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Thursday, February 25, 2016

Trailer Reveal- FACSIMILE by Vicki L. Weavil and A Giveaway

 
Welcome to this week’s M9B Friday Reveal! But wait it's a Thursday you're probably asking yourself! Yes it is but we have a super special reveal for you today and we will have a reveal tomorrow as well!

This week, we are revealing the trailer for
Facsimile by Vicki L. Weavil
an upcoming Month9Books Title!

 
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Title: FACSIMILE
Author: Vicki L. Weavil
Pub. Date: March 8, 2016
Publisher: Month9Books
Format: Hardcover, Paperback & eBook
Find it: Amazon | B&N | Goodreads
For a ticket to Earth, seventeen-year-old Anna-Maria “Ann” Solano is willing to jettison her birth planet, best friend, and the boy who loves her. Especially since all she’s required to do is escort Dace Keeling, a young naturalist, through the wilderness of the partially terraformed planet Eco. Ann‘s determination to escape the limitations of her small, frontier colony never falters, until Dace’s expeditions uncover three secrets. One offers riches, one shatters Ann’s perceptions of herself, and one reveals that the humans stranded on Eco are not its only inhabitants.

Ann’s willing to sacrifice friendship and love for a new life on Earth. But when an entire species is placed in jeopardy by her actions, she must make a choice – fulfill the dream that’s always sustained her, or save the planet she’s never considered home.
Now here's the trailer!
 


 
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Vicki L. Weavil is represented by Fran Black of Literary Counsel. Her Young Adult Fantasy, CROWN OF ICE -- a dark YA retelling of H.C. Andersen's "The Snow Queen" -- is published by Month9Books. Two companion books to CROWN OF ICE -- SCEPTER OF FIRE and ORB OF LIGHT -- will be published in 2016 and 2017. Her YA SciFi -- FACSIMILE -- will be published by Month9Books in 2016, with a sequel, DERIVATION, to follow. A new YA Fantasy, THE DIAMOND THIMBLE, will be published by Month9Books in 2018. She also writes adult SciFi.
Author Links: Website | Twitter | Facebook | Goodreads | Tumblr
 
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Wednesday, February 24, 2016

Blog Tour- BURNING GLASS by Kathryn Purdie Book Playlist & A Giveaway!


I am so excited to be hosting a spot on blog tour for BURNING GLASS by Kathryn Purdie! I freaking LOVED this book and I already know it will make my top 10 of 2016 list! It's an amazing high fantasy!!!! I have Kathryn's book playlist to share with you today! And make sure to enter the awesome giveaway for a finished copy of the book! 


Haven't heard of BURNING GLASS? Check it out!

Title: BURNING GLASS
Author: Kathryn Purdie
Release Date: March 1, 2016
Pages: 512
Publisher: Katherine Tegen Books
Formats: Hardcover, eBook
Sonya was born with the rare gift to feel what those around her feel—both physically and emotionally—a gift she’s kept hidden from the empire for seventeen long years. After a reckless mistake wipes out all the other girls with similar abilities, Sonya is hauled off to the palace and forced to serve the emperor as his sovereign Auraseer.

Tasked with sensing the intentions of would-be assassins, Sonya is under constant pressure to protect the emperor. One mistake, one small failure, will cost her own life and the lives of the few people left in the world who still trust her.

But Sonya’s power is untamed and reckless, her feelings easily usurped, and she sometimes can’t decipher when other people’s impulses end and her own begin. In a palace full of warring emotions and looming darkness, Sonya fears that the biggest danger to the empire may be herself.

As she struggles to wrangle her abilities, Sonya seeks refuge in her tenuous alliances with the volatile Emperor Valko and his idealistic younger brother, Anton, the crown prince. But when threats of revolution pit the two brothers against each other, Sonya must choose which brother to trust—and which to betray.

BURNING GLASS is debut author Kathryn Purdie’s stunning tale of dangerous magic, heart-rending romance, and the hard-won courage it takes to let go. 


Now on to the playlist! I've included YouTube videos for the ones I like I've also added YouTube links for the others :)



BURNING GLASS BOOK PLAYLIST

I love music, and I love to sing. I also play the guitar and have written songs for each of the stories I’ve written. Recently, I got to professionally record the song I wrote for BURNING GLASS, my debut novel, which was really fun.*

I love music so much that a song is always in my head from the first moment I wake up in the morning to the last winks before going to bed. Because I love to sing, I have to be very careful of what I listen to when I write. If I listen to vocal music while drafting, I am not productive because all those lyrics are circling my head! So I usually listen to film scores instead. I drafted almost all of BURNING GLASS to the film score for BELLE (written by my favorite composer, Rachel Portman).

