|Releasing March 21, 2013 by SSP|
My fellow Sapphire Star Publishing author and YA writer, Kelley Lynn, is having a very BIG week. And we get to be part of it! Her debut YA fantasy, FRACTION OF STONE, is stepping out in style with a fantastic cover design. View above...stunning, right? I'm going to let Kelley hijack my blog-o-sphere for a paragraph or two in order to fill you in on her new title. Then, to really whet your appetite, I'll follow up with a tasty excerpt of FRACTION OF STONE. And finally, just when you think you've had your fill, BLAM! I post the trailer along with all the yummy links your little hearts could desire. Hope you're ready for a smorgasbord of book candy! ~Anna Silver
Before we get into that, I just want to say thank you to everyone who has helped me get this far. All the fine people who are helping with this cover reveal, my CPs/Betas, family and friends. And of course, thank you to Sapphire Star Publishing for helping make my dream a reality. (And also letting me have a huge say in how this cover looks.) I am so, so excited and feel so blessed.
Okay, now that, that has been said. Here we go! ~Kelley Lynn
Fraction of Stone by Kelley Lynn
Release Date: March 21st, 2013 by Sapphire Star Publishing
Genre: YA Fantasy
Genre: YA Fantasy
Rydan Gale and Akara Nazreth are the only humans with the ability to wield magic. The tattoo on their necks and the discovery of an ancient book, dictate they are the key to the world’s survival.
But the greatest obstacle for saving mankind isn’t the bizarre creatures, extreme betrayals and magic-fearing men hunting them.
It’s that Akara doesn’t believe the world is worth saving.
She moved her hand along the wall, her room, where she slept, she ate. The drugs suspending her in a state with no emotion, a state she was so used to it felt more real than normal. A respite.
The cell swayed and whirled, like a small boat in the ocean. Light through the only window danced on her bracelets, teased of life. Something she’d never had. Her existence wasn’t hers.
Scraping of the heavy wooden door down the hall caused her head to rise, searching for the person among the sea of swirling colors. Her handler’s eyes spun around his face, weaving between his nose and ears, dipping into the scar which sliced through his sneer.
“It is time again, girl. Your people need you.”
His large hand wrapped around her thin arm, yanking her to her feet, catching her as she nearly collapsed. Through the haze she could tell she wasn’t ready, the exhaustion still too great. But they would force her to fight anyway.
She was only aware of the increasing light and the rising temperature as they ascended the spiral staircase and emerged into the palace. A grand and exquisite place, pure white on every wall and fixture. Chandeliers dipped from the ceiling. Pillars holding up walls so perfect, a scratch or blemish would catch the eye of anyone walking through.
The people in the hall cowered and moved away, their angelic faces and white, silk robes disappearing behind doors. Her grey, woolen attire a giveaway she didn’t belong, wasn’t welcomed in their presence. The man corralled her down the hallway and out of the palace, chaining her wrists to the metal bars in the window of the awaiting carriage.
She didn’t resist as he poured the liquid down her throat. It was an almost immediate transformation and the exhaustion increased tenfold. She was fully aware, fully herself and completely drained of hope or fervor.
Not a warrior to carry the fate of the war.