Title of Book: The Ghost Mirror
Genre: Fantasy, Young Adult
Author: Jamieson Wolf
Website: http://www.jamiesonwolf.com/
Publisher: E Treasures Publishing
Date of Release: May '07 (Ebook) July '07(Paperback)
ISBN: 0-9740537-7-5
BUY THE GHOST MIRROR HERE!
SUMMARY:
“You have more Power than you know how to use...”
With these words, Mave Mallory’s life changes forever.
After being neglected by her parents for most of her life, Mave goes to live with her eccentric grandmother: Mona Mallory. An inquisitive child with red hair and black eyes, Mave knows that her Grandmother is a Witch. Mave has always known that she is special too; she can talk to Ghosts.
In her Grandmother’s attic, Mave finds an old Mirror. It’s large and had a gold rim around it. Mave tells her Grandmother about the mirror. Mona, frightened, warns Mave three times: “Please, promise me Mave, do not touch that mirror.” But one night, Mave must break her promise.
It is the whispering that wakes her. Mave wakes to find a blue mist has enveloped the house. The mist is coming from the mirror. Mave watches in terror as one of the Ghosts she has befriended, a girl no older than her, is pulled into the mirror by white, bony hands. Mave steps through the mirror to save her, only to find herself in a place she knows, but doesn’t.
She finds herself in a world where magic is known. Where Magic is shared on the streets. Children practice spells on the street corners and you can buy spells at a corner store. There are cobble stone streets of an older time, though the villagers live in fear. During the day they hide from The Shadows. And during the night it there is strange music, it’s sound humming through the air around her.
People in the town fear her, for she is a child with the black eyes of a Witch
Unknown to Mave, something hunts her. Older than time, Mr. Lavender knows that Mave has arrived. She is the brightest soul that he has felt in one thousand years and the magic pulsing underneath her skin calls to him. He knows that the Last Witch has come, and that he must taste it.
Now Mave must fight for her life on an unknown terrain using Magic she doesn’t understand. Coming to her aid are a few trinkets. One of them a gold locket with a hole through the middle. It shows her what is underneath the magic. What a thing really is.
What she sees through the locket frightens her. Befriended by Euwan Opal, one of the town’s children, she sees that he is not living at all, just a mass of bones, a walking skeleton. Mave fears that Euwan has a dark secret that he is not sharing, despite his coming to her aid. She wonders what that dark secret is.
Mr. Lavender is a hoarder and eater of souls. Nestled inside the Ghost Mirror, a young girl named Cleo and her new companion Amanda watch as a sinister plot unfolds. A Crow is made to find Mave. Cleo and Amanda know that Mave is their only hope to free them from the Ghost Mirror. They hope that the Crow never finds her. But in the end, it is a friend that betrays her.
When Mave is finally put face to face with Mr. Lavender, Mave must lean to use her magic to fight something darker than fear itself. She must learn to reach into her soul, if she has any hope of freeing the souls trapped in the Silver Glass.
And herself.
Excerpt
In the Beginning…
Mr. Lavender looked down at the body that rested at his feet with some trepidation.
The body was that of a young boy, no more than twelve years old. There was a small wound at the back of his head that, even now, oozed blood onto the white tiled floor underneath him. They boy was clothed in shorts and a t-shirt that had been ripped to shreds.
Mr. Lavender made a tut-tut sound and moved around, so he could see the body from another angle. It always helped to get a different perspective on things. He spared a momentary glance at his companion who was standing by the doorway.
The room around them was white, almost blinding. Its cleanliness was in sharp contrast to the rest of the house. All the other rooms were filled with cobwebs and shadow, inches of dust on table tops. Only the bathroom was sparkly white.
Mr. Lavender shuddered slightly at the cleanliness of the bathroom. He preferred the grimier rooms; the ones filled with stacks of old books and papers that littered the floor. He could spend days poring over the papers; stacks of obituaries, old newspapers that detailed events past. Old things were filled with mystery. With magic.
