Book Spotlight: The Lightbound Saga Trilogy by S.G. Basu

13-year-old Maia is a land-dwelling Solianese living on the planet of Tansi. She has been raised by her doting grandfather. Her mother, Sophie, supposedly deceased, is accused to be a traitor who fought for the Xifarians who have subjugated Tansi. Loathing her family’s history, Maia has put herself into self-exile, vowing to steer clear of the temptations that led her mother astray. But when she is drafted into a peace summit by the Xifarians, she must walk into Xif, the planet she has always wanted to avoid. Here she meets loyal teammates Kusha, Dani, Nafi, and Ren, as well as Miir, their team mentor who is as accomplished as he is temperamental. As Maia and her teammates thwart a plot to harm the underwater settlements on Tansi, she also discovers Sophie was not a traitor but a hero. Sophie sacrificed herself to save Tansi by breaking the dark heart within Xif that would have destroyed the Tansian system.

Maia visits the Jjord nation in their underwater colonies on Tansi. More of Sophie’s secrets come to light while she is in the colonies as well as more of the Xifarians’ plots to rebuild the dark heart of Xif. As Maia’s link with Sophie becomes apparent, Maia soon finds herself in the crosshairs of the Xifarians who kill her family and send her running for shelter across the dead lands of the Solianese. Chased by the Xifarians, including her former mentor Miir, Maia barely manages to stay alive with the help of her teammates. 

While on the run across Tansi, Maia meets a mysterious man who not only unlocks a power within Maia but also turns out to be a seer of the R’armimon, an ancient and powerful enemy of the Xifarians. Maia is revealed to possess the light that formed the dark heart’s core. When her mighty Xifarian foes corner her, Maia unleashes the power of the light on them, overpowering everyone including Miir who she presumably kills during the fight.

Maia struggles with her newfound power. She pieces together information and realizes that Miir had been working behind the scenes to help her. The team is on the verge of fracturing when Maia reveals she killed him. The Xifarians grow desperate to resurrect the dark heart that would enable them to leave the Tansian system and escape the R’armimon’s massive fleet that is drawing near. The seer of the R’armimon offers help against the advancing fleet and asks Maia to find artifacts that could enable her to protect Tansi. Meanwhile, the Xifarians try to trap Maia and capture the light inside her. Maia narrowly escapes the trap with the help of the R’armimon seer and his troops but allying with the R’armimon takes a toll on her friendships. Maia is alone and hopeless until she discovers Miir is alive. To make amends for the wrongs committed by his nation, he vows to help Maia uncover Sophie’s past and help her complete her quest for the artifacts. 

Maia regains the trust of her teammates and tries to convince the Tansian leaders of the impending threat of the R’armimon fleet. With help from Miir, she continues to uncover more of Sophie’s past. They discover that along with Sophie, Miir’s mother was also part of the plot to break the dark heart of Xif. Together with her friends, Maia rushes to find the artifacts the seer demands as the massive Execution Fleet of the R’armimon appears next to Tansi.

Book Excerpt:

The large oblong lobby inside was brimming with anxious newcomers. From the far right end, a liberally sized glass staircase spiraled up to the floors above. The absolute lack of color struck Maia; the interior was stark with white walls, white floors, and white furniture.

“Kusha, Dani, Maia,” a voice, clear and sharp, rose from somewhere in the middle of the room. “Are you here yet?”

Maia shot a puzzled glance at Kusha and Dani, only to find them as surprised as she was. Hoping to detect the origin of the summons, they made their way across the crowd. The voice rang out again when they were nearer to the center of the hall; its clarity stood out among the muffled humdrum. The source turned out to be a wee little girl who stood with some papers in her right hand, and a red weapons case clutched firmly in her left. A cascade of auburn hair surrounded her head like a silken cloud, falling past her shoulders in curly waves. Her blazing green eyes narrowed when she saw the approaching trio, and she sighed loudly while brushing off the locks of hair from her forehead.

“About time you arrived . . . had nearly given up on you,” she announced. “I’m Nafi, from the Third Continent. Care to tell me about yourselves?” 

She stood with her head cocked, listening to their introductions. When they finished, Nafi pulled out the topmost sheet from the small sheaf she held in her hand and waved it. 

“Our team information—we’re Core 21 and all our stuff will be numbered per our core. Also got the week’s task list.”

“Thank you,” Dani said, smiling gratefully. “So nice of you to take care of all that.” 

Nafi did not smile back. She simply thrust the piece of paper into Dani’s hand. Maia peeked at the sheet, which listed their names in order.

