Young Adult Urban Fantasy
Date Published: August 2013
Five teenagers who've recently discovered they have magical powers and are living in the Seattle underground feel it's their responsibility to protect unsuspecting humans from otherworldly foes. Things are going well until Johnathan, their unofficial leader and the boy sixteen year old Paige is in love with, is bitten by a changeling - the venomous saliva causing him to metamorphose into a ravening beast with each full moon. Paige vows that, no matter the cost, she will find a way to cure Johnathan of the evil that has embedded itself in his soul. Johnathan's monthly transformation and daily personality roller coaster isn't the only problem they have to deal with. The Five are also gearing up to face their toughest and most dangerous enemy yet-a powerful and ruthless Warlock who will go to any means, including high school, to build his Dark Army.
Little blue sparks of electricity gathered at my fingertips. That should have scared me, or at least aroused my curiosity. But the scene playing out before me pushed away all other emotions except anger. Intense, red-hot anger.
I recognized the three boys from school ―future serial killers, to be sure. The trio had Sadie tied to a tree. Her usually silky black coat was covered in dirt and pine needles.
One of the boys―Justin was his
name; we had History together―looked up at me. “Hey, look. It’s the preacher’s
daughter. Maybe we can try it on her next.” He hocked a loogy and spit at my
They all laughed.
Sadie yelped as one boy held
her tail up while a greasy haired boy knelt behind her holding a flaming
lighter. He moved it closer to the firecracker they’d shoved in her behind. I
could smell the singe of her fur. A fresh flurry of electric anger pushed its
way out through my fingertips. My hair flew about my head, gathering more of
the little blue bolts.
Then, I lost it. Completely lost
it. I pointed at the boy with the lighter and let loose all of my anger and
“Get Away!” I screamed, and
with those two simple words, that fear and anger formed into something tangible
and strong. An unseen force rammed into that sadistic boy with the power of an
NFL linebacker. He flew into the tree directly behind him. The breath was
knocked clean out of him. His brave, dog-torturing friends looked at him, then
at me, then they high-tailed it out of
there, leaving their fallen friend in a moaning, gasping heap on the forest
About the Author:
Holli Anderson has a Bachelor's Degree in Nursing--which has nothing to do with writing, except maybe by adding some pretty descriptive injury and vomit scenes to her books. She discovered her joy of writing during a very trying period in her life when escaping into make-believe saved her. She enjoys reading any book she gets her hands on, but has a particular love for anything fantasy.
Along with her husband, Steve, and their four sons, she lives in Grantsville, Utah--the same small town in which she grew up.
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