“You found him like this?” Mr. Lavender asked his companion.
The companion, a thin man with dark, greasy hair and a pale face, nodded. “He was here this morning.” The man’s voice was gruff compared to Mr. Lavender’s soft toned voice. “I didn’t touch anything.” The companion was so pale that it looked as if he were going to fade into the whiteness of the walls.
“As well you shouldn’t.” Mr. Lavender said. He moved around the boy again so that he could see the boys’ eyes. They were still open. “Tut, tut.” He whispered. “What are we going to do with you, my little popinjay?” He regarded the boy almost sadly, though his mouth did curve into a small smile. “Well, needs must.” He said simply.
He crouched down closer to the boy. Carefully, he laid the boys’ body on its back, so that his eyes stared skyward. Mr. Lavender opened the boys’ mouth slightly, as if the boy were forming a sound of surprise.
Gently he prodded the boys’ chest with the tips of his fingers. “I am made from more than blood,” Mr. Lavender whispered. “I am filled with spirit strong.”
In response to his words, the air around them became thick, as if time stood still. He watched as whiteness, a soft mist, started to crawl out of the boys’ mouth.
“I am made from more than flesh,” Mr. Lavender continued. “I am filled with bloods pure song.”
The rest of the incantation made the air thicker still. The companion watched as the mist leaving the boys quickened and started to take shape. He watched as Mr. Lavender bend close to the boy and breathed in through his mouth. The mist, slowly at first as if resisting, started to flow into Mr. Lavender’s open mouth.
When the mist was no more, and Mr. Lavender had closed his mouth, the air around them became whole once more.
WATCH THE TRAILER!
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Genre: Fantasy, Young Adult
Author: Jamieson Wolf
Website: http://www.jamiesonwolf.com/
Publisher: E Treasures Publishing
Date of Release: May '07 (Ebook) July '07(Paperback)
ISBN: 0-9740537-7-5
BUY THE GHOST MIRROR HERE!
SUMMARY:
“You have more Power than you know how to use...”
With these words, Mave Mallory’s life changes forever.
After being neglected by her parents for most of her life, Mave goes to live with her eccentric grandmother: Mona Mallory. An inquisitive child with red hair and black eyes, Mave knows that her Grandmother is a Witch. Mave has always known that she is special too; she can talk to Ghosts.
In her Grandmother’s attic, Mave finds an old Mirror. It’s large and had a gold rim around it. Mave tells her Grandmother about the mirror. Mona, frightened, warns Mave three times: “Please, promise me Mave, do not touch that mirror.” But one night, Mave must break her promise.
It is the whispering that wakes her. Mave wakes to find a blue mist has enveloped the house. The mist is coming from the mirror. Mave watches in terror as one of the Ghosts she has befriended, a girl no older than her, is pulled into the mirror by white, bony hands. Mave steps through the mirror to save her, only to find herself in a place she knows, but doesn’t.
She finds herself in a world where magic is known. Where Magic is shared on the streets. Children practice spells on the street corners and you can buy spells at a corner store. There are cobble stone streets of an older time, though the villagers live in fear. During the day they hide from The Shadows. And during the night it there is strange music, it’s sound humming through the air around her.
People in the town fear her, for she is a child with the black eyes of a Witch
Unknown to Mave, something hunts her. Older than time, Mr. Lavender knows that Mave has arrived. She is the brightest soul that he has felt in one thousand years and the magic pulsing underneath her skin calls to him. He knows that the Last Witch has come, and that he must taste it.
Now Mave must fight for her life on an unknown terrain using Magic she doesn’t understand. Coming to her aid are a few trinkets. One of them a gold locket with a hole through the middle. It shows her what is underneath the magic. What a thing really is.
What she sees through the locket frightens her. Befriended by Euwan Opal, one of the town’s children, she sees that he is not living at all, just a mass of bones, a walking skeleton. Mave fears that Euwan has a dark secret that he is not sharing, despite his coming to her aid. She wonders what that dark secret is.
