May 22, 2024

Spotlight: False Haven by Rebecca Rook

May 22, 2024/ Michelle Bowles

Publication date: February 13th 2024
Genres: Horror, Young Adult

Synopsis:

False Haven is a young adult horror novel for fans of Anna Dressed in Blood by Kendare Blake, Asylum by Madeleine Roux, and Fiendish by Brenna Yovanoff.

Seventeen-year-old Vivienne Barston’s life has fallen apart.

With her mother recently dead, her father disappears into his grief – leaving Viv to deal with her sadness and anger alone. Viv turns to destructive behaviors like petty vandalism, but after a disturbing stint in a juvenile detention center frightens her, Viv agrees to a court mandated service opportunity designed to expunge her record. The deal: work for six weeks with a trail conservation crew in the rural woods of southern Oregon, and she’ll be free with a clean slate.

She knows it’s her last chance to fix her life.

When Viv arrives at the small town of Hard Luck, Oregon, she meets her motley crewmates, all with troubles of their own. The unusual group travels to Grafton Stake, a remote and derelict former asylum with a haunted history–and now Viv must face the ghosts of the past while fighting for her future.

Don’t miss this inventive horror novel where Holes meets The Haunting of Hill House!

Excerpt

A short, weathered black stone pyramid rose from a hewn base buried deep into the ground. Viv could see the chisel marks at the base, lined with dirt and moss. No words or dates were inscribed, only the symbol of a single open eye.

A shiver skittered across her scalp. She recognized the symbol for the evil eye. An obelisk, she thought. It’s an obelisk.

What is an obelisk doing in the middle of the woods?

Viv peered past the obelisk. The stone stood waist-high and before a wide, flat stretch of pasture mostly clear of trees and brush. Thick holly bushes with sharp, black-green leaves lined the edges of the pasture. Unsettled, Viv rubbed her arms. Why would a clearly man-made pasture be up here, away in the woods? So far from the homestead? Viv stepped forward to take in more — and paused.

A rectangle of the same black stone lay next to her foot, embedded in the ground and with edges coated in moss. The numbers 81469 were chiseled into the dark stone.

Viv swallowed. She took another step, then another.

Then she saw it — another stone, half buried in the dirt. Almost six feet away from the first stone plaque. The numbers were 73071.

Now knowing what to seek, she scanned the earth around her. There were more. Many more. 42198.

32777.

21374.

91868.

Viv shook her head, trying to make sense of what she saw before her. She stumbled down the length of the pasture, seeking more and more of the stone plaques wedged into the earth’s sod, half visible.

Wholly terrible.

There were more than fifty plaques in the pasture, Viv realized.

She couldn’t be sure, but she thought she stood upon a graveyard.

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About the Author

Rebecca Rook designs tabletop games, manages a little free library dedicated to sequential art and comics, and lives in the Pacific Northwest with two wonderful dogs. She writes young adult fiction in the fantasy, thriller, and horror genres.

A 2021-2022 Hugo House Fellow in
Seattle, WA, she also attended the 2021 Tin House YA Fiction Workshop in
Portland, OR. Rebecca was selected as one of the 100 invited writers to participate in the Write Team Mentorship Program’s curated Pitch-a-Thon event before being chosen as a Mentee for the 2021 Program. Prior to this, she completed the wonderful Yearlong Workshop for Young Adult and Middle Grade Fiction at Hugo House.

Connect:
https://www.byrebeccarook.com/
https://www.tiktok.com/@byrebeccarook
https://www.instagram.com/byrebeccarook
https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/45848659.Rebecca_Rook

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March 26, 2024

Spotlight: A Strange Affinity by Rebecca Rook

March 26, 2024/ Michelle Bowles

Publication date: March 26th 2024
Genres: Fantasy, Young Adult

Synopsis:

A Strange Affinity is a hypnotizing cross between the television show Deadwood and Tamora Pierce’s renowned Tortall Universe. This young adult fantasy novel, set in an alternate nineteenth century American Wild West, will appeal to fans of Vengeance Road and Retribution Rails by Erin Bowman, Revenge and the Wild by Michelle Modesto, and Upright Women Wanted by Sarah Gailey.

