and water 'em, they'll be sharin' their fine accommodations with you." Frank has a big influence on me and he says there ain't no way I'm lettin' this man into my house. No matter that Frank's not much of a conversationalist and I might like someone made of flesh and bones and blue eyes to talk to fer once.

Maybe Ro ain't so good a conversationalist as I thought, though, cuz he turns 'round and starts limpin' toward the water pump without so much as a word.

"My name's May, case you care to know who to direct your thank-yous to."

"May." he keeps on hobblin'. "Thank you."