Tuesday, January 13, 2015

Under Ariella Moon's spell: Fiction feature gets witchy!

Ahoy, lovely readers!

Welcome to the world of 2015! I hope the first week of the new year treated you kindly. Let’s make sure the second week is even better by bringing you some new good reads!
As I’m sure most of you know, I am a huge fan of Ariella Moon’s Teen Wytche series. The fourth installment in the series came out during my hiatus. So, it is my honor to bring to you Spell for Sophia!

Sometimes the worst scars are the ones you cannot see.

Sophia Perez-Hidalgo’s survival depends upon her mastering magic and the supernatural before her lawless parents and their vengeful boss catch up to her. How far must she flee to escape them forever? Sophia runs until she’s out of stolen money, then…Fate delivers her into the arms of Louisiana teen Shiloh Breaux Martine, and his grand-mèrea voodoo priestess living deep in the bayou.

Breaux knows Sophia is trouble — but he’ll travel through time, battle zombies, and risk his bright future to protect her. While Ainslie, best friend extraordinaire, will jeopardize her sanity to find and aid Sophia. When friendship, magic, and love are not enough, Sophia will have to save herself. But first, she must believe she’s worth saving. 

I am digging so many things about this book. First, the protagonist is named Sophia, one of our own favorites in the Lucid series. Though she is not an old man, I am sure Moon’s Sophia is just as clever! Second, this story takes place in my homeland of New Orleans. Reading about my hometown, especially while I’m abroad, always brings a tear to my eye.  One thing Ariella Moon has mastered is doing excellent research on the settings of her stories. I personally know she did extensive research about New Orleans, even taking a swamp tour and the like, to bring you an accurate and compelling tale. Don’t believe me? Check out who’s mentioned in the acknowledgements ;)

But enough of my gushing, let’s let Spell for Sophia do the talking, as if you really need any more convincing that this is a must-read!

Um…Sophia?" Worry tinged Breaux's voice as he rose to his feet.
I lifted my chin. The pain over my right eye resumed stabbing. I blinked several times to clear the wobbly vision in my left eye, and a fresh wave of nausea crashed over me. An elongated white light shimmered in my peripheral vision. Seizing the other oar, I stood and faced it. The white light glittered and assembled into a shaky form. "Mam'zelle?"
We lowered the oars to our waists. Though Mam'zelle's features were no longer distinguishable, I recognized her essence. In my mind's eye she shook her head and wagged her finger at me. Child, didn't I teach you anyt’ing? What did you forget?
Panic seized me. "We forgot something. Something important."
Breaux's eyes rolled upward, then back to center. "We purposely skipped some steps because we didn't have time—"
Mam'zelle vanished. My arms tingled. A luminous red mist gathered along the bayou's edge. Corpses — men, women, and children — rose from the blood-colored vapors.
Breaux hefted the oar. "Do you see them?"
"The zombie army?" The boat rocked as we assumed a back-to-back stance and raised the oars to chest level. "Why are they here?"
Breaux shifted his stance. The boat groaned and creaked. "Maybe a portal opened—"
A gasp convulsed my throat. "I forgot to ask Papa Legba to close the gate!"
I dropped my oar and dove for my backpack. The zipper slipped from my sweaty grasp. I found it again and pinched the tab between my thumb and forefinger. Nylon teeth unthreaded with a ripping sound. I shoved my hand into the pack and dug through its contents. "Where's the pencil?"
Breaux fingered the top of his ear and his oar clattered to the floor of the boat. Along the bayou banks, a contingent of undead rocked from side to side. Breaux reached into his front jeans pocket, withdrew the pencil stub, and thrust it into my hand. "Hurry."
The lantern illuminated the edge of the seat bench. Between the migraine and the magic, I had difficulty focusing. Working half-blind in the meager light, I sketched a crossroad onto the wood.
"Will it work?" Breaux asked. "Using a different crossroad?"
"We'll find out."
Breaux swore under his breath and cast a nervous glance at the shore. His eyes widened and he retrieved his oar — sure signs the undead had grown in number or were on the move. Something tumbled down the slight incline and plopped into the shallow water.
"Any time now." Breaux's fingers twitched against the oar.

Swamp zombies got you hooked, yeah? How about we seal the deal with this epic book video?

You can buy Spell for Sophia as an e-book at the various links:

Since it’s been a long time since I’ve had her, or anyone, on my blog, let’s get reacquainted with Ariella Moon! 

(Ariella Moon with her new Louisiana friend!) 

Ariella spent her childhood searching for a magical wardrobe that would transport her to Narnia. Extreme math anxiety, and taller students who mistook her for a leaning post, marred her youth. Despite these horrors, she graduated summa cum laude from the University of California at Davis. Ariella is a Reiki Master, author, and shaman. She lives a nearly normal life with her extraordinary daughter, two shamelessly spoiled dogs, and an enormous dragon.

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That’s it for now, y’all!! I suggest you get to reading Spell for Sophia at an early hour because it will keep you up all night! I’ll leave you to that for now!
Until next time, keep readin’ and dreamin’!


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