In the Wild West, magic is real.

When two strangers arrive in her small town, Gloriana Rue learns that she has the magical ability, or Affinity, to manipulate metal. She also learns that her mother was a renowned magical scholar but had abandoned the world of Affinities. Glory is desperate to know why her mother hid her past, and so agrees to attend an academy for magicians in the hopes of finding answers.

Glory is soon immersed in magic and mystery when she stumbles upon a disturbing discovery: A killer is hunting magicians throughout the American West – and he’s getting closer. Only by seeking out her mother’s secrets can she stop him and save her newfound family.

Excerpt

Glory adored her new magician's studio.

The space was outfitted as a smith’s shop, furnished with a long workbench, a wall hung with gently worn but serviceable tools, and a small, portable blacksmith’s forge. She was awkward with many of the tools at first but grew better and more proficient by the day. Glory worked long into the evenings, well past the end of her classes. She came to love the feeling of being surrounded by scraps of different metals: gold, silver, copper, and iron. It felt like being surrounded by friends, or family. It was hard for Glory to describe but she felt that each metal had a different personality.

Glory thrived under Jacinda’s tutelage. She went on to master a series of ever-challenging tasks she had set before her: Molding new shapes, melding metals together, and extracting the elements. Soon each new task seemed easier than the last.

In a recent conversation, Jacinda had warned Glory these new skills were among the easiest for a magician. True transformation of physical properties was much harder, and in some cases, impossible without several years of further study.

“Lead to gold?” Glory had asked, skepticism and humor in her voice. She remembered reading such silly tales among her father’s library.

Jacinda had chuckled. “Not quite. You’re bound by the chemical properties of the source material. But with study and practice, who knows what’s possible? The magical properties of metal are vastly understudied and largely composed of myths and legends about alchemy. And because there are so few metal magicians, we still don’t know what they — you — are capable of.”

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About the Author

Connect:
https://www.byrebeccarook.com/
https://www.tiktok.com/@byrebeccarook
https://www.instagram.com/byrebeccarook
https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/45848659.Rebecca_Rook

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January 17, 2024

Spotlight: The Penance of Valentine Cash by Rebecca Rook

January 17, 2024/ Michelle Bowles

Publication date: January 16th 2024

Genres: Fantasy, Young Adult

Synopsis:

Neil Gaiman’s American Gods meets Jennifer Mason-Black’s Devil and the Bluebird in this modern adaptation of the Greek legend The Twelve Labors of Hercules for young adult fantasy readers.

Valentine Cash is dead.

When she dies in an accidental collision she caused on the cusp of musical fame, Valentine is offered a deal: Complete a series of difficult tasks to get her life back. Fail, and she dies a final, everlasting death. Guided by Route 66 the Mother Road of America on her quest, she tackles one herculean task after another, giving up a piece of herself with each trial.

Valentine begins to understand that the fame she once sought won’t bring her happiness or belonging – and if she fulfills the penance, she must decide what’s more important: Her old life or restoring the lives of the strangers who died alongside her.

The young and the ancient, the tangible and the mythical, collide as Valentine learns the true meaning of redemption, connection, and the enduring power of the human spirit.

Excerpt

Valentine looked Bill over. She remembered the stories in the old ballads, the ones of dancing with the devil only to never come home. Bill didn’t seem like a devil, but he clearly wasn’t an angel, either. She certainly didn’t trust him. What did she know of cowboys, particularly a legend like Pecos Bill? What did he want? What could she give without too high a price? A memory, a faint song remnant tickled the back of her skull, then poured out of her mouth.

“Your lariat,” Valentine said. “The snake. Or the one you used to rope the moon. You still use it?”

Bill leaned back, his eyes watchful. “Funny that you ask. It’s worn down some. I’m hardly able to use it much these days.”

“I could take a look,” Valentine offered. “See if I can fix it.”

