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No matter how sophisticated or wealthy or broke or enlightened you are, how you eat tells all.

If you suffer about your relationship with food you eat too much or too little, think about what you will eat constantly or try not to think about it at all you can be free. Just look down at your plate. The answers are there. Dont run. Look. Because when we welcome what we most want to avoid, we contact the part of ourselves that is fresh and alive. We touch the life we truly want and evoke divinity itself.

Since adolescence, Geneen Roth has gained and lost more than a thousand pounds. She has been dangerously overweight and dangerously underweight. She has been plagued by feelings of shame and self-hatred and she has felt euphoric after losing a quick few pounds on a fad diet. Then one day, on the verge of suicide, she did something radical: She dropped the struggle, ended the war, stopped trying to fix, deprive and shame herself. She began trusting her body and questioning her beliefs.

It worked. And losing weight was only the beginning.

She wrote about her discoveries in When Food Is Love, her first New York Times bestseller. She gave huge numbers of women their first insights into compulsive eating and she changed huge numbers of lives for the better.

Now, after more than three decades of studying, teaching and writing about what drives our compul-sions with food, Geneen adds a profound new dimension to her work in Women, Food and God. She begins with her most basic concept: The way you eat is inseparable from your core beliefs about being alive. Your relationship with food is an exact mirror of your feelings aboutlove, fear, anger, meaning, transformation and, yes, even God. But it doesnt stop there. Geneen shows how going beyond both the food and feelings takes you deeper into realms of spirit and soul to the bright center of your own life.

With penetrating insight and irreverent humor, Roth traces food compulsions from subtle beginnings to unexpected ends. She teaches personal examination, showing readers how to use their relationship with food to discover the fulfillment they long for.

Your relationship with food, no matter how conflicted, is the doorway to freedom, says Roth. What you most want to get rid of is itself the doorway to what you want most: the demystification of weight loss and the luminous presence that so many of us call God.

Packed with revelations on every page, this book is a knock-your-socks-off ride to a deeply fulfilling relationship with food, your body...and almost everything else. Women, Food and God is, quite simply, a guide for life.


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Trisha Wolfe

Unveiled. Copyright 2011 by Trisha Wolfe. All rights reserved. No part of this novelette may be used or reproduced whatsoever without written permission except for quotations written in articles or reviews.

ISBN: 9780983868156

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The characters and events in this novelette are fictitious and are completely derived from the imagination of the author. Any similarities to real people either living or deceased are completely coincidental and are not intended by the author.

No story, even a short story, comes to be without the help of many people. For all their cheerleading and encouragement through this project, I want to thank my critique partners. Tori, Rachel, Lori Ann, and Hope, you guys are the freakin wind beneath my wings.

To all my Twitter friends for inspiring and being awesome. You kept me going. Have to shout out the amazing book bloggers. You guys rock. Valerie for reading before edits and still loving it, and Alex for doing the cover reveal.

To my agent, Lauren Hammond, for her praise and belief in my writing, and for those too fun phone calls where one of us eventually ran out of battery power. I heart you big time.

To my father for believing and being proud of me, and listening to my rambles during editing. Im forever a daddys girl.

To my mother for reading, many, many times, and giving me valuable input. Youre the coolest mom in the world. To my son for being my sounding board. And thank you to my husband for your support so that I could write.

To my mother,

for everything... I love you.

Chapter 1

The torches cast eerie, affecting shadows against the stone walls as the celebration heightens and the dancing begins. Candlelight flickers from each table in the ceremonial hall of Karm Castle, and I watch as the little flame before me bows, then sways to the music.

I think how easy it would be to snuff out that tiny flame and a shiver crawls along my spine, knowing thats exactly why Im here.

The kingdom of Karm surrounds us. The air we breathe, the grass, the water, the sky abovewith its faint shimmer of voltage. Karm protects us from Outside. The wasteland.

Its home.

And its death.

The cream satin dress irritates my skin. Its lacy bodice scathes, and I wish I was hidden in the shadows, watching and lurking, rather than openly attending Prince Sebastians betrothal ceremony. At least then I could wear my usual all-black gear.

King Harts son, Sebastian, and his newly acquired bride-to-be, Zara, sit at a table at the head of the ceremonial hall. Zaras expression looks like shed rather be anywhere but here. Im with you, honey.

I scan the dancing citizens, then focus my attention across the room. As entertaining as it is to swoon over the celebrity couple, I have to keep my eyes on the dark haired guy in the navy blue uniform. Xander.