Luckily, vocal music doesn’t get in the way of every part of my process! Below are songs I listened to while plotting and revising the novel.

“Can’t Pretend” - Tom Odell. This song encapsulates Sonya’s struggle as an empath and the darkness she often succumbs to when other people’s emotions overpower her.






“TheBeacon” - A Fine Frenzy. One of the main things that bonds my three main characters together is the fact that when they were children they were abandoned by their parents. This song reflects the journey of learning to love and trust again.

“KeepBreathing” - Ingrid Michaelson. Sometimes Sonya becomes selfish as she fights to cling to her own needs and feelings as everyone else’s impulses wrestle inside of her. She seeks for a balance between self-discovery and stepping outside her comfort zone to use her gift to help others. I can’t think of a better song that represents this than “Keep Breathing.”

“Supremacy” – Muse. This song is EPIC. It’s cinematic showdown music at its best. It first reminded me of Emperor Valko, but now it’s my go-to song for Sonya and Anton, too. It works for anyone who needs to rise to the occasion and kick some serious butt.




“Gypsy” – Shakira. Sonya was raised by the Romska, the nomadic people in the world of BURNING GLASS, and that upbringing has definitely influenced her. She doesn’t want to be trapped in one place and longs to be free.






“Dangerous” - Big Data (feat. Joywave). This song is both charming and hardcore—so like Valko.




“I HurtToo” - Katie Herzig. I can listen to this beautiful song on repeat for hours. It expresses all the angst and longing between Sonya and Anton so well.

“Falling”- The Civil Wars. This song is about falling OUT of love with someone, which isn’t why it resonates with Sonya’s journey, but it still captures the haunting mood of her struggle to claim her own identity when she often feels like just a mirror of other people’s emotions.

*Last of all, if you’d like to hear the song I wrote from Sonya’s point-of-view about Anton, here’s a link to me singing it live (in my basement, lol): http://kathrynpurdie.com/world-of-burning-glass/

*And if you’d like to download the professional recording (the mandolin and violin make it so pretty!), email your BURNING GLASS proof of purchase to kathrynpurdiebooks@gmail.com, and I’ll send you the download code. :-)





About Kathryn:
Kathryn’s love of storytelling began as a young girl when her dad told her about someone named Boo Radley while they listened to the film score of TO KILL A MOCKINGBIRD. In high school and college, Kathryn focused on acting, poetry, guitar, and extensive journal writing. Years later, when she was in recovery from donating a kidney to her brother, inspiration for her first novel struck. She’s been writing darkly fantastical stories ever since. Her debut novel, BURNING GLASS, releases winter 2016 from HarperCollins/Katherine Tegen Books.


Giveaway Details:

10 winners will receive a finished copy of BURNING GLASS, US Only.



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Tour Schedule:


Week One:
2/22/2016- Brittany's Book Rambles- Interview
2/23/2016- Ex Libris- Review
2/24/2016- Two Chicks on Books- Guest Post
2/25/2016- A Perfection Called Books- Review
2/26/2016- The YA Book Traveler- Interview

Week Two:
2/29/2016- Jessabella Reads- Review
3/1/2016- Once Upon a Twilight- Guest Post
3/2/2016- Seeing Double In Neverland- Review
3/3/2016- The Young Folks- Interview
3/4/2016- Addicted Readers- Review






Dying To Read (144)- A MILLION WORLDS WITH YOU by Claudia Gray


Hey y’all thanks for stopping by to see my Dying to Read post and of course as always I have to give credit to the lovely Jill over at Breaking the Spine for the Waiting on Wednesday Meme!


It should be no surprise that this is my WoW this week considering I am obsessed with this series and love all things Claudia Gray! And gah! That synopsis is killing me!!!



Title: A MILLION WORLDS WITH YOU
Author: Claudia Gray
Release Date: November 1, 2016
Publisher: Harper Teen
Pages: 336
Formats: Hardcover,  eBook
Find it: Goodreads | Amazon | iBooks
A million universes. A million dangers. One destiny.

The fate of the multiverse rests in Marguerite Caine’s hands. Marguerite has been at the center of a cross-dimensional feud since she first traveled to another universe using her parents’ invention, the Firebird. Only now has she learned the true plans of the evil Triad Corporation—and that those plans could spell doom for dozens or hundreds of universes, each facing total annihilation.

Paul Markov has always been at Marguerite’s side, but Triad’s last attack has left him a changed man—angry and shadowed by tragedy. He struggles to overcome the damage done to him, but despite Marguerite’s efforts to help, Paul may never be the same again.

So it’s up to Marguerite alone to stop the destruction of the multiverse. Billions of lives are at stake. The risks have never been higher. And Triad has unleashed its ultimate weapon: another dimension’s Marguerite—wicked, psychologically twisted, and always one step ahead.