CORE 21

Dani R. – V – 07656M

Kusha V. – V – 21356Q

Maia A. – V – 87243M

Nafi P. – V – 01938F

Ren L. – R – 110920D

Miir T. – R – 947430X

“These must be the numbers the Tokii assigned to us,” Maia exclaimed, noticing that the number on her lapel matched the one next to her name on the list.

“Yes. Those are unique random identifiers. Every person on this planet is allotted one. ‘V’ stands for Visitor, and ‘R’ implies a Resident,” Nafi explained.

“Ren seems to be a resident of Xif,” Dani said, shooting a questioning glance at Nafi. “Have you found him yet?”

“Oh yes, Ren . . . he’s a little busy showing off his swordsmanship in that corner.” Nafi rolled her eyes and pointed dismissively at the nook behind the staircase where a substantial crowd was gathered.

“Showing off?” Kusha raised a curious eyebrow.

“To say the least,” Nafi scoffed. “If he keeps at it, there’s no chance in the world for us to win this contest. I think—”

“All right, fine,” Dani interrupted, bringing Nafi’s tirade to an abrupt end. “So, we know who Ren is, but what about Miir?”

“He’s a mentor or team counselor. They assigned a senior from Circle Four to guide each core. Whether he’ll meet us here, I don’t know.” Nafi sounded a little disappointed. She tilted her head toward the staircase, clearly referring to Ren. “Was hoping that Mister Show-off there would be able to help us, seeing he is from Xif and all.”

“Let’s go talk to him then,” Maia suggested. 

They walked to the corner of the hall where the crowd now stood in hushed silence. Finding an unobstructed view through the solidly packed gathering was not an easy job, but Maia eventually managed to peek inside. A boy stood at the center in a steady stance, wielding a pole sword that was twice as tall as he was. The curved blade at the end of the long burnished handle of his sword glowed with open menace. Maia could not see his face clearly because of the dark red hood that covered his head and hung over his brow. 

“What is he trying to do?” Maia whispered to a girl who clearly did not appreciate the small talk at the crucial moment. She scowled at Maia before replying.

“He’ll split that liemeberri into four pieces . . . midair. Keep watching.” She pointed at another boy who stood with a small purple fruit in his hand, facing the boy with the pole sword.

The boy with the sword did not even flinch when his assistant tossed the liemeberri in the air. He did not look up, but simply sensed the trajectory of the fruit as it rose, reached the peak, and then started to fall. He moved when the target was a little above the level of his head. In a blur of action, the sword went up and down and then from left to right. The crowd stood in complete silence as the four pieces fell in a neat pile on the floor, forming the whole fruit like it had not been cut at all. The applause broke out immediately. 

Maia stared in awe, dumbstruck by the precise execution. The boy stuck his sword casually into a belt that hung across his shoulders and walked up to a group of rowdy-looking kids. When he started collecting what looked like Xifarian money, Maia blinked, taken aback by his brashness. He was audacious, no doubt about that, daring to put up a wager on his first day at the academy, right before the opening address. Slightly flustered, she started to weave her way through the crowd toward Kusha and Dani who had found a spot to watch from the opposite side. 

A frown was deeply etched on Maia’s face when she stepped on someone’s toes. Looking up, she stifled the gasp of surprise with the utmost difficulty. A boy carrying a long sword on his back and a red hood over his head stared back at her. His intense gaze was fixed on Maia—his dark pupils, bizarre with their spatter of white dots, widened as he studied Maia’s face. 

So . . . this is Ren, our fifth teammate. 

“My eyes won’t burst into flames if that’s what you are expecting,” the boy said in an odd raspy voice. He scrutinized her face one more time. “Oh wait, I get it. You’re not impressed with my little demonstration there.” 

He has noted my disapproving look. Maia wavered for a moment between lying and telling him the truth and decided to go with the latter. “I didn’t like your idea of . . . making money,” she said, trying to choose her words with care, “not that I don’t appreciate your skills.”

“A stranger dares to give me a sermon on my little financial venture. You have guts and . . . I like it,” he replied, a temperamental smile playing on his lips. 

“Well, that’s good, seeing that you two will be working together in a group for a while.” Nafi had strolled over to the pair. “I’m Nafi, and the gutsy one here is Maia. The other two of our core are way over there.” Nafi pointed to the other side of the crowd. “That boy with the red headband is Kusha, and the shining angel with him is Dani. And by the way, I, too, thoroughly despised that betting action you had going. Stunts like these could have us disqualified from the contest. Don’t know about you, but I’m here to win.”

