Publication date: August 5th 2014
Genres: Paranormal, Young Adult
Sixteen-year-old Katherine Thompson wasn’t trained to rule a coven. That was her sister – perfect, beautiful Rose. But when a mysterious plane crash kills off the heir presumptive of the Sandersville coven she has no choice. After stepping in to fill her sister’s shoes, Katherine realizes she didn’t have a clue – faery wars, depressed trolls and angry unicorns are just the beginning.For centuries, her family has served the high Queens on both sides of the Atlantic but it is a well-known rule that mid-level witches stay away from high-level Queens. But when Katherine’s youngest cousin vanishes without a trace in the Atlanta court and no one wants to investigate, Katherine decides to step into the darkness on her own. She soon discovers that nothing, especially in the Atlanta High Queen’s court, is as it seems.
When she accidentally opens a rift in the search for her cousin, Richard LeCross, the Queen’s warlock, decides that Katherine is more trouble than she’s worth. He determines that this mortal, dangerously close to becoming a High Queen, needs to die. But killing Katherine is easier said than done. For a young woman who’s always believed in right versus wrong, she’s about to go head over heels into the dark side.
eyes, sniffed, and then turned to pick on another student, Katherine
drifted off. In a daydream, a memory, a premonition, or something that
was all of those things in one. She watched through the frosty window as
a maelstrom of black clouds, heavy lightning, and rain appeared in the
a moment she felt a sharp pain, the same kind she felt when her mother
had fractured her knee surveying corn last week. She’d known the moment
the Queen of Sandersville had fallen and had felt her mother’s pain from
miles away. She had asked Rose about it later. After chiding her about
releasing a powerful flare of magic in response and setting an acre of
forest on fire in the process, as if Katherine had had a choice, Rose
had explained that she’d also started to sense the pain of others late
in her fifteenth year.
But this ache was different. It was worse, and she had no idea what was
causing it. Then she felt her gifts rise. The dark gifts. The dangerous
part of her that was her witch’s gift. The part of every witch and
warlock’s magic that was innate to them, unique to them. That one
special gift that made every coven member different from the rest. That
couldn’t be duplicated with spells or trapped with magic. Rose’s was her
affinity to plants. Their mother’s was her command over earth. But
Katherine’s was unlike either of those. It wasn’t weird and unique, like
Thu Kim’s ability to awaken awareness in inanimate objects, or cool,
like Connor’s telepathy. No, hers was a call. A call that brought
destruction in its wake.With
a shock, Katherine snapped out of her vision. She could feel her power
building in a swirl of darkness in the pit of her stomach. Like a
twister, it was ready to emerge. Standing up in a hurry, she ran between
the desks in an effort to get out the door. To get somewhere quiet.
Somewhere safe where she wouldn’t hurt anybody.
She was holding on by a thread.
A thread that broke when Mrs. Peabody snapped, “Katherine Thompson, sit down!”