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Tuesday, April 10, 2018
Congratulations to Jessica Leake on the release of Beyond a Darkened Shore. Today you can check out an excerpt and rave reviews of this new YA historical fantasy. Be sure to pick up a copy! You can even pick up a signed one. Just note that some of those buy links may be affiliate links, which can earn me a few pennies toward maintaining my websites, but at no additional cost to you. Also be sure to enter the giveaway that includes a $25 Amazon gift card!
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Beyond a Darkened Shore
By Jessica Leake
by Jessica LeakeHardcover & ebook, 384 pages
Young Adult Historical Fantasy
Young Adult Historical Fantasy
April 10th 2018 by HarperTeen
The people of Mide have always been safe because of Ciara’s unearthly ability to control her enemies’ minds and actions. But lately a mysterious crow has been appearing to Ciara, whispering warnings of an even darker threat. Although her clansmen dismiss her visions as pagan nonsense, Ciara fears this coming evil will destroy not just Éirinn but the entire world.
Then the crow leads Ciara to Leif, a young Northman leader. Leif should be Ciara’s enemy, but when Ciara discovers that he, too, shares her prophetic visions, she knows he’s something more. Leif is mounting an impressive army, and with Ciara’s strength in battle, the two might have a chance to save their world.
With evil rising around them, they’ll do what it takes to defend the land they love...even if it means making the greatest sacrifice of all.
Praise for the Book
"Beyond a Darkened Shore is thrilling and romantic. This is a must-read for lovers of fantasy, mythology, and folklore." - Kody Keplinger, New York Times bestselling author of The DUFF and Run
“With undead armies, flesh-eating spirit horses, and a powerful heroine, fantasy, romance, and historical-fiction readers will have a great time.” - Booklist
“While Morrigan and Odin are terrifying, raven-haired Ciara is the star. Beautiful, strong, and independent, she is the perfect warrior princess. Epic historical fantasy filled with deadly creatures, simmering romance, and nonstop action.” - Kirkus Reviews
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The waves viciously beat against the worn rock, sending sprays of white water into the air. It should have been deterrent enough, but the Northmen were relentless. Their longship had already landed. Men poured from its side like a wave of death. As I took in the square sail—white with a crimson skeletal dragon—my heart beat a furious rhythm in my chest. I’d fought countless Northmen in battles throughout our kingdom, but the sight of that sail still made every muscle in my body clench in warring fear and anger—and memory.
My clansmen’s blood staining the earth red—
—my sister’s hand in mine as we tried to escape—
—her eyes wide as the blood trailed down her throat, and me, screaming, screaming—
I shook my head, banishing the memories before they could weaken my mind further. Sleipnir snorted and pawed the ground in response. Like other horses, he could sense my emotions. But unlike other horses, my apprehension only made him bolder.
Fergus wheeled his horse over to me and spat on the ground. “Let us pray the blood of the raiders will flow this day.”
I glanced at the men assembled beside me and frowned. A Northman longship of the size of the one on our shore could hold at least sixty men, far more than our own crew. “The battle can go no farther than this cliff—not this time.”
“I will cover you as best I can,” Fergus said. “You search for their leader.”
I tightened my grip on the hilt of my sword. My arm muscles tensed, and my heart pounded. Anticipation of the battle was always the hardest: the prickling adrenaline, the torrent of memories, the cold dread. I endured it all because my sisters and mother were huddled in fear in their room. We were the only things preventing them from being killed.
I snapped my attention back to the battle. The Northmen had begun the treacherous climb to our stronghold. With any luck, we would pick them off as they emerged at the top of the cliff. The Northman raiding strategy was always to ambush. Instead of recognizing such actions as dishonorable, they seemed happy to live to fight again. They wouldn’t expect us to be waiting for them, and if we could defeat their leader quickly enough, they might retreat. There was no dishonor in retreat in their eyes either, not when their strategy to ambush meant they were usually slinking into a castle and catching its warriors unawares.
Holding the high ground was our advantage. We had to make it count.