“I’m Ren,” the boy said smugly, ignoring Nafi’s lecture. He pushed the hood off his head revealing a shock of spiky silver-and-black hair. Five silver rings adorned his left ear, matched by rings that decorated each of his fingers. Maia had to admit that the flamboyant persona of their teammate from Xif was meticulously matched by his flashy appearance.

“Already know your name.” Nafi waved the piece of paper listing their group. “Some people have to work when you choose to play.”

“You seem too little to be here, even to play,” Ren retorted.

“I’ll be twelve soon, thank you very much.” Nafi’s eyes flashed. “And since you think I’m too young, let’s hear how old and wise you are?”

“I’m already twelve,” Ren replied with a smirk. “And if you’re looking for wisdom, look no more, you’ve found me.” 

“We’ll see about that.” 

As the two stood measuring each other up, Maia could not help but question the prudence of the Board. She wondered what could have driven them into matching two such abrasive personalities. This did not bode well for her or the team. In the very next moment, she banished the smidgeon of worry from her mind. 

Why should I care if the team falls apart? It would be the greatest possible way to escape the contest and Xif, and if it happened soon enough, she might even be able to catch the caravan to ThulaSu.

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S.G. Basu is an aspiring potentate of a galaxy or two. She plots and plans with wondrous machines, cybernetic robots, time travelers and telekinetic adventurers, some of whom escape into the pages of her books. Although she’s an engineer by training, writing has been her passion since childhood. Her other loves include extra-hot lattes, fast cars and binge watching sci-fi movies.

Find out more about the futuristic worlds she creates at sgbasu.com. She can also be reached at sg@sgbasu.com.

Books by S.G. Basu:

The Lightbound Saga series (YA Dystopian Science Fiction)

Maia and the Xifarian Conspiracy

Maia and the Secrets of Zagran

Maia and Regency Protocol

The Lightbound Saga 3 Book Bundle

The Firefly League-A Lightbound Saga novella

Elementals-The Serial Thriller (Paranormal Science Fiction)

Population Morpheus (Near Apocalyptic Science Fiction)

Jumpers (Paranormal Thriller)You can visit the author’s website at www.sgbasu.com or connect with her on Twitter, Facebook and Goodreads.

New Middle Grade Fiction: Children of the Fox by Kevin Sands

Ocean’s Eleven meets The False Prince in this thrilling heist story for young readers, in which five kids with unusual talents are brought together to commit an impossible crime. Failure is unacceptable … but success could be deadly.

From the bestselling author of the Blackthorn Key series, this magic-infused fantasy brings together a ragtag group of kids to pull off a crime so difficult, countless adults have already tried and failed. Lured by the promise of more money than they’ve ever dreamed of, five young criminals are hired to steal a heavily guarded treasure from the most powerful sorcerer in the city. There’s Callan the con artist, Meriel the expert at acrobatics (and knives!), Gareth the researcher, Lachlan who can obtain anything, and Foxtail, whose mysterious eyeless mask doesn’t hinder her ability to climb walls like a spider. Though their shadowy backgrounds mean that they’ve never trusted anyone but themselves, the five must learn to rely on each other in order to get the job done.

But as Callan has been warned most of his life, it’s best to stay away from magic. It can turn on you at any moment, and make you think you’re the one running the con game, when in reality you’re the one being fooled. Faced with these unsurmountable odds, can the friends pull off this legendary heist, or has their luck finally run out?

  • Publisher ‏ : ‎ Viking Books for Young Readers (October 5, 2021)
  • Language ‏ : ‎ English
  • Hardcover ‏ : ‎ 416 pages
  • ISBN-10 ‏ : ‎ 0593327519
  • ISBN-13 ‏ : ‎ 978-0593327517
  • Reading age ‏ : ‎ 8 – 12 years
  • Grade level ‏ : ‎ 3 – 7

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The Making of a Master by Kai Strand

Can Frank solve the mystery of the cave-ins before they ruin his beloved Underworld city of Concord? New from Kai Strand, The Making of a Master, A Concord Chronicles novella is a middle grade adventure fantasy.

Excerpt:

Robin’s squeal of delight was the reason Frank broke the rules and brought stuff down from the Outerworld.

“Come on already!” Anna slapped her hands against her thighs, the muffled stomp of her foot in the ankle high grass displayed her impatience.