In the epic conclusion to Claudia Gray’s Firebird trilogy, fate and family will be questioned, loves will be won and lost, and the multiverse will be forever changed. It’s a battle of the Marguerites . . . and only one can win.
So what do you think? Will you be adding this to your pile? What are you dying to read this week?

Tuesday, February 23, 2016

Blog Tour- KINGDOM OF ASHES by Rhiannon Walker an Interview and Giveaway!


I am so excited to be hosting a spot on blog tour for KINGDOM OF ASHES by Rhiannon Thomas I loved this series!!!! I have an interview with Rhiannon to share with you today! And make sure to enter the awesome giveaway for a finished copy of the book! 


Haven't heard of KINGDOM OF ASHES? Check it out!

Title: KINGDOM OF ASHES
Author: Rhiannon Thomas
Release Date: February 23, 2016
Pages: 368
Publisher: Harper Teen
Formats: Hardcover, eBook, audiobook
Asleep for a hundred years, awoken by a kiss, Aurora’s life was supposed to be a fairytale. But since discovering that loyalty to the crown and loyalty to her country are two very different things, Aurora knows she can only dream of happily ever after. Once the enchanted princess, savior of her people, she is now branded a traitor.


Aurora is determined to free her home from the king’s tyrannical rule, even if it means traveling across the sea to the kingdom of the handsome and devious Prince Finnegan—someone who seems to know far more about her magic than he should. However, Finnegan’s kingdom has perils of its own, and any help he gives Aurora will come at a price.


As Aurora and Finnegan work together to harness her power—something so fiery and dangerous that is as likely to destroy those close to Aurora as it is to save them—she begins to unravel the mysteries surrounding the curse that was placed on her over a century before…and uncover the truth about the destiny she was always meant to fulfill.


Brimming with captivating fantasy and life-threatening danger, the sequel to A Wicked Thing takes Sleeping Beauty on an adventure unlike any she’s ever had before.

Now on to the interview!



 Hi Rhiannon! First I want to say welcome back to Two Chicks on Books! I loved KINGDOM OF ASHES and I’m so happy that you could stop back by for a visit!
Thank you so much! I’m so happy to be here again :)

For the readers: can you tell us a little bit about the A WICKED THING series and the characters? 

A Wicked Thing is the story of what happens after Sleeping Beauty wakes up.
In our “previously on…”, Aurora was cursed by the witch Celestine to sleep for a hundred years, before being awoken by the kiss of the awkward but well-meaning Prince Rodric. While she slept, all the magic in her kingdom faded away. Legend says that once Aurora awakens, she’s going to marry the prince, return magic to the kingdom, and save them all.
Except, of course, that she has no idea how to do that. She wants to help, but everything she ever knew is gone, and she can’t know who she can trust and what she can believe. Rodric is nice enough, but she doesn’t love him, as everyone expects. His mother, Queen Iris, seems cruel and controlling, and Aurora’s attempts to explore on her own just get her tangled up in a group of rebels who also want to use her for their own ends. There’s a foreign prince at court too, Finnegan, but he’s a master manipulator, and she can’t figure out what the price of accepting his help might be.

When Aurora discovers that Celestine is very much alive and wants Aurora to join her, she begins to experiment with her own magical powers, to explore just what she’s capable of, and to find out what exactly her “destiny” is really supposed to be.

Is it really over now I could see the possibility for a book 3? And what are you currently working on?

There’s no plans for a third book right now, although I’d love to write one!
I’m currently finishing a different book, Long May She Reign, which is a fantasy YA novel about a socially-awkward scientist girl who ends up as queen when everyone ahead of her in line is murdered.

I know I asked this last time but things can change…Who was your favorite character to write? What about your least favorite?

I think my answer to both questions is the same – Celestine! It’s so interesting to write a villain character and try to see things from her perspective, to explore why she might think that she’s right and that all the other people in the story are the true villains. But her voice was also really challenging at times. I wanted her to have an ethereal brutality to her, and that’s not something that came easily.

What is your favorite passage/scene in KINGDOM OF ASHES?

Most of my favorites are too spoilerly to share, but one of my favorite moments is fairly early in the book, when Aurora sees a dragon for the first time;

She paused beside the entrance for a moment, her toes clinging to the earth, and then there was a sound like a roar, like a crowd bearing down, filling her ears, echoing through the ground.