With a shout, the first man made it to the top. He showed a momentary flash of surprise that we were lying in wait for him, but he recovered quickly. Battle-axe raised and shield in front of his chest, he charged. More of the enemy followed, their armor and long beards making them indistinguishable from one another. My clansmen made rivers of their blood.
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Friday, April 6, 2018
Title: Heroes of Arcania
Author: Liz Long
Genre: YA Super Heroes
Hosted by: Lady Amber’s PR
This boxed set features the entire Heroes of Arcania trilogy.
Heroes of Arcania: SuperNova, Book 1
Sometimes the villain must create the hero.
The streets of Arcania are overrun with crime, deteriorating as a madman named Fortune makes himself at home. He shows no mercy, striking down anyone in his path – including Nova Benson’s little sister. Devastated, Nova vows to seek justice for her family, but aside from her freak strength and impenetrable skin, how is she supposed to stop a monster like Fortune?
Cole Warner wants to help people. Entrusted to keep his family’s secret, he’s also frustrated at having to hide his gift. He knows he could do more to help in the fight against Fortune. If he could convince his sister Penelope to join him, they might even have a chance at beating him. When Cole meets Nova, he realizes his whole world is about to change. And he’s going to welcome it with open arms.
Falling for each other wasn’t part of the plan.
Then again, neither was becoming a superhero.
Heroes of Arcania: Fortune's Favor, Book 2
Not all villains can be defeated.
Nova will learn it takes more than sheer strength to be a superhero. Her world implodes when Fortune strikes back for all the trouble she’s caused. His dangerous games put everyone around her at risk, especially when he decides to turn Arcania against its precious Heroes. Nova wants to protect Arcania, but how does she save a city that doesn’t want her help?
Cole has no idea how to deal with his sister Penelope, especially now that she’s learned the truth about their family secret. Thanks to Fortune, she’s headed down a dark path, one with no return. Torn between helping Nova and protecting his sister, Cole will be forced to make a choice. Tensions rise as Cole and Nova discover war will come to Arcania if they don’t get Fortune off the streets…or preferably six feet under.
Nova and Cole might have each other, but will they lose everything else in their mission to save Arcania?
Heroes of Arcania: Unbreakable, Book 3
True heroes refuse to be broken.
Nova started the fight against Fortune for simple revenge, but now it’s turned into something much bigger. Arcania’s criminals are at each other’s throats, putting the city right in the middle of a warzone. She’ll have to work with a few unlikely allies to end Fortune’s games once and for all. Nova thought she understood what it meant to be a superhero, but will she have to lose herself to truly defeat Fortune?
Fortune has given Cole a choice, one with unbearable consequences. When Cole takes matters into his own hands to save his sister Penelope, he realizes too late he’s another pawn in Fortune’s games. Fortune will use Cole’s gift against his enemies…including Nova. Cole will have to become the hero he always wanted to be if he’s going to protect the love of his life.
Nova and Cole could finally save Arcania from Fortune’s deadly games, but are they willing to sacrifice each other?
Liz Long is a proud graduate of Longwood University and author of ten novels. Her inspiration comes from action and thriller genres and she spends entirely too much time watching superhero movies. Her day job as Associate Editor includes writing for a magazine publisher in Roanoke, VA. She is also the director of the Roanoke Regional Writers Conference and the annual Roanoke Author Invasion.
Comic book readers and fans of CW Network smash hits Arrow, The Flash, Legends of Tomorrow, and Netflix’s Daredevil will root for Liz Long’s bestselling YA summer series as the HoA’s gifted teen superheroes attempt to save their city from its impending demise. The Donovan Circus series has best been described as "X-Men meets the circus." Adult horror story Witch Hearts tells the tale of a serial killer hunting witches for their powers. New Adult PNR A Reaper Made is about a teen Reaper who gets caught between falling in love or saving her sister's soul. All titles are available for paperback or ebook on Amazon.
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Thursday, April 5, 2018
Welcome to the kickoff of the tour for Passage: Book I of the Akasha Series by Indie Gantz. Check out this fantasy novel and grab your copy for just 99 cents. Then you can also enter to win a $5 Amazon gift card! Note that there are affiliate links present. Should you make a purchase through one, I may earn a small commission at no extra cost to you.
