Worlds of Obsession (Celtic Otherworlds) Read Online Free Page A

he wants to give you the keys to the family castle.”
                  “Yeah, that’s probably it”, Liv scoffed.  “In my dreams.  I’m sure I’m probably royalty, too.  But what about the book?  Why send me a book on Celtic mythology?”
                  “Because he’s crazy , Liv” Jess said with a little snort.  “Ohhh! I wish I could go with you, but I have three really big deals about to close.  You have to call me every day and tell me exactly what happens.  And if you get a castle, I’m shutting down the business and coming to live with you.”  The sound of typing continued in the background as Jess babbled on about how exciting it was going to be and how jealous she was that Liv was going to have an adventure while she had to stay home and work.
                  Liv took another long swallow of coffee and rolled her eyes.  “If I inherit a castle, I’ll give you an entire wing for your very own, but I wouldn’t give up your day job just yet.”  Liv hadn’t seriously considered the possibility of a long-lost relative, but she supposed it was plausible enough.  She’d been raised by her grandmother… her very flighty grandmother who had never bothered to tell her much of anything about their family.  Not even when she asked outright.  She could have a slew of aunts and uncles and never even know it.  She couldn’t ask Gran, though, because the moment Liv had turned eighteen, her grandmother had kissed her goodbye and taken off on a trip around the world that apparently she had always wanted to take, and couldn’t because she had been saddled with raising a child at a time in her life when she wanted to be out having fun.  Talk about a life-long guilt trip.  Liv never heard from her anymore except for an occasional postcard, but she understood.  She was just lucky the woman postponed her travels long enough to raise her.
                  “And… done!  All right, Liv Johnston, you’re all booked.  You leave tomorrow on the 5 PM out of Logan.  And it’s a non-refundable flight, so there will be no backing out at the last minute, young lady.  No wasting all the money you just spent on this trip.”
                  Liv grinned.  Leave it to Jess to give her just the push she needed.  “Holy crap Jess!  I’m going to kill you!  And I’m going to Scotland !”
                  “Check-in is at three.  Call me from the airport, ‘kay?”
                 
                  The next day, the very next day , Liv was on a plane with her stomach twisting in knots of excitement.  Part of her could still not believe she was doing something so crazy, but then she was well known for following through on her whims, usually with behind the scenes encouragement from Jess.  Like the time last month when she had actually gotten up on the bar in their favorite Irish Pub on a dare and danced, or the time just before that when she bought all new lingerie, the expensive, lacy, barely-there kind.  That little shopping trip had been inspired by a date with a guy she thought was going to sweep her off her feet and straight into bed.  Not so much, but then she hadn’t had the best of luck with men.  Maybe she should have her first-ever real fling on this trip.  The kind that was purely for fun, where you really didn’t even care if you ever saw the guy again.  Other women did it all the time, why not her?  Just maybe, if she met the right guy, and she was really attracted to him…
    After the plane took off and the stewardess had come around with the requisite little package of trail mix and a drink, Liv pulled the book out of the backpack under her feet. 
    The Celtic Myths and Legends . 
    She opened it gingerly and flipped to a page near the middle.  The thing read kind of like an encyclopedia, with various entries and definitions.
     
                  Fomoiri :  An ancient race