A dragon emerged from the cave. Its head appeared first, gleaming with red scales. Its deep-set eyes were red too, like the necklace, full of hunger and vengeance and rage. Black lines ran from its eyes down to its crocodile-like nose. Each tooth was the size of Aurora’s hands. Before Aurora could react, the head snapped past her, revealing a long neck, and then a body that went on and on, red and terrible and burning with heat that would have made her flinch, if only she could move. The dragon unfurled its wings, so close that Aurora could see the webbing between the bones, delicate and strong as a spider’s web, so large that for a moment they were all she could see. Her world turned red.
It was the most terrifying and beautiful thing she had ever seen. Heat pulsed off its skin, heat that settled within her, surging with her blood. The tail flicked past her, covered in black spikes, ending in a narrow point, so thin that she could have caught it in one hand.
Nothing existed except the dragon. She could almost taste its fire. And she knew what Finnegan meant, why his careful smile turned into genuine excitement when he spoke of these creatures. They were magnificent, uncontainable, bursting from the earth itself and refusing to sleep again.

The dragon twisted. It snapped its jaws and looked at her for no longer than a heartbeat. She looked back, her mouth slightly open, unable to breathe. Then the dragon gave its wings one powerful sweep and shot off over the top of the ridge. Aurora turned to follow its progress. A trail of fire burst into the sky, and then the creature was gone.


What kind of research did you have to do for the story?

I did a lot of research of details that probably don’t really matter that much, in the end. I wanted Vanhelm to have a turn-of-the-century feel, and that meant checking things like, when were trams invented? How did they work before electricity? How tall could buildings be before the invention of concrete? How DO skyscrapers work? How quickly can messages travel over long distances?

I also researched dragon legends. Not really because I needed to, but because it was a fun way to procrastinate while pretending to work.

What are you reading right now? Or what do you have on your TBR that you’re dying to read?

I’m currently reading Into the Dim by Janet B Taylor. Time travelling adventure! And I can’t wait for Sharon Biggs Waller’s new book, The Forbidden Orchid, in March. I absolutely adored her debut, A Mad, Wicked Folly (artists! Suffragettes! What’s not to love?), and I’m dying to get my hands on this new story from her.

Who is your ultimate Book Boyfriend?

Ahh this is a hard question. Is it cheating to pick Bellamy, from The 100? He sort of exists in a book.

What inspired you to write YA?

Libba Bray. I was very unhappy during my first year of college, and then I stumbled across Libba Bray’s Gemma Doyle series. Her writing was so perfect. The characters and the themes and the imagery… it just spoke to me, so completely, and helped to make things make more sense. I wanted to be able to write a book like that one day.

And YA is so perfect for writing those sorts of stories. The whole genre really is about girls finding themselves, figuring out who they are, seeing the darkness in the world and still realizing how powerful they can be. Who wouldn’t want to play with that, as a writer, and as a feminist too?

Last time we did some lightening round questions so this time we’ll do some “would you rather’s”

Would you rather have a dragon or be a dragon?

THIS IS TOO HARD. I think I’d have a dragon, assuming it didn’t set me on fire. Maybe a cute shoulder dragon?

Would you rather get up early or stay up late?

Stay up late. Please don’t make me get up early.

Would you rather speak every language in the world or play every instrument?

Speak every language. You could watch EVERY TV show in the world, and read every book without having to rely on translations. And talk to people, although that’s a little scarier than the book and the TV thing. Maybe I’d wish for the ability to speak confidently to people in English first.

Would you rather always have the same song stuck in your head or always have the same dream at night?

Depends… is it a good dream or a bad dream? Do I like the song? I once had the Wombles theme song stuck in my head for about three weeks (thanks, supposed BFF, for causing that in the first place), and it was a nightmare, so I think I’ll pick the dream.

Would you rather live in space or under the sea?

Space! Have you seen anglerfish??

Would you rather take a vacation on an exotic island or in a romantic city?

Romantic city! Exotic island probably = big spiders, and I’m so not about that.

Would you rather live without a telephone or a television?

…am I allowed to watch TV on my laptop? If so, I don’t actually own a TV now. Otherwise, I’d do without the telephone. I hate phone calls, and I can’t miss the next episode of Jane the Virgin.

Would you rather live in the city or the country?

The city. I need to be able to get ridiculously flavored coffee at a moment’s notice.

Would you rather live by the ocean or by the mountains?

By the ocean.

Would you rather be stuck in a house with someone you hate or be stuck in a house alone?

For how long?? Can I bring my cat? I think I’d pick alone, though, as long as it wasn’t forever.

Thanks so much Rhiannon for answering my questions!

Thanks so much for having me!





About Rhiannon:
Rhiannon Thomas is a recent graduate from Princeton University, where she studied English and Japanese, and smuggled bubble tea into the library on a regular basis. She now lives in York, England. 


As well as reading and writing YA fiction, she runs the blog FeministFiction.com, where she discusses TV, books, and all kinds of fannish things from a feminist perspective. 