Publisher: Cromulent Press
Date Published: 3/20/18 Paperback. 3/13/18 E-book
Uncover a Lifetime of Lies in this Fantasy Adventure!
On Day One, Charlie Damuzi and her mute twin brother, Tirigan, are blissfully unaware of the dangerous world they live in. They may be aliens living on Earth after the extinction of humans, but to Charlie, life is pretty mundane.
On Day Two, the Damuzi family is ripped apart by a secret that forces the twins to flee the only home they've ever known. Determined to reunite their family, Charlie and Tirigan travel to uncharted territory in search of their salvation.
But that's just Charlie's side of the story.
In the future, forty days from when we first meet the Damuzi twins, Tirigan is on the move. His destination is unknown, as are the people he's surrounded himself with, but his mission is still the same. Keep his sister safe and reunite their family. However, as Tirigan attempts to navigate the complex bonds he's formed with his companions, he's forced to confront the one thing in life he has yet to fully understand. Himself.
Family. Deception. Power. Destruction.
It all begins on Day One.
About Indie Gantz
Indie Gantz grew up in Northern Virginia and received her Psychology degree at George Mason University. Despite her passion and curiosity for the human mind, Indie left her chosen field of study to finally give voice to the many imagined minds she has created. Indie lives with her family in North Carolina. She spends her days drinking tea and clacking keys.
Wednesday, April 4, 2018
Welcome to the release blitz tour for Fourth Chronicles of Illumination by CA Pack. Check out this new YA fantasy that is the third book in the Knowledge is Power trilogy. Read a lengthy excerpt and then enter the giveaway for a $10 Amazon gift card. You can also purchase this book on any one of your favorite reading platforms. Note that affiliate links are present for some of those. Should you make a purchase through one of them, I may earn a small commission to support my websites at no extra cost to you.
Fourth Chronicles of Illumination
Young adult sci-fi/fantasy
Date Published: April 3, 2018
Imprisoned on a distant realm—her love life in a shambles—18-year-old Johanna Charette wonders how to extract herself from her enemy's grasp. He's a fool who wants to control all the knowledge in the universe by destroying every book in every Library of Illumination except his own. He’s already demonstrated he’s willing to kill to do it. Johanna needs to resolve the threats against the Libraries of Illumination and protect the people she holds dear. But how?
She has changed—ever since engaging with a secret society of sorcerers—and she believes magic is growing inside her. Meanwhile, her feelings about ex-boyfriend, Jackson Roth, remain unresolved, especially after learning why he broke up with her.
Unfortunately, the battle to control all the Libraries of Illumination is about to explode. Their lives are in peril. And the source of every bit of information everyone on every realm once trusted, could be stripped away, plunging future generations into stone-age ignorance.
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Cameron Thorne, the dean of English at Cranford University, grimaced and twisted his face to one side with his eyes tightly closed. “What is that smell?”
He squinted just enough to see Johanna Charette, curator of the Fantasian Library of Illumination. “Am I dreaming?” he asked. “I just had one hell of a nightmare.”
“It’s a nightmare all right, but it’s very, very real.”
“How can this be real?” He struggled up to his feet to try to put some distance between himself and the Terrorian vapor that swirled across the floor. “Wait. Don’t tell me. We’re inside one of your books. It’s the Library of Illumination, right? Books come to life here.”
“I wish it were that simple.” She sighed. “We’re on Terroria, a dark, toxic world filled with oversized beings with multiple tentacles for arms. Nero 51, the Terrorian who brought us here, is the curator of their library. He wants to take over the entire Illumini System, a constellation of thirteen worlds, by destroying all the Libraries of Illumination, so his library alone holds all knowledge. And as Francis Bacon said, ‘Knowledge is power.’
“Anyway,” she summarized, “we’re a long way from Fantasia.”
“That’s what the College of Overseers, who are in charge of all the libraries, call Earth. ‘Fantasia.’”
“I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about, but I can say for certain, it’s not because I doubt you. Should I be scared?”
“You’ve got nothing to fear from me. But I can’t say as much for our tentacled abductors. They absolutely hate me and would love to see me die a slow, painful death.”
