Would you cross a land of magic, dark creatures and hidden secrets to face your own deepest fear?
After being shot, Suzy and her friend, Bill, are offered a second chance at life in The Lost Town of Man’s Crossing, a land to which the chosen few are transported by their personal Crossing Creatures. There, Suzy encounters the evil Cole, who is all-out to gain the highest power of the land.
But Suzy comes from a magical family: her grandmother, Miss Hollow, founded a coven called Hollow-Wings, and her grandfather left her a secret, life-changing pouch. Soon, Cole craves that secret pouch more than anything.
It’s Suzy versus Cole – and one of them has met their match.
Excerpt (from Prologue):
I waited thinking of my life and how no-matter what I had touched unpleasant things were made to follow. I remembered the first night I had spent at grandad’s, he had sat me down and explained that I was born in a coven. On the night of the visiting dead. Shortly after that night, my mother had fled her coven family. I never knew if that was true or not as I had no memory of those times. But grandad always swore his life to it whenever he told me the story.
“Child, could you get me that case from my desk over there?” said grandad, breaking me out of my thoughts.
I got up and laid his present on his lap and then went over to his desk. I picked up grandad’s worn brown case; as I did so I felt something sway from inside.
“Child, don’t be scared, you know I have always looked out for you.” Grandad stumbled to his feet and took his case from my hands, then he faced it towards me.
My heart skipped beats and my body and mind screamed “run.” But from what? Was there any point in running anymore? I tried to find my voice as the latch of the case clicked apart, and grandad’s fingers shook as he swung it open.
“I call Miss Cridwyn to join me in this room. I beg of her to gift Suzy with the last creature of new beginnings,” bellowed grandad.
My mouth opened and black and orange mist flew about the room like a tornado circling grandad. The room felt as hot as an open oven and sweat pooled down my back and face. The mist started to clear, and I could have sworn I heard growling, like a rampaged dog had been let in. Grandad’s face came back into view and the growling got louder and louder. I looked into the orange flashing eyes of the critter. Her pointed ears twitched and her blue and pink skin seemed to pulsate as she flapped her black wings.
“Child, Cridwyn is an outcast creature of death. We have loved each other for a long time. Now she is going to help you,” said grandad as he blew her a kiss.
I staggered backwards. She didn’t look like the helping kind to me. How could grandad have not told me about her after all these years? After all I had confided in him, I thought. Cridwyn flew closer to me. Her hands caught the sides of my face and a pink chain untangled itself from her waist and slithered down and around my shoulders. I wanted to scream, but not a sound came out of my mouth.
The chain wrapped itself around my neck, getting tighter and tighter until I was panting for breath. Cridwyn placed her hands on the needle-like clips and pulled the chain together, making a blue hive-like pouch grow, loosening the chain from its choking hold. Then Cridwyn fluttered backwards, and I fell to my knees trying to breathe. My skin flashed pink and orange and my red hair fell over my shoulders.
About the Author:
My name is Katrina Hart but my friends call me Katie. I live in the East of England with my family, my two cats–Holly and Smokey–and our dog, Jessie. They are a nutty bunch but I love them all the same.
I have always had a passion for reading. I could easily spend a whole lifetime engrossed in a good book. In my twenties I joined an online writing class where I fell in love with writing my own stories.
Since I started writing I have discovered a new love for quotes. A quote that really inspired me was from Toni Morrison. Toni said: “If there’s a book you really want to read but it hasn’t been written yet, then you must write it.”
I came across this quote whilst I was studying. It was one of the many things that inspired me to begin writing Finding Destiny, my first novel.
In addition to Finding Destiny, I’ve written a number of other stories.
Twitter – @KatrinaHart2015