Frank glanced at his partner just in time to see her tap her watch-less wrist. A smile tugged at his lips when she huffed.

“Time stands still down here,” he said. “What’s the hurry?”

Before him, Robin, a young Archer, perched in the round of the tire swing Frank had just hung. Her thin arms wrapped tight around the thick rubber, to keep her from tumbling to the ground. Her silver hair streamed like a shooting star behind her in stark relief against the darkness of the earthen ceiling far above their heads. She squealed with pleasure each time Frank gave her a gentle shove, sending her and the swing soaring.

“I don’t get it, Robin.” Anna’s gaze tracked the girl back and forth. “Why do you enjoy that swing so much? You’re an Archer. You leap higher than that thing can carry you while you create your beautiful rainbows.”

Robin’s uncontrollable giggles prevented a reply.

Frank’s heart fluttered as quickly as Robin’s thin wings as the joy he provided for the young Archer filled him up. He laughed when Robin tucked her wings close to her back and the tire swing spun around and around.

“Whoa!” Robin cried, still laughing.

Finally, Anna gave into laughter as well, her blond ponytail swinging back and forth as she shook her head at Frank. “Mark needs to develop a special punishment for your insubordination. First the teeter-totter and now a tire swing!”

“I’m not doing anything wrong,” Frank said. “I’m still performing all of my duties as a Natures Spirit. We’ve already made our rounds of the blue and green sections. Mark doesn’t care if we get sidelined while making sure the citizens of Concord are safe.” Frank inhaled the scent of earth and loam that wafted through the air every time Robin swung toward him. He wished he could fill his lungs and steep his olfactory senses with the smell of the Underworld twenty-four hours a day. With a push he sent Robin away again, her infectious giggles teasing a full-blown smile to his face. “And happy.”

Anna watched Robin tilt her head back and nodded. “You’re right.”

“Higher!” Robin cried.

“Last time.” Frank planted his feet and gave a firm push. Robin swung as far out as the rope would carry her. On the way back, the tire twirled, and Robin’s giggles filled the otherwise empty park.

Frank stepped back, allowing Robin to swing and spin. He grinned when she tipped back as far as she dared and stretched her legs straight, seeming to enjoy the freedom of floating. Her tiny wings fluttered in the breeze.

When, at last, Robin climbed out of the tire, Anna caught the dizzy child by the shoulders to steady her.

Robin fluttered her ruffled wings until they lay flat down on her back. When she spoke, her voice was lilting and childlike. “The swing is like flying, but without having to work at it. I make rainbows to bring joy to others. The swing brings me joy.”

Frank arched an eyebrow and crossed his arms across his chest. “It’s this thing called ‘fun,’ Anna. Everybody’s doing it. You should give it a try.”

About the book:

As a Spirit of Security, Frank gives his personal touch to maintaining peace in the Underworld city of Concord. From traffic control to providing new equipment for the playground, he works to keep the citizens of Concord safe and happy.

Frank grows concerned when signs of a failing infrastructure appear – small piles of dirt in unexpected places, damp spots on the walls – especially as his sister, Dawn, is scheduled to spend an entire week in Concord. Then the museum collapses. He and his partner, Anna, race to solve the mystery but things become more difficult when his own entrance to the Underworld fails, limiting his access to Concord.

With Dawn’s assignment imminent, Frank races against time and gravity to save her and the residents of Concord. Will he find answers in time, or will a giant collapse destroy his beloved city?

The Making of a Master is available in print or ebook.

Kai Strand writes fiction for kids and teens. Her debut novel, The Weaver, was an EPIC eBook Awards finalist. Her young adult title, King of Bad, soared to the publisher’s #1 spot in its second month. She is a besotted wife and the mother of four amazing new adults. She, her husband, and their two dogs hike and canoe throughout beautiful Central Oregon, where they call home. Learn more about Kai and her books by visiting her website: www.kaistrand.com.

New Release: Angus MacBain And The Island Of Sleeping Kings by Angela Townsend

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Angus MacBain is unaware that his ancestral roots hail from an ancient sect of Scottish kings. When his dying grandfather gives him a dragon pendant, thirteen-year-old Angus learns of a legacy that will take him across an ocean to the island of Iona and thrust him into a heritage he did not know he had. He soon discovers that his mother, whom he had believed dead, is really a seal fairy, in hiding from a dangerous enemy. To save her, Angus must undergo a perilous journey of destiny and power to battle an evil Dacian knight and those who serve him. With only his family shield and the advice of a wizened vampire hunter to protect him, Angus must navigate dangerous terrain and dark enemies, in a land where the past and the present mingle, and sleeping kings wake.