I don't hang out on Goodreads much, so if you want to contact me, please swing by my personal website or message me on Twitter.




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Friday, February 19, 2016

Book Review- MAGNETIC SHIFT by Lucy D. Briand


Title: MAGNETIC SHIFT
Author: Lucy D. Briand
Pub. Date: March 15, 2016
Publisher: Spencer Hill Press
Format: Paperback, eBook
Pages: 260
Rating: Loved!
Review copy received from publisher for an honest review. 

Find it: Amazon | B&N |  Goodreads
The ability to magnetize and manipulate metal with the flick of her wrist makes seventeen-year-old Lexi Adams a crack mechanic, but it’s a disaster in the making when her stepdad trades her skills to NASCAR team owner Dean Grant for an entire season’s worth of sponsorship ads.

Now Lexi has no other choice but to suck it up and hope she can keep her magnetic impulses under control—that is, until she runs into NASCAR’s hot new rookie, Colton Tayler.

When Carl Stacy, the ruthless team owner of the defending Cup Champion, discovers Lexi’s secret and plots to use it to ruin Dean’s race team for good, Lexi must either expose her ability to save Colton, risking Dean’s career and her own freedom in the process, or watch the only guy she’s ever fallen for race to his death.


So if you know me you know that this isn’t my typical kind of book, a bit too contemporary for my tastes even with the sci-fi(ish) aspects. But I was asked by a friend from Spencer Hill Press to host the blog tour because she knew I loved NASCAR. And so I said yes and I also said I would read it and review it.  I actually waited for racing season to begin so I’d be more in the mood to read it lol. So here I am posting my review.

I went into this book ready to pick it apart being the huge NASCAR fan that I am and also having friends that race in other motorsports. I know my ins and outs of pit stalls, pit road, the tracks, etc. basically the racing world in general. And I can say that Lucy Briand did her research! I was really quite impressed! There were a couple minor things like the chase format but she probably wrote this before the format changed for the umpteenth time. Ok so now onto the story which was freaking awesome! It had everything I look for, a good plot, a very swoon worthy guy (hello Colton!), a really well written MC (trust me you all will love Lexi), great secondary characters, and the story was quick paced without feeling rushed! I don’t want to get too much into the story because I don’t want to spoil anything but trust me when I say that this was awesome and I’d really love to read more of this world but alas it’s a standalone. Fans of NASCAR will love this but you really don’t have to be a racing fan at all to enjoy this one! If you love a good romance this will be right up your alley!

Also for my friends who detest love triangles there isn’t one so go buy this book and enjoy!

M9B Friday Reveal- THE LINGERING GRACE by Jessica Arnold Cover & Chapter 1 Reveal And A Giveaway!



Today Jessica Arnold and Month9Books are revealing the cover and first chapter for THE LINGERING GRACE, which releases March 15, 2016! Check out the gorgeous cover and enter to be one of the first readers to receive a eGalley!!
A quick note from the author:

In The Lingering Grace, Alice is glad to find her life returning to normal after a near-death experience. When a young girl drowns in a freak accident similar to the one that nearly killed her, she suspects that something deeper might be going on. This incredible cover is a reference both to the drowning girl at the heart of the story, and to Alice—who is also in over her head. It’s hard to tell whether the girl under water is sinking deeper or rising to the surface. This story centers on Alice making that very choice.

On to the reveal! 



Title: THE LINGERING GRACE
Author: Jessica Arnold
Pub. Date: March 15, 2016
Publisher: Month9Books
Format: Paperback & eBook
Pages: 320
Find it: Amazon | Goodreads

All magic comes with a price.

The new school year brings with it a welcome return to normalcy after Alice’s narrow escape from a cursed hotel while on summer vacation. But when a young girl drowns in a freak accident that seems eerily similar to her own near-death experience, Alice suspects there might be something going on that not even the police can uncover.



The girl’s older sister, Eva attends Alice’s school, and Alice immediately befriends her. But things change when when Alice learns that Eva is determined to use magic to bring her sister back. She must decide whether to help Eva work the highly dangerous magic or stop her at all costs. After all, no one knows better than Alice the true price of magic.





Excerpt


CHAPTER ONE

“I’m so sorry.”

Tony turned on his left blinker. “Didn’t your dad say something about getting you a car soon?”

Alice gave a single, grating laugh. “He’s been saying that ever since I got a license.” Tony knew this as well as she did; if he was teasing, she wasn’t in the mood. She slouched down in the passenger seat as they pulled into the library parking lot. It was almost empty; the library was closing in twenty-five minutes. She rapped her fingers against the car door, gripping a notebook and a pen tightly in her other hand.