“That doesn’t sound promising.”
“I hope Jackson managed to secure the library after we were taken.”
“Is that difficult to do?”
“It is with the Terrorians. They have our time machine, but I thought they were stuck between the layers of time and space. I guess they figured out how to break free.”
“Did you just say time machine?”
“It’s a long story.”
“No!” Johanna swatted away the vapor in the area of the mewling. “I don’t believe it.” She lifted a bundle of fur and hugged it to her chest. Ophelia purred at her. “Now, I have to worry about you too?” she said as she bent to kiss the small, white kitten. She pulled away sharply. “You smell like Terrorian poop.”
Cameron scratched the top of Ophelia’s head. “You know,” he said to Johanna, “everything you’ve told me so far sounds totally off the wall—like you’re just grabbing bits and pieces of your favorite sci-fi stories and mashing them together. Yet, my insides are tied up in knots, because I believe every word of it.”
Johanna managed a small smile. “I’m sorry I got you mixed up in this. It really was just supposed to be a pleasant lunch and a library tour for my future college professor—just a way for you to see one of our enchanted books spring to life.”
“What do you think our chances are of getting out of here?” Cameron walked around the enclosed space that imprisoned them, looking for a way out.
“Normally, I’d say slim to none. But I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve, thanks to the Eahta Frean fram Drycræft.”
“Yes. It’s a secret society formed to protect the works of Myrddin Emrys, who is more popularly known as Merlin the Magician.”
“Merlin the Magician is fictional.”
“Nope. He’s as real as you and I.”
“I’m the dean of the English Department. I did my doctoral dissertation on medieval Arthurian literature. Myrddin Emrys may have been real, but Merlin is a complete fabrication.”
“When we get back to the library, I’ll prove it to you.”
“Well, at least you’re optimistic about us getting back to the library.”
Johanna sighed. “I’m so sorry, Cameron. I really wish the Terrorians would have left you and Ophelia behind.”
“But then you’d be all alone. At least you have me to protect you and your furry little friend.”
His comment took her breath away, if only for a moment. “Thank you,” she whispered.
Furst used his diary to contact overseer Pru Tellerence. He wanted to tell her about the Terrorians’ sneak attack and how the invaders captured his kinsmen outside the Dramatican library. He walked back to the window on the halo level and looked out onto the field behind the library. The inhabitants of Dramatica, a normally peaceful realm where people lived simple lives, had risen up to fight the Terrorians and were now being taken prisoner.
Furst could see a half-dozen soldiers and a dozen immobilized Dramaticans. At least, the fighting had stopped, although four troopers faced out from the field with their decimators ready.
Pick them off, I could, Furst thought. But the sealed library window would pose a problem. The cupola? The curator looked at the railings above him before staring at the base of the cupola staircase below. Too much time, that would take. He slid the decimator behind his back and flexed his knees before jumping from the halo level to the cupola.
Furst took a deep breath after his feet connected with the floor. Dramaticans were known for their jumping abilities, but he took a leap that would be considered well beyond normal. He rushed into one of the alcoves and found an octagonal window that opened for roof maintenance. He opened his diary to ask Pru Tellerence if the window was sealed. He did not expect to see the words, Furst, we are under attack, as her reply.
The Terrorians who invaded the predominantly female realm, Romantica, were so intent on removing the arrows that had pierced their tentacles, they didn’t notice Milencia Jolen’s late arrival on the field.
She fell to the ground after crashing into Natalia Dalura and found herself staring into the curator’s eyes. “Are you all right?” Milencia whispered.
“I can’t move,” Natalia answered, keeping her voice low. “Apparently, we’ve all been incarcerated in our own personal force fields.”
“But you can speak.”
“Yes. But I can’t turn my head or use my limbs.”
Milencia tried to touch Natalia, but the force field repelled her hand. “Did I hurt you when I crashed into you?”
“No. I think it is also protecting me.”
“What do you think I should do?”
“Unless you believe you can overtake six large invaders with eight stretchy tentacles each before they see you, I’d say not much. At least, not here. It would be better for you to sneak away and warn everyone to lock themselves inside their homes.”