Excerpt:

THE COMPANY OF KINGS
New York City, 2013

Gloomy shadows crept across the tired oak floor, stealing what little light peered in through a set of stained glass windows. A dying fire crackled in the corner, its golden embers fading as quickly as the old man who lay near it.
Angus MacBain stood at the foot of his grandfather’s four-poster bed, his hope slipping away with every rattling exhale from the old man’s lungs. Cocooned in a series of heavy plaid blankets bearing the family tartan, Duncan MacBain struggled to free a withered hand. He motioned for his grandson to come closer. Angus took a few stumbling steps, sank to his knees and grasped the thin hand in his.
Duncan raised his head from the pillow. His eyes seemed to glow in the dimness of the bedroom. Gnarled fingers pressed something hard and bulky into Angus’ palm, then closed his hand around it and squeezed. The object cut into the boy’s flesh, but he didn’t try to pull away.
“You’re thirteen now, almost a man. You’ve got to be brave. Remember, you’re a MacBain.” The old man inhaled another ragged breath. “The arrangements have already been made. There will be no funeral. I’m sending you to Scotland—to Iona. You must leave now.” His grandfather’s steely eyes pinned Angus to the floor. “Strange things will happen—things that—just be careful, lad.”

“No, I won’t go. Not without you.” He buried his head in his grandfather’s chest. Angus’ throat constricted like a drawstring jerked tight. Tears sprang to his eyes.
“Don’t cry for me, laddie. I’ll be in the company of kings.”
With that, Duncan MacBain heaved his final breath.
Angus squeezed his eyes shut. After a weary moment, he opened them to gaze at his grandfather’s motionless body. With the tension removed from the old Scotsman’s features, he looked relaxed, at peace. Even so, a bitter rush of sadness swept through Angus and the hole in his heart his grandfather had filled when his parents died, now returned. Angus’ chest tightened. Every breath seemed to take more effort than it was worth.
The palm of his hand throbbed. He unclenched his fist and examined an amulet attached to a heavy chain. It looked old, perhaps even ancient, with a silver long-tailed dragon clutching a purple thistle in its talons. Words scribed in a foreign language glistened on its wings.
His father had worn a dragon amulet. Angus frowned trying to remember what it looked like. Did it also have a thistle? Could it be the same one? He’d been so young when his father died, he couldn’t remember. He slipped it around his neck, the amulet warm against his chest.
“I’ll take care of it,” Angus whispered. “I promise.”
Angus made his way down the narrow hallway to Grandfather’s study. An antique clock ticked solemnly on the mantel. Without grandfather, the room seemed so different. Barren. Unfriendly. Cold. He fell into a cushy gray recliner that always reminded him of elephant skin and let it swallow him. Maybe if he just closed his eyes for a few moments, he’d wake up and it would have all been some kind of terrible dream. But no matter how he tried he couldn’t keep his eyes shut.
His gaze traveled over the towering bookcases lining the walls, filled with ancient volumes bound by his grandfather’s hands. Silent rows of books stared back at him, like leather corpses resting in their tombs. On a nearby workbench, marbled scraps of leather, paste, and a rounding hammer gathered around a dusty press.
Angus’ throat burned. He’d never be his grandfather’s apprentice again, never help him repair old books about castles, dragons and other tales.
Now he had no one, except Grandfather’s nurse, Vera. Even though she was very nice, he barely knew her.
Angus shuffled down the hallway to his lonely room and packed his things. He made sure he had his games and the favorite collection of vampire tales his grandfather had bound for him. He flopped onto his twin bed and glanced at his watch. Angus’ heart twisted. Very soon, Nurse Vera would take him to the airport and he’d fly to a strange place he’d only heard stories about.
Angus scanned his bedroom for the last time, memorizing every detail so he’d never forget. Bare spots on the wall stared back at him, places where his Dracula posters once hung. In a fit of misery, he’d torn them down and ripped them to shreds.
There was no such thing as vampires and other magical creatures. Life wasn’t about fairy tales, only heartache, despair and death.
Angus narrowed his eyes. If only death were a living thing—he’d destroy it. Make it suffer for ripping away all the people in his life that had loved him. Rage and frustration twisted inside of him.
Angus grabbed an antique sword hanging on his bedroom wall and stabbed it into the center of his mattress. Sparks flew from the bed. Celtic swirls carved into the handle of the sword started to spin. A banging sound hammered into his head like being trapped in a giant bell. He fell to his knees covering his ears. The noise died down and a voice broke into his head.
“Are you all right, Dear?”
Angus uncovered his ears and peered up at Nurse Vera. She never called him by name just, “Dear.” Nurse Vera glanced at her watch. “I’ll help you pack your things then it’s off to the airport with you.” Nurse Vera placed a hand on Angus’ forehead. “You look so tired and it’s such a long flight. Promise me you’ll try to get some rest on the plane, Dear.”
Angus nodded. He waited for Nurse Vera to see the sword and scold him for messing with something so dangerous, but she just stood there, her eyes filled with concern. Angus glanced at the bed to look at the sword—but the sword was gone.