“Hey.” Tony parked. He grabbed her arm before she could jump out of the car. “Everyone forgets an assignment sometimes.”

She tried to smile, but her mouth ended up in a lopsided grimace. “You’re right. I’ve just been so . . . you know.”

Concern flashed across Tony’s face, and his grip on her arm tightened for a second before he let go. Alice clicked her pen as they hurried into the library. She’d had this assignment for weeks—how could she have left it until now? This wasn’t like her. Tony grabbed her hand as they walked and she looked down at their entwined fingers, glad that this at least was surviving, despite her half-present brain.

It wasn’t sudden, this relationship, so it baffled her why it still felt fragile—why she was still relieved every time he wanted to spend time with her. They’d been officially dating for two months now, and they’d known each other for three. She was certain she had gotten the better end of the deal; Tony had been helping her keep her head above water ever since last summer. Meeting him had been one of the only good things to come out of that vacation from hell. He’d helped save her life when she had nearly died, the victim of a witch’s curse on a creepy old hotel.

Physically, her recovery had only taken a few weeks. But everything else … well, it was still an uphill battle. Daily life was mundane and mind-numbingly routine—more meaningless than it had ever seemed before. Alice zoned out on a regular basis. The world would fall away and she would stare into space, not thinking anything, not feeling anything but the empty space inside her where everything was quiet. That empty space had never been there before, and it was only with Tony that she felt it close up for a few precious hours at a time. Only with Tony was she herself again.

Tony noticed her looking at him and smiled.

“We’ll find something here. I know it.”

“We’d better.”

It was hard to be hopeful after spending three hours driving around to all the libraries in the area with no luck at all, courtesy of this supremely dumb assignment. They’d been talking about primary and secondary sources in English class and Mr. Segal was requiring them to find one primary source (not on the Internet either—at the library) to include in their research paper. Alice knew she shouldn’t have put it off. She just hadn’t known it would be this hard. Now, with the paper due tomorrow, she had absolutely nothing to show but a blank computer screen and mounting panic.

“I think I chose the wrong topic,” she said as they walked by the front desk. A librarian looked up and scowled at them.

“We’re closing in twenty minutes,” she said. Her expression made it clear that if they made her stay a moment later, they would regret it.

Alice squeezed Tony’s hand and spoke through clenched teeth. “I’m gonna fail this project. And the class. And I’ll become a high school dropout. And I’ll never get into college. Will you still like me when I’m living under an overpass?”

“Yes. But you’re not going to fail. And I wouldn’t let you be homeless.”

“My hero,” she grumbled and he laughed.

They hurried through the nonfiction sections, passing row after row of packed shelves. The farther into the library they went, the more overwhelming the smell of old paper became. Alice wasn’t sure if the musty library air was thanks to rotting books or the persistent mold problem that had shut the library down for months a while back. The city said everything was under control; Alice’s nose told her otherwise.

“Ugh, I was hoping we wouldn’t have to come here.” She ran her fingers along the book spines as they hurried down a row. “This place creeps me out.”

Tony looked up at the dim rectangles of fluorescent lights scattered across the ceiling. “Not exactly cozy, is it?”

Alice shook her head and then stopped, squinting at the books to her left. “804 . . . 804.01 . . . here we go.”

She traced the call numbers with her fingers. Tony knelt down next to her, scanning books as he spoke.

“Excellent. Let’s hope Mr. Librarian Number Two was right.”

They’d been hunting down a copy of Literary Criticism of the 1800s for three hours now. Alice had discovered it while digging through the online library catalog—it was the only thing she could find that fulfilled the “contemporary criticism” requirement for her paper. The only problem was that the full text wasn’t online and, thanks to an interlibrary loan snafu, the only copy had slipped under the radar almost completely. The librarian at the last library they’d visited had been ninety-nine percent sure it was at the downtown branch, and so they had braved the rush-hour traffic and hurried over.

“What a nightmare,” she groaned. “I don’t see it.”

Tony grabbed her notebook and squinted at the call number she’d written. “Are you sure that’s a four? Looks like it could be a nine to me.”

“Let’s hope it’s a nine, then.” She jumped to her feet and grabbed his hand, pulling him up as well. They hurried to the next aisle.

He squeezed her hand. “Hey—we’ll find it. Don’t worry.”

She squeezed back but said nothing. Don’t worry. If only it were that easy. Unfortunately, her blank moments didn’t bring Zen into the rest of her life. They were more like blackouts than meditations—moments when fatigue got the better of her. The rest of the time, she was sprinting to keep up with the mindless churn of to-do lists that filled her days. How did people live like this? Every day stuffed with pointless urgency. It was exhausting. Sometimes Alice found herself longing for just a taste of magic again. Magic was a glimmer of something beyond logic and reason and sunrise and sunset. Without it, life melted into a meaningless churn of waking and sleeping.