Milencia peeked beyond Natalia’s inert body. She stiffened. “Dame Erato doesn’t look good. Is she dead?”
Natalia might not have been able to move, but that didn’t stop a tear from pooling on the bridge of her nose. “I don’t know. It wasn’t supposed to happen. One of the militairres shot an arrow at the Terrorians, but the arrow went wild. If Dame Erato dies, it’s our fault.”
“U zego a inca-gi.”
Milencia froze when she heard the Terrorians speak. She looked around for a means of escape. A massive willow tree was just a few arm-lengths away. She turned her head and watched the Terrorians cluster together to discuss something. Milencia crawled behind the tree and held her breath. Even though she didn’t exert a lot of energy, her heart thumped heavily, and she tried as hard as she could to quiet her heartbeat and control her breathing. What felt like several minutes passed without incident. Milencia slowly crept around the trunk of the tree to see what the Terrorians were doing. Her jaw dropped when a large glass bubble appeared and two militairres were loaded inside. She gasped, ducking back behind the tree when they disappeared.
The invaders lined up the other frozen militairres two-by-two. At this rate, it could be hours before the Terrorians completed their task and departed. Or maybe not. The bubble suddenly reappeared, empty, and two more militairres were carried onboard.
A melancholy spirit pervaded the overseers’ meeting room in the Library of Origination on the prime realm. The outward appearance of calm and perfection in the capital city of Lumi belied the internal turmoil created by the Terrorian betrayal. The overseers had their work cut out for them.
The Terrorians have invaded Romantica and managed to capture overseers Pru Tellerence and Horatio Blastoe, as well as the militairres. Fortunately, they ensnared their captives in force fields rather than killing them.
We must go free our brethren.
We do not need to free them. The deans are still wearing their miters and can remove themselves at will. Right now, they are acting as our eyes and ears.
How interesting. They say the prisoners are apparently being removed in the stolen time machine.
This calls for an entrapment snare.
Pru Tellerence and Horatio Blastoe do not have that capability. Only you, Galio Abbingdon, and I, can engage an entrapment snare.
Will you be traveling there, then?
It is wiser to allow them to be taken to Terroria. They can give us information on what is transpiring on that realm.
If I’m not mistaken, although I have no memory of the actual event, I did not fare well on Terroria, even though I’m an overseer.
Ah, Plato Indelicat, that is only because you became separated from your miter. Pru Tellerence and Horatio Blastoe will transport themselves away if they fear that is about to happen to them. You have provided them with that important lesson.
Can we also discuss Adventura, which is under attack by its sun?
By all means.
The power grids have failed across the entire realm. Previously, only their tissue-cloning operation appeared threatened. Now, their very existence is at risk. They have no way to refrigerate the plasma they use to keep their brains and hearts functioning, nor any way to recharge their non-organic sensors. In less than six weeks, their civilization will cease to function if a solution is not found.
Scorching winds blew debris across the deserted landscape of Adventura’s main cities. The massive explosions caused by their raging sun had destroyed the realm’s interconnected power systems, plunging everything into darkness.
In the capital city of Venit, gold-armed hu*bots gathered in cohorts to discuss strategies that might sustain the majority of their citizens in stasis. Physicians discussed ways to maintain heart and brain health. Scientists studied the phenomena that caused the massive blackout. Mathematicians calculated how long the solar storm would last and how much further damage it might do. Engineers concerned themselves with developing new mechanisms for generating power. And, violet-eyed gold arms—the most elite echelon of all—weighed the various approaches and considered how they might mesh together.
Few would admit it, but never had the Adventurans felt so helpless, at least, not since the nuclear aftermath of the Two Millennia War nearly annihilated their civilization. Each of them still carried the cloned remnants of those same ancestors, and their forbears’ ancient emotions stirred back to life.
The young people on Juvenilia were amazed to see an overseer. Juveniles didn’t survive past the age of fifteen, so most of them had never seen anyone old. They circled around Zenith Fullova, touching his robe and marveling over his beard and hat. The overseer had visited Juvenilia regularly but mostly confined his stays inside the Library of Illumination. He was as concerned as the children over the disappearance of their curator.
