title: Unfurl: Book Three in the Ripple Trilogy (The Ripple Series) (Volume 3)
author:  Cidney Swanson 
description: <span>Hey Book Lovers! My name is Cidney and I'm a full time writer of young adult science fiction and fantasy novels. (That is, when I can persuade my cat to move off the keyboard.) I'm easily distracted by shiny things such as new book covers, direct sunlight, and Mars set against an inky night sky. My summer so far has included learning to milk goats, baking thirteen pies for friends who wanted Wedding Pie instead of cake, and trying to tan my pasty-white </span><span>Oregon</span><span> skin. (That last isn't going too well, but I'm undaunted--I will triumph!) If you'd like to visit, I hang out at cidneyswanson.com where I natter on about this and that and occasionally give away cool stuff. Stop by and we'll chat! Not sure what to chat about? Here's some convo starters:</span><br /> <span></span><br /> <span>-What would you do first if you could turn invisible? </span><br /> <span>-If you had to pick rescuing your brother OR saving your planet, who would get the shaft?</span><br /> <span>-What's the best movie you've seen this year?</span><br /> <span></span><br /> <span>I look forward to hearing from you!</span>
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  UNFURL
  
  Book Three in the Ripple Series
  
  
  Cidney Swanson
  
  
  
  
  
  For Chris
  
  
  
  
  
  Copyright © 2012 by Cidney Swanson
  
  All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portions
  thereof in any form whatsoever.
  
  This is a work of fiction. Names, character, places, and incidents are
  products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance
  to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely
  coincidental.
  
  ISBN 978–0–9835621–4–6
  
  
  
  
  
  Chapter One
  
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  UNFURL
  
  · WILL ·
  
  
  It was her shoulders I missed most. Lame. I know. Even when we were together,
  it had been months since she’d worn those little tops girls have with no
  sleeves. But when I thought of Sam ‘til I could almost feel the ache of her
  not beside me, I remembered her shoulders. Not hidden and winter–pale. ‘Cause
  in my memory, in my dreams just before I woke up six thousand miles too far
  away, I saw Sam’s shoulders. Brown in the sun, arms pumping hard. And I’d see
  t