Tony was patient with her—in more ways than one. She wasn’t sure how he managed to put up with her frequent mental lapses and her total lack of girlfriend know-how. Frankly, she was mortified by her own awkwardness. In her more positive moments, she told herself it wasn’t her fault. He was her first boyfriend. No one had warned her about these things.

If only someone had warned her about these things. Holding hands, kissing, it all looked so easy when other people did it. At first, for her, it had been a humiliating disaster. She didn’t know what to do with her body, how to move. She would press her lips into Tony’s without aim or direction, as haphazardly as she kissed her dad’s cheek. For Tony, on the other hand, finesse seemed to come naturally. His kisses were caresses. He was artistic. When they held hands, while her arm went stiff as a board, he would stroke the back of her hand with his thumb, making little circles—or hearts. She liked to think of them as hearts.

Her heart was pounding from half-jogging to the end of a row.

“Do you see it?” Alice asked, trying to read the call numbers on both sides of the row simultaneously.

Tony shook his head. “Not yet.”

“I don’t believe this,” Alice grumbled, sinking to her knees. “It’s got to be here. I can’t rewrite this whole paper—I don’t have time!” She ran her hands across the books on the bottom shelf, vainly hoping that the right one would just jump out and grab her by the throat. Tony scratched his forehead. Alice was starting to recognize these things he did. She knew now that when he scratched his chin, he was thinking deeply; when he scratched right below his hairline, he was worried.

“Maybe it was just shelved wrong,” he suggested. He turned around and started scanning the bookshelf behind him.

Though Alice worried it was useless, she re-scanned the spines on the shelf in front of her. Maybe Tony was right—maybe they had missed something. But she had that sinking feeling in her gut and her eyes were burning; she was frustrated almost to tears. Her sight grew blurry as she stared at book after book.

“The library will be closing in five minutes,” said a voice over the intercom.

Five minutes.

She blinked very quickly, trying to clear her vision. Her eyes stopped on a particularly tattered old book without a visible call number, and she reached out to grab it, glancing behind her at Tony, who still had his back to her.

Her fingers touched the binding and she gasped. It was the strangest feeling—a tingling in her fingers, a warmth that traveled up her arm and into her shoulder. Alice pulled the book from the shelf and felt as if all the hair on her body were standing on end. She shivered and stroked the cover, which was brown leather and plain. It was blind-stamped with three concentric circles, like a rounded eye.

Peeling the cover back, she scanned through a few pages at random and knew immediately what she was holding. There was a sharp tug in her abdomen, and she almost put the book back then and there. It wasn’t the first spellbook she had seen. She had discovered several while fighting for her life in the hotel last summer. They’d belonged to the witch who set the curse. One of them had been covered in scrawls and notes—an inconsistent, impossible mess.

This little volume was an entirely different story. It was printed; the old monospaced type left odd gaps between letters. Someone had carefully underlined a few sentences throughout, but overall, it looked nearly untouched. If it hadn’t been for the yellowed pages and the smell of rotting paper, she might have called it pristine.

Each page was laid out in the same way: a heading in large, capitalized type followed by an ingredient list and several paragraphs of instructions. To the left of each title were one to three small triangles. Some were colored in with solid black ink while others were empty. They were presented without explanation, but Alice felt sure they must be a scale of sorts: a rating to indicate how long a particular spell took to prepare or its difficulty or something like that. There were small sketches throughout. On one page, a tiny flower was drawn to the right of the ingredient list. On the bottom of another, a tiny frog, splayed out, cut open, its ink-drawn limbs hanging limply at its sides.

Her stomach turned; quickly, she shut the book. A shiver tickled her spine—the familiar sensation of being watched. Was it a coincidence that she had come across this book? Or could it be that the curse had left a magical stamp on her, a kind of otherworldly magnetism? Had she found the book, or had the book found her?

“I don’t believe it.”

Alice jumped, clutching the book to her.

“Hey—I found it!”

Tony was holding the book out for her to see, smiling widely. She took it from him with one hand; with the other, she slipped the leather book behind her back. The movement was instinctual. All she knew was that she didn’t want to return the book and leave so many questions unanswered. Nor did she want to explain to Tony why she had to know more.

“Thank God,” she said, grinning back. “You are a hero!” Maybe she could pass the book off as another ancient volume of literary criticism? Not a chance. Tony was too curious; he would want to look at it himself.

“See?” He helped her up and put his arm around her shoulders. “Told you it would be okay.”

“I guess you were right.”