When was the last time you saw Peer Meap?
One of the younger boys stared at the overseer, his eyes wide. “Did you see that?” he asked, without taking his eyes off Zenith Fullova. “His lips don’t move. He can talk with his mouth closed.”
All the Juveniles took a step closer to Zenith Fullova, hemming him in. “Say something,” one of them called out.
Allow me to restate the question. When was the last time any one of you saw your curator?
“Wow. Could you teach us how to do that?”
Zenith Fullova smiled. §First, you must tell me about Peer Meap.
“He’s been gone an awful long time,” Duddu answered. “I haven’t seen him since before the monsters came.”
Are there monsters here, now?
“They’re mostly dead. One drowned in the pond. We fried one in the storm drain. The others are making a big stink in the library. We don’t want them here.”
They don’t belong here. It is the reason why we sealed the libraries. However, Zenith Fullova looked at Duddu and Marbol, §you boys still managed to get inside.
Marbol held up his homemade weapon. “I used my sonic scrambler. The first time, it broke the glass in the window and the monsters escaped. But then, something happened, and we couldn’t get inside, even though there was no glass left. I modified my scrambler and tried it again on a different window. It doesn’t look like I broke the glass, but now we can get inside like there’s nothing there.”
Zenith Fullova carefully studied the device. §May I borrow it?
Marbol hunched his shoulders and hugged the scrambler against his chest. “It’s the only one I have.”
I can get it back to you, unchanged, within moments.
Marbol repeatedly sucked in air and rapidly blew it out through pursed lips, making them quiver.
Duddu placed a hand on Marbol’s shoulder. “It’ll be okay. He’s Peer Meap’s friend. He’ll give it back to you.” But Marbol continued to clutch the sonic scrambler to his chest, breathing heavily.
I have an idea. Let’s take a trip.
“All of us?” someone asked.
No. Zenith Fullova put his hands on Marbol’s and Duddu’s shoulders. §Just these two lads and I. In the blink of an eye, they disappeared.
Malcolm Trees, the Chancellor of the Exchequer, hid on the floor behind a stone bench at the far end of a Mysterian discussion circle. He and curator, Hue the Elder, hoped the bench would shield them from invading Terrorians. Mal’s biggest concern was his inability to commune with the overseers. He had left his robe and chaperon—a special hat designed by the overseers—at Hue the Elder’s home after lunch. Without the special properties built into the chaperon, he could not inform anyone of the attack upon the priests and priestesses of Mysteriose, a realm where half the inhabitants dabbled in witchcraft and sorcery.
“This is quite undignified,” Hue whispered, “and uncomfortable. But we must remain here until we can get away to the caves without being detected.”
Mal nodded but doubted the curator could see his sign of agreement. He wriggled his way to the edge of the bench to try to peek around it. He caught a glimpse of a Terrorian trooper walking out of the building with each of his tentacles wrapped around an immobilized Mysterian.
Jackson Roth frantically searched the Library of Illumination’s circulation desk for Johanna’s diary. “She used to keep it in here. I’m sure of it.”
Emily Brent, his prom date, wrapped her arms around her body. “I don’t want to stay here. This place gives me the creeps. Those ugly beasts tried to kill me!”
Jackson stared at her. “They’re called Terrorians. You’re okay now, which is more than I can say for Johanna.”
“They dangled me from five stories up. I could have been killed.”
“You weren’t,” Jackson answered as he continued to search.
Emily glared at her best friend, Cassie Turner, who in turn nudged Jackson’s best friend, Logan Elliott.
“Are you calling the cops?” Logan asked.
“No. I need to get in touch with the overseers.”
“If you’re not calling the cops, I’m not hanging around here for a repeat performance.” Emily turned to Cassie. “Do I look okay? Have I been slimed?”
“No,” Cassie answered. “You look beautiful.”
“Can we get out of here? I want to go to the prom.”
“The prom?” Jackson couldn’t believe his ears. “I can’t go to the prom. I’m the co-curator here. I have to save Johanna.”
“I’ll probably be voted prom queen. You have to escort me.” Emily stamped her foot. “You’re supposed to be my king.”