Mr. Lavender is a hoarder and eater of souls. Nestled inside the Ghost Mirror, a young girl named Cleo and her new companion Amanda watch as a sinister plot unfolds. A Crow is made to find Mave. Cleo and Amanda know that Mave is their only hope to free them from the Ghost Mirror. They hope that the Crow never finds her. But in the end, it is a friend that betrays her.
When Mave is finally put face to face with Mr. Lavender, Mave must lean to use her magic to fight something darker than fear itself. She must learn to reach into her soul, if she has any hope of freeing the souls trapped in the Silver Glass.
And herself.
Excerpt
In the Beginning…
Mr. Lavender looked down at the body that rested at his feet with some trepidation.
The body was that of a young boy, no more than twelve years old. There was a small wound at the back of his head that, even now, oozed blood onto the white tiled floor underneath him. They boy was clothed in shorts and a t-shirt that had been ripped to shreds.
Mr. Lavender made a tut-tut sound and moved around, so he could see the body from another angle. It always helped to get a different perspective on things. He spared a momentary glance at his companion who was standing by the doorway.
The room around them was white, almost blinding. Its cleanliness was in sharp contrast to the rest of the house. All the other rooms were filled with cobwebs and shadow, inches of dust on table tops. Only the bathroom was sparkly white.
Mr. Lavender shuddered slightly at the cleanliness of the bathroom. He preferred the grimier rooms; the ones filled with stacks of old books and papers that littered the floor. He could spend days poring over the papers; stacks of obituaries, old newspapers that detailed events past. Old things were filled with mystery. With magic.
“You found him like this?” Mr. Lavender asked his companion.
The companion, a thin man with dark, greasy hair and a pale face, nodded. “He was here this morning.” The man’s voice was gruff compared to Mr. Lavender’s soft toned voice. “I didn’t touch anything.” The companion was so pale that it looked as if he were going to fade into the whiteness of the walls.
“As well you shouldn’t.” Mr. Lavender said. He moved around the boy again so that he could see the boys’ eyes. They were still open. “Tut, tut.” He whispered. “What are we going to do with you, my little popinjay?” He regarded the boy almost sadly, though his mouth did curve into a small smile. “Well, needs must.” He said simply.
He crouched down closer to the boy. Carefully, he laid the boys’ body on its back, so that his eyes stared skyward. Mr. Lavender opened the boys’ mouth slightly, as if the boy were forming a sound of surprise.
Gently he prodded the boys’ chest with the tips of his fingers. “I am made from more than blood,” Mr. Lavender whispered. “I am filled with spirit strong.”
In response to his words, the air around them became thick, as if time stood still. He watched as whiteness, a soft mist, started to crawl out of the boys’ mouth.
“I am made from more than flesh,” Mr. Lavender continued. “I am filled with bloods pure song.”
The rest of the incantation made the air thicker still. The companion watched as the mist leaving the boys quickened and started to take shape. He watched as Mr. Lavender bend close to the boy and breathed in through his mouth. The mist, slowly at first as if resisting, started to flow into Mr. Lavender’s open mouth.
When the mist was no more, and Mr. Lavender had closed his mouth, the air around them became whole once more.
WATCH THE TRAILER!
Tags: book promotion, book publicity, author interviews, blogging authors, guest blog, guest bloggers, book blog, virtual book tour, online book promotion, Jamieson Wolf
2 comments:
Ooooh...
Who made that snazzy dazzy trailer?
:)
Good to see you touring, my villain. Now, let me secure a promise from you: we'll NOT see Mr. Lavender out touring about. Evil man...evil man...
Sandy L.
"Some days, I just want the dragon to win."
Don't worry! Mave snuck out to do the interview, but I have Mr. Lavender on a tight leash. He won't be touring, no worries there! LOL
And who made the snazzy trailer? Me, it was me! LOL
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