Title: A Murder of Magpies
Publication date: October 28, 2014
Publisher: Month9Books, LLC.
Author: Sarah Bromley
Winter in Black Orchard, Wisconsin, is long and dark, and sixteen-year-old Vayda Silver prays the snow will keep the truth and secrecy of the last two years buried. Hiding from the past with her father and twin brother, Vayda knows the rules: never return to the town of her mother’s murder, and never work a Mind Game where someone might see.
No one can know the toll emotions take on Vayda, how emotion becomes energy in her hands, or how she can’t control the destruction she causes. But it’s not long before her powers can no longer be contained. The truth is dangerously close to being exposed, placing Vayda and her family at risk.
Until someone quiets the chaos inside her.
Unwanted. That’s all Ward Ravenscroft has ever been. To cope, he numbs the pain of rejection by denying himself emotions of any kind. Yet Vayda stirs something in him. He can’t explain the hold she has on him–inspiring him with both hope and fear. He claims not to scare easily, except he doesn’t know what her powers can do. Yet.
Just as Vadya and Ward draw closer, she finds the past isn’t so easily buried. And when it follows the Silvers to Black Orchard, it has murder in mind.
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Excerpt :
Shadows blanket Jonah and me in the hallway while Rain’s in the kitchen, lighting one cigarette off another. Mom’s impish grin doesn’t impress him, and he covers her hand with his. “Lorna, darlin’, this ain’t funny. These charges are real serious.”
Shadows blanket Jonah and me in the hallway while Rain’s in the kitchen, lighting one cigarette off another. Mom’s impish grin doesn’t impress him, and he covers her hand with his. “Lorna, darlin’, this ain’t funny. These charges are real serious.”
She unfastens her hair from her French twist, setting a hair comb on the table. The comb is silver, inlaid with green stones for leaves beside hand-painted roses. Dad made it for her in art school years before. “I’m not worried. You and Em and I, we’ve seen hell worse than this.”
My godfather puffs on his cigarette. “You don’t get it. They’ve been after you, and this time, they might have gotten you.”
“Then get her off, Rain.” Dad swirls his scotch. “Lorna made your law career. You owe her.”
Rain leans back in his chair. “I’d do anything to help y’all, but the town wants someone to pay.”
The diamonds in Mom’s wedding rings twinkle like Christmas lights as she streams her hand through Dad’s black hair. He rubs his cheek against her fingers, and she whispers a hushed promise in Romani before speaking louder.
“We’ll be fine, Em. We always are.”
***
They weren’t fine.
Not since Mom pitched a fit two years ago. Not since Dad, Jonah, and I showed up at Rain’s with smoke in our lungs and hair gray from ash. Not since Dad’s best friend helped us disappear.
ABOUT SARAH BROMLEY:
Sarah Bromley lives near St. Louis with her husband, three children, and two dogs. She likes the quiet hours of morning when she can drink coffee in peace, stare into the woods behind her house, and wonder what monsters live there. When she’s not writing or wrangling small children, she can be found volunteering at a stable for disabled riders.
Giveaway Information: Winner will be drawn November 28, 2014
· Five (5) winners will receive a digital copy of A Murder of Magpies by Sarah Bromley (INT)
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