Jackson looked at Logan. “Can you help me out here?”
Logan shook his head. “Leave it to this place to turn prom night into a weirdo missing persons case.”
Cassie gripped Logan’s arm like she’d never let go. “What about that other guy?”
That got Emily’s attention. “The cute college guy?”
Jackson sighed. “Who did she say he was?”
“The dean of English at Cranford University,” Logan answered.
“I’ve got to get them back.” Jackson continued to root around the desk.
Cassie tugged on Logan’s arm. “Do something,” she said between clenched teeth.
Logan kissed the side of her head before saying to Jackson, “Dude. How about I take the girls to the prom, while you take care of business here? There’s not much reason for us to hang around. You know where to find us when you’re done.”
“Yeah. Sure. You go ahead,” Jackson said, without stopping his hunting expedition.
Logan placed his free hand on Emily’s back and led her and Cassie out the door.
“Wait,” Jackson called out. He grabbed the corsage he had purchased for Emily and ran over to her. “This is for you.”
She took the corsage without looking at him. “Thanks.”
Once they were outside, Emily leaned toward Logan. “What was that all about? What is this place?”
“It’s the Library of Illumination, and if you don’t want to be considered an airhead, don’t repeat anything that happened tonight to anyone. Jackson didn’t want us coming here to begin with, and now I can see why.”
Cassie pulled away from him. “Somebody needs to know what happened here. It’s… unnatural.”
Logan helped the girls slide into the back of the limousine they had hired to take them to the senior prom. “You’re right. But if you say something without any proof to back it up, no one is going to believe you. And they’ll start calling you a whack job. Just leave it to me. This gives me an idea about how to put my summer internship to good use.”
“Where are you interning?” Emily asked.
“Graydon Ransom University News Tonight. I’m going to be one of their new reporters. And, boy, do I have a story for them. I think tonight just turned into my springboard to stardom.”
About the C.A. Pack
C. A. Pack is an award-winning former journalist, who gave up fact for fiction. She was inspired to write her Library of Illumination series after discussing her views on what the perfect library would be like. Chronicles: The Library of Illumination, which contains the first five adventures in the series, was named one of the “Best Indie Books of 2014” by Kirkus Reviews.
C. A. is also the author of the Evangeline’s Ghost series and Code Name: Evangeline. She lives on Long Island with her husband, and a picky little parrot who loves to play peek-a-boo.
Tuesday, April 3, 2018
Date Published: 04/03/2018
Publisher: Fire & Ice YA
Firestorm, a legendary creature thought lost to the ages, has returned to the land of Evernight. Following centuries of exile, the dragon plots his revenge against the kingdom that vanquished his kind. After he murders Rowan’s family to safeguard his identity, the boy is taken in by the notorious sorcerer, Archibald Scott. Showing promise in the ways of magic, the orphan becomes the eccentric magician’s apprentice and is tutored in the elusive art of wizardry. Hoping to discover his purpose in life, Rowan finds himself thrust into a perilous quest to find a legendary weapon. Accompanied by longtime companions and new allies alike, he must use all of his wits if they’re to survive the storm brewing on the horizon. But evil lurks in the shadows as a secretive assassin stalks their every move. Can Rowan unravel the mysterious riddle of his past and fulfill his destiny? Only time will tell as he races to recover the dragon slayer, an ancient sword known as the Reaper. Together they’re humanity’s only hope of defeating Firestorm and his legions!
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About the Author
"Paul was born in Yorkshire, England to Irish parents. His most vivid memory as a child was travelling to Egypt and visiting the Pyramids of Giza and Tutankhamen’s tomb in the Valley of the Kings. Currently he resides in Kansas City with his wife Jozia and his son Gavin. Paul graduated from medical school and plans to pursue residency training as a pathologist. He loves to travel and also enjoys ethnic food, Celtic mysticism-type music (think Enya and Clannad), and is a fervent Game of Thrones fan. Favorite books would be Tolkien’s “The Hobbit”, T.H. White’s “The Once and Future King”, R.A. Salvatore’s Dark Elf Series, Harry Potter, and George R. R. Martin’s A Song of Ice and Fire Series."