 

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Angela Townsend was born in the beautiful Rocky Mountains of Missoula, Montana. As a child, Angela grew up listening to stories told by her grandparents, ancient tales and legends of faraway places.angela Influenced by her Irish and Scottish heritage, Angela became an avid research historian, specializing in Celtic mythology. Her gift for storytelling finally led her to a full time career in historical research and writing. A writer in local community circulations, Angela is also a published genealogical and historical resource writer who has taught numerous research seminars. Currently, Angela divides her time between writing, playing Celtic music on her fiddle, and Irish dancing.

Angela’s first novel, Amarok, was published through Spencer Hill Press in 2012. Her newest novel, Angus MacBain and The Island of Sleeping Kings, was signed for publication with Clean Teen Publishing in 2013.

Angela resides on a ranch, in rural Northwestern Montana, with her two children Levi and Grant.

Visit Angela at http://angelatownsendbooks.blogspot.com/

First Chapter Review: Beware of the White by Kai Strand

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Author Kai Strand is on a virtual book tour to promote her new middle grade novel, Beware of the White. She submitted the first chapter of this book for review.

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BLURB: As is tradition, Terra learns on the Saturday past her twelfth birthday that she is a Nature’s Spirit. It is her legacy to serve in the peaceful underground city of Concord. Learning she is named in a prophecy and being threatened by the leader of the death tribe…that part breaks tradition.

The Trepidus are the death janitors of the Underworld, responsible for delivering fatalities with a smile and cleaning up after themselves until Blanco, recent leader of the Trepidus, decides the day of reckoning for his species is coming. He begins organizing the creatures and leads them toward an uprising. The prophecy says there is one person who can stop him. Terra.

With Spirit of Security, Frank, protecting her, Terra attempts to complete her training and discover her Spirit talents. Together, they go on a rogue investigation to learn how to defeat Blanco. In the end, it comes down to a battle of the minds. The future of Concord is at stake. Will Blanco, the older, more experienced being win? Or will Terra, the young, new Spirit earn back the peace of the city?

COVER: I like the details: the city in the background, the arm sticking out of what looks like wreckage, the spooky-looking dude behind the girl, and how the girl stares right at you. I also like the selected font with the big, bold letters.

FIRST CHAPTER: Just past Terra’s twelfth birthday, her entire life changes. She learns of her destiny as a Nature’s Spirit and is introduced to the underground city of Concord. With Hermie, an elf-like creature as her Introguide, she must learn her reason for being in Concord and all about those she is there to help.

KEEP READING: I’ll be the first to admit fantasy isn’t my preferred genre. I enjoy books about the real world. But Strand has created an interesting world we get a glimpse into within the first chapter of this novel. Smartly dropping the reader immediately into the action, Strand is quick to set up Terra’s conflict: she’s not your ordinary twelve-year-old and her mother never told her that. Suddenly, Terra is reading the signs she didn’t know existed behind her mother’s behavior. And though we don’t see any resentment on Terra’s part in this chapter–it’s more like an acceptance of her potential role in the underworld–the reader can’t help wonder if as the story proceeds Terra gets angry at her mother for not preparing her for this.  I like how Strand also gives the reader a quick rundown of Concord through Hermie’s eyes as he tells Terra more about the city. This is well done, and leaves the reader with a good picture of Terra’s new surroundings.

I’m definitely intrigued and want to keep going. First, I want to see how this new revelation impacts Terra’s relationship with her mother. But I also want to know what kind of dangers lie ahead for Terra.

Pages 246
ISBN 978-1-77127-320-6
Publisher: MuseItUp Publishing (May 16, 2013)
Language: English
ASIN: B00CTQ02FG

The author submitted the first chapter of this book for review. This review contains my honest opinions, for which I have not been compensated in any way.