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Spelled by Kate. St. Clair
Amethyst #1
Genre: YA Paranormal
Magic runs thicker than blood.
Misfortune seems to follow the Sayers family. Georgia has tried endlessly to reestablish normality since her mother died, and she’s no closer from escaping her strange past when a mysterious fire destroys the only other high school in her tiny Texas town. Georgia is thrown into the company of Luke, a cryptic senior who brings her face to face with the truth about her heritage. Her loving, perfect mother created her family for the singular purpose of birthing five of the most powerful witches in the world, capable of terrifying magic. Now that she knows the truth, can Georgia keep her siblings safe?
Who is behind the dark cult that’s after her family? And does Luke know more about her powers than even she does?
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My Thoughts
Spelled by Kate St. Clair was a really interesting YA paranormal read. I was a bit confused at the very beginning, as I wasn’t really sure what was going on – but it works itself out as the book goes on and then the beginning made more sense to me. This was a unique story…I haven’t read another like it and the plot blurb alone was enough to hook me and make me want to jump right into this book. I like that the book was on the shorter side (160ish pages) as it made for a nice, quick evening read for me. I will be looking forward to the next book in this series!
About the Author
Kate grew up in Austin, TX, before she attended boarding school in California. She was accepted to the Chapman University Creative Writing program before she wrote SPELLED – Amethyst, Book One, released on April 1st 2014. SPELLED is a paranormal YA series published by Black Hill Press. When she’s not writing, Kate is riding horses, walking her dogs, or playing with her pet pig, Miley.
Excerpt Two: The Message
A few people are clumped around my locker wing, making a very inconvenient barrier. I try to skirt around them politely, then realize no one is talking. The girl closest to me meets my eye, and I can almost see her retreating away from me in her mind. Like smoke dissolving into the air, the group disperses in opposite directions. When I step up to my locker, my bag slips out of my hands. All six of my books land on top of my foot, but I barely even flinch.
The tattered wing of a bird has been nailed into my locker door.
It hangs there lifelessly, the pale grey feathers contrasting with the yellow paint behind them. It’s small enough to be a dove’s, or maybe a pigeon’s.
Under the gift, someone wrote a message in streaked, red letters…
WE SEE YOU.