My mark.

Ive trained my whole life for this day. While other girls were attending etiquette class, learning how to curtsy and talk like someone from the Dark Ages, I was learning how to fight and track prey. Using the woods as my training ground. Away from the ever watchful eye of the Force.

The Force are the keepers of order and era in Karm. Only Im not sure even they know what the true year is. King Hart says its 2130. My mentor believes its closer to the twenty-third century.

Excuse me, a voice says from behind, interrupting my concentration.

Backing away from the table, I turn toward the voice. A guy dressed in era wardrobe, a blue vest with black tunic and pants, stands beside me, smiling. I smile back. Yes?

He bows, offering me his hand. Would you care for a dance, Miss...?

Refraining from rolling my eyes, I accept his hand and offer of a dance. Thank you. And Miss Fallon, I say, but skip over the pleasantries. Im not a fan of the ridiculous way King Hart has us speak. Ive read enough books and seen clips from salvaged movies in the rebel camp to know it wasnt common before the Final War. Although, its a difficult habit to break, having only ever known this life myself.

He guides me toward the center of the hall, and for a moment Im angry that hes disturbed my surveillance. But then I realize this will get me closer to my mark. And spying on Xander while dancing looks less conspicuous then gawking at him from across the room.

Lifting the hem of my dress, I curtsy before him, then allow him to take my hand and lead me in the Ronde. I grab the hand of the person next to me and skip, following the ring of people circling the room. We break to clap, then join hands and skip again. The enchanted music from mandolins and flutes echoes through the hall combined with laughter from celebrating citizens. Im having a hard time keeping Xander in my sight as we round the room.

Finally the dance ends, and I take a deep breath. I move out of the circle, but my dance partner clasps my hand, halting my retreat. Another dance, Miss Fallon? His blue eyes shimmer in the dim candlelight.

The music slows, and the staccato beat moves the bodies in tight embraces around us. I give a half-nod. Certainly. I have to keep a low profile, but I also need to rid myself of this guy. At some point, I must make my move on the knight.

The guy wraps his arms around my waist, his warm hand pressed to my lower back. I relax into his arms, molding myself against his embrace. As he leads, Im stuck staring at the front of the hall. I need to turn us around so I can watch Xander over his shoulder. My chest tightens as anxiety wracks my nerves. The blade of my dagger rubs against the back of my thigh, reminding me why Im here.

My long dark hair is twirled into a bun, and in its center is a tiny vial of Hemlocka deadly poison. The dagger is back-up if I fail to slip the concoction into his wine. Or worse, if Im caught doing so.

Seeing King Hart on the giant wall monitor during the betrothal ceremony was unsettling enough, never mind that Im one Rebel in a room filled with knights of the Force. But Im thankful his face isnt looming over the hall now. That would make this mission more nerve-wracking than it already is. And knowing what awaits me back at the camp if I fail...

No. I wont fail.

As I watch the couples dressed in absurd costumes rock back and forth, I resist rolling my eyes again. Camelot was agescenturies ago. King Hart believes forcing us to live in his ideal realm will prevent us from repeating mistakes our ancestors made that destroyed the earth.

And the technology he usesthat only he has access tobinds us. Imprisons us. The barrier surrounding Karm makes sure of that. And the technology woven throughout our city keeps us perfectly monitored. King Hart fills citizens with fear of Outside. Growing up, I was taught that the wasteland was a dead world where monsters roamed. Where people, mutated from nuclear fallout, feast on each others flesh. Where the animals have grown larger, hungrier, and evilthe stuff nightmares are made of.

And the king himself? Hes the only one so far to survive the virus that lurks in our bloodthe virus spread during the Final War. It lies dormant in our blood, choosing at random who it takes. But no one makes it to a ripe old age.

King Harts the only one whos lived long enough to know what Outside was like before, and what its become. Somehow, hes defied the laws of man and fate. Our fate. No one I know has ever seen him in person. Rumors circle that hes hidden away in some secret lab, either hooked up to a machine that will keep him alive forever, or that hes part machine himself.

I dont know if any of its true. I only know what my mentor has taught me. And thats that our world would thrive without Hart. That we could reshape it into a place where people didnt fear Outside, only giving into this sham utopian lifestyle because theyre scared of being tossed into the unknown. We could send out scoutsdiscover places where there might be other life, people prospering. And above everything, we could find and study past medicines to discover a cure for the virus that takes us.

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