“You?” Bill scoffed. “What do you know about lariats? Despite your get-up, you’re not a cowhand or a rancher.”

Valentine leaned forward. Somehow, she knew she was on the right track. The same intuition that guided her in writing a great song nudged her further down this line of questioning. “It won’t cost you anything to let me look at it. If I fail to fix your lariat, we’ll leave you alone and find the Bloody Bones ourselves. But if I succeed, you will tell us where and when to find the killer. Or the Bloody Bones.” Valentine tried to be specific. She remembered the folk tales and legends she grew up on all had stories about bargains built on imprecise language or wordplay that ended badly for the mortals.

She couldn’t afford for this to end badly. She had to find the Bloody Bones.

It was the only way to get her life back.

Bill narrowed his eyes at Valentine for a long moment. Finally, he nodded.

“I accept your terms.”

Bill led them upstairs to a humble studio above the bar. Valentine was startled by the appearance of the simple abode; she had stayed in many, many places like this. She had assumed a legend would reside in a worthier home, someplace like the elegant casino where she had met Dale Wright, High John, and Paul Bunyan. Valentine didn’t say anything, though. She didn’t want to hurt Pecos Bill’s feelings. She already felt that she was on treacherous ground with him.

Bill left them standing in the doorway and walked over to the closet. He pulled down a saddlebag made of tanned, worn leather and reached in to pull out a lariat. Walking over to Valentine, he placed it in her hands.

“Here she is.” Valentine heard a faint note of pride, and worry. “The lariat I used to harness tornados, to pull Sue down from the moon after the Widow-Maker had tossed her.” Bill gave an affectionate smile.

“How is Sue these days, Bill?” Valentine heard Six ask from behind her.

The smile vanished. “Gone.”

Bill didn’t elaborate.

Valentine turned the lariat over in her hands. The rope was frayed from use, with threads slipped loose from the main coil. The material felt heavier, denser than the rope she had handled on her parents’ hobby farm. Silver and copper strands wove through the fabric, with a few faint gold threads, the only other hint of something supernatural about this workaday tool. Valentine bent closer to examine the silver and copper, and her own long, gold hair fell forward, resting against her hand where it held the rope.

She had an idea. “Six, do you have a knife?”

“A knife?” Six shifted his weight on his feet. One hand ruffled through his hair.

“Yes.”

“Uh, no.”

Bill reached into the saddlebag. “Will this do?”

Valentine looked up to see that Bill held a sheathed, single-sided blade the length of her forearm. “Yes.”

Setting the rope aside on a nearby chair, Valentine took the knife from Bill and pulled the blade from the sheath. She swept off her hat, the silver accents twinkling in the faint light of the studio. Valentine gathered her long hair into roughly two chunks, on either side of her face. Using the knife, she sawed off one handful of the golden length, then the other.

She heard Six gasp in surprise. A deep rumble came from Church.

In less than a minute, she had an armful of golden hair.

Valentine handed the blade back to Bill, who took it without comment but with a keen gaze. She picked up the lariat and sorted through the coils until she found one end. She examined the braided coil, holding it at arm’s length and then up close. After a moment, she knew what she needed to do.

Valentine placed the lariat on the worn Formica table, on top of a clutter of magazines and old newspapers and dirty dishes. She then reached for her own shorn locks and began to braid thin strips of her hair, one after the other. Silence hung over the room as the legends watched her, and Valentine began to sing, under her breath, an old song about a maid seeking her heart’s desire, a bluegrass tune she had first played when learning the mandolin. She sang in a low voice and continued to braid the shorn gold until there remained no more strands.

Valentine picked up the lariat, and starting from one end, she wove the braided gold into the twisted rope. As she wrapped and tucked and twisted the golden strands into the fabric, the silver and copper strands flared and brightened, as if coming back to life. The gold threads glowed in response. Valentine worked her way down the length of the rope. She was relieved that she had just enough hair to repair the lariat. All the while, she sang the old tune. When she ran out of verses, she simply started the song anew.

Finally, the lariat was done.

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