He took the book back from her and examined it. Alice’s grip on the spellbook tightened. No, she definitely could not let Tony near this book if she didn’t want him to panic and light it on fire or something. “It’s kind of like finding buried treasure.”

“Except the treasure is a book and the only thing it was buried in was the library’s glitchy loan system.”

“Still—it feels good.”

“The library is closing. Please check out all books at the front desk,” the intercom blared.

Alice and Tony jogged past row after row of dimly lit bookshelves. As they did, Alice slipped the leather-bound book into her bag before she could talk herself out of it. It wasn’t stealing, she told herself. Not really. She would take it home, glance through it, and return it to the shelf within a few days. It was just a quick investigation—albeit a secret one. But really, it had to be secret. Ever since the hotel, Tony couldn’t even watch a card trick without freaking out. If she told him a spellbook might have found her … maybe magically … well, she was doing him a favor by not mentioning it.

She was just being responsible. Really.

***

Tony dropped her off at home half an hour later. Still immensely pleased with his book-finding success, he’d suggested a celebratory dinner, but Alice insisted that she really did need to work on her paper. This was true.

She didn’t mention that she was far more anxious to crack open the book she hadn’t checked out than read the one she had.

The house was so quiet when she walked in that for a second she thought she was the only one home. Usually, the ruckus of her brother’s video games in the living room would be drowned out by the drone of her dad listening to NPR in his office. But the living room was empty and her dad must have stayed late at work because the doors to his office were open and the room was dark. Just the light in the kitchen was on, and it was only on second glance that Alice saw her mother sitting on a barstool, staring blankly at the faucet. Someone hadn’t turned it off completely and water was leaking out one drop at a time.

“Mom?”

Her mom jumped up.

“Oh, hi, honey. I didn’t hear you come in.” She walked around the counter and turned off the faucet. “Were you with Tony tonight?”

“Yeah, we were at the library.”

“Good … that’s good … ” she said absently before lapsing into silence again.

“Um … how was your doctor’s appointment?” Alice asked to alleviate the uncomfortable quiet.

Her mother’s lips twitched upward, then tightened. She abruptly turned her back to Alice and opened the fridge.

“Fine, fine … ” she said, her voice drowned out by the crinkling of plastic bags.

Alice’s worries about her paper were immediately replaced by deeper, more insistent fears. “What’s wrong?” she demanded.

“I can’t hear you, sweetie.”

“What happened?” she repeated. “Is something wrong?”

Her mom emerged from the fridge, holding some celery sticks and a jar of almond butter—her “guilty” snack. Normally she wouldn’t have had the almond butter. (She liked to remind Alice that too many nuts would make a person chub up like a squirrel before hibernation.) Her eyes briefly met Alice’s as she turned to the sink and started to rinse off the celery.

“Oh, just a sad story in the news today.”

Alice’s heart immediately slowed. “See, this is why I never read the news.”

Her mom scrubbed the hollow of the celery stalk with one thin finger. “A single mom just moved into a new house with her two young girls. The girls went swimming unsupervised. The six-year-old drowned.”

Alice’s chest constricted, but she tried to brush it off. “They didn’t know how to swim? Why did they get in the pool?”

“Really, Alice.” Her mom’s voice went snappish. “You of all people should know—these things can happen to anyone.” She grabbed the celery stalks and the jar of almond butter and walked out of the room without another word. Alice heard the bedroom door close.

Alice sat still on the bar stool for a moment. A weak trickle of water was leaking from the faucet; she got up and turned it off.

You of all people.

A final drop of water hit the sink like the tiniest of hammers. Last summer, at the cursed hotel, she had nearly drowned in a swimming pool. Tony had pulled her out just in time.

She could remember all too clearly the press of water in her lungs. Not everyone knew the craving for air—the feeling that your head was being squeezed and squeezed until finally, in the last moments, when you thought you were going to explode … an arm around your waist pulling you up. A hand clapping you on the back, a voice telling you the coughing was okay, telling you to breathe when that was all you wanted to do until the end of time … just breathe.

Tony had saved her life. But the little girl would have felt the tightness, the void in her chest that nothing could fill, until the darkness came slowly in—not a stranger knocking down the door, but a cool-headed thief waiting for the window to fall open. Rushing into the opening, filling the lungs with cold black water … and then darker and darker until there was nothing—no space left.

“It’s okay. I’m okay.” Alice refused to turn into her mother, having panic attacks every time she heard a bit of disturbing news. She took a deep breath, shook her head, and walked slowly up the stairs to her room, pretending she was empty as a balloon floating higher and higher … out of her body, out of everything.






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Jessica Arnold lives (in an apartment) and works (in a cubicle) in Boston, Massachusetts. She has a master‘s degree in publishing and writing from Emerson College.


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