When The Sun Reaches My Sister Santa Fe Novels & Stories

“My mate will have my ass if I can’t reunite the sisters.” “All the women love a happy ending,” I snorted, leaning back in my chair. My eyes caught the end of the setting sun, and I turned to the window to face it. The sky was red, orange, and purple. The mountains and the trees stood like silent guardians clad in eternal white robes this far north. Pale behind the setting sun was the moon. Pink and blush from the nearing dusk. Like a theatrical bitch ready to take her stage... “I’ll find her!”

“I am. Our only real problem tomorrow morning will be Alas Mayit, the Corpse Forest. The road to the Sun School takes us straight through it.” “Isn’t Alas Mayit where that dangerous devil-worshiping cult is based? Wisnumurti and Senopati Bantala were talking about them the other day.” “Yes. Outsiders aren’t allowed in there. Anyone caught will be sacrificed to the demons.” Nyai Soma’s face went pale. “Th-then... which way are we supposed to go?” “We go straight through.” Rinjani smiled reassuringly. “Don’t worry, Auntie. I’ve been trained to infiltrate enemy territory without being detected. I’ll get both of you through safely.”

Even after a decade, we still did not know our neighbours first names and only entered their houses when necessary, which never happened. "Good afternoon," I say making sure to stand a few feet away so the leaves won't land on me. He stops shearing and smiles at me and says a good afternoon, there are wrinkles around his eyes and his hands are heavily veined. "My sister Lucinda died. I just thought that you should know." I can't recognize my voice, is it pain that makes my voice strained?

I was a painful memory that cropped up every Christmas, and a tragedy that haunted that rest stop along the highway. The snow melted, and spring arrived. Everything came back to life again. The grass grew, and the birds sang. Come winter, snow would fall over that rest stop once more. Only this time, there wasn't going to be an Omega standing there, waiting for her family that would never come.

“It looks iconic.” “It looks like tetanus.” I smack his shoulder lightly while we both laugh. Eventually, we reach Phoenix, Arizona, by early afternoon, the heat hitting us almost instantly the moment they stopped. “Oh my God,” I groan dramatically as I climb out of the car. “Why does it feel like the sun personally hates Arizona?” Greg puts on a ball cap as soon as he gets out of the car with a smirk. “This is mild.” “Mild?” I stare at him in horror. “People live here willingly?” Greg laughs as I fan myself dramatically with my hand.

he says casually, “since when do you monitor tableware stability?” “It was going to spill.” “It wasn’t.” “It almost did.” Shawn looks between us. “I feel like I’m missing context.” “You’re not,” Mike says smoothly. I stand abruptly. “Where are you going?” Shawn asks. “You’re not going into the southern woods today.” Mike’s eyes narrow slightly. Shawn frowns. “I wasn’t planning to?” “Good.” I move toward the counter, pouring myself coffee I don’t need. “You’ve been there before,” Shawn continues. “You showed me the trails two summers ago.”

“I hear the weather at San Cristobal de las Casas, in Mexico, is excellent at this time of the year…” She shot up, lifting her head. He shut his eyes, “I really should visit, I bet there are a lot of fun things to see in the city, I bet Fernanda would agree…” “No,” her hands shot up to stifle her sobs. She shook her head, “No, please no…” Fernanda was her little niece, and she lived in San Cristobal de las Casas with Camila’s only surviving brother. She got to her knees, “Please don’t hurt anyone…”

he said in a severe tone. Angelito added in his words, "if no one is here, I will fucking torrid you here and roll until we reach the terrain." Denver scoffs in his face. "We will spend Christmas in Boracay?" The Don doesn't give him a hint, but he extends his hand to Denver. The cute boy is dumbfounded as the grasses dance in the afternoon wind downhill. Denver takes his hand under the shade of a mango tree, and Angelito supports him. He pats his ass as they go down.

I just chose the earliest flight. Now, sitting on the plane, for the first time in a long while, I felt… almost calm. I looked down at the boarding pass in my hand. San Diego. I'd heard the name so many times. A city with year-round sunshine, a place people called paradise. The kind of place where you could lose yourself and never want to come back. As the plane lifted off, I gazed out the window at the wide blue sky. In my heart, I whispered to him: Kane… goodbye.

I pressed closer—chin on her shoulder, breathing in leather and wind and her. She took us north—toward Santa Cruz. No words—just the roar of the engine, the rush of air, the golden bond with Elara humming steady in the background (she was far enough that it ached faintly, but not dangerously). Ravenna’s laughter carried back to me every time we hit a straight stretch—wild, free. We pulled into Santa Cruz just as the sun dipped below the horizon—sky bleeding crimson and gold over the boardwalk. Ravenna parked near the beach—cut the engine. The sudden quiet was loud.