Title: Gods of Chaos (Red Magic #2)
Publication date: March 31, 2015
Publisher: Month9Books, LLC.
Author: Jen McConnel
The gods of chaos cannot be trusted. Since battling her best friend, Darlena’s grip on Red Magic has been shaky. She heads to Scotland after the Winter Solstice in search of another Red Witch. On a sightseeing excursion with girls from her hostel, Darlena arrives at The Vaults, a mysterious underground city beneath Edinburgh. But there is something there that make Darlena’s instincts go haywire, as she lets loose a defensive burst of Red Magic, putting everyone around her in danger. If there was ever a time when Darlena needed the help of another Red witch, it was now. But beware the witch who wields Red Magic.Link to Goodreads:
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Excerpt :
The beam of the single flashlight didn’t cut very far into the darkness, and I paused for a moment to draw up a little Red magic. Even if Sandra said she didn’t believe there were any ghosts down here, I wasn’t so sure, and I didn’t want to be defenseless. My fingertips tingled as I followed the girls, and red sparks caressed my arms. I stayed a few steps behind them, hoping they wouldn’t notice.
Our footsteps echoed on the earthen floor of the passageway, and Joan crinkled her nose.
“It’s all wet! I bet we’re in the sewer.”
Sandra laughed, dropping her voice a bit. “These are the vaults, all right. Can’t you feel the ghosts?”
Despite her teasing, I felt something. But whatever presence was in the vault, it felt nothing like the dead in the realm of Hades. I shivered and glanced behind us at the receding doorway. The light from outside was almost gone, and the flashlight gave off an eerie, blue glow as we descended deeper into the vault.
“Why are we here again?” I called to Sandra.
“I told you! Ghosts!” She chuckled. “But really, this used to be a city, with shops and everything. I wanted to see it for myself.” She moved forward as she spoke, and Joan and I followed her, watching the thin beam of the flashlight bounce along the corridor. My skin prickled along my neck, and I struggled to ignore the strange sensation.
“But why isn’t it being used now?”
“I don’t know, but it hasn’t been used for centuries.”
The light flickered.
“Sandy, be careful!” Joan’s voice sounded tight.
Sandra laughed. “You girls are such drags. I thought you wanted an adventure.”
I caught a whiff of sulfur. “Something isn’t right.”
“Not you, too?” Sandra sighed heavily. “How did I get stuck with two big scaredy cats?”
Joan whimpered. “I want to go out now.”
The light moved ahead, and Sandra’s voice called from further down the tunnel, “The only way out is through!”
The inside of my nose burned, and I suddenly identified the smell. Hecate always smelled of sulfur. Panic gripped me. “We need to leave. Now.”
Excerpt :
The beam of the single flashlight didn’t cut very far into the darkness, and I paused for a moment to draw up a little Red magic. Even if Sandra said she didn’t believe there were any ghosts down here, I wasn’t so sure, and I didn’t want to be defenseless. My fingertips tingled as I followed the girls, and red sparks caressed my arms. I stayed a few steps behind them, hoping they wouldn’t notice.
Our footsteps echoed on the earthen floor of the passageway, and Joan crinkled her nose.
“It’s all wet! I bet we’re in the sewer.”
Sandra laughed, dropping her voice a bit. “These are the vaults, all right. Can’t you feel the ghosts?”
Despite her teasing, I felt something. But whatever presence was in the vault, it felt nothing like the dead in the realm of Hades. I shivered and glanced behind us at the receding doorway. The light from outside was almost gone, and the flashlight gave off an eerie, blue glow as we descended deeper into the vault.
“Why are we here again?” I called to Sandra.
“I told you! Ghosts!” She chuckled. “But really, this used to be a city, with shops and everything. I wanted to see it for myself.” She moved forward as she spoke, and Joan and I followed her, watching the thin beam of the flashlight bounce along the corridor. My skin prickled along my neck, and I struggled to ignore the strange sensation.
“But why isn’t it being used now?”
“I don’t know, but it hasn’t been used for centuries.”
The light flickered.
“Sandy, be careful!” Joan’s voice sounded tight.
Sandra laughed. “You girls are such drags. I thought you wanted an adventure.”
I caught a whiff of sulfur. “Something isn’t right.”
“Not you, too?” Sandra sighed heavily. “How did I get stuck with two big scaredy cats?”
Joan whimpered. “I want to go out now.”
The light moved ahead, and Sandra’s voice called from further down the tunnel, “The only way out is through!”
The inside of my nose burned, and I suddenly identified the smell. Hecate always smelled of sulfur. Panic gripped me. “We need to leave. Now.”
ABOUT JEN MCCONNEL:Jen McConnel first began writing poetry as a child. Since then, her words have appeared in a variety of magazines and journals, including Sagewoman, PanGaia, and The Storyteller (where she won the people’s choice 3rd place award for her poem, “Luna”). She is also a former reviewer for Voices of Youth Advocates (VOYA), and a proud member of SCBWI, NCWN, and SCWW. A Michigander by birth, she now lives and writes in the beautiful state of North Carolina. She's a graduate of Western Michigan University, and she also earned her MS in Library Science at Clarion University of Pennsylvania. When she isn't crafting worlds of fiction, she teaches writing composition at a community college. Once upon a time, she was a middle school teacher, a librarian, and a bookseller, but those are stories for another time. Follow Jen on Twitter @Jen_McConnel, and visit www.jenmcconnel.com to learn more
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