![]() “It’s happening.” His low voice carried a strange tone that sent a shudder down Ren’s spine. His gray hair was sticking up all over like a storm cloud. Just as she opened her bedroom door, her abuelo appeared in the hall. She threw off her blanket, swung her legs over the side of the bed, and tugged on her red cowboy boots. Not that she would know firsthand what that looked like, but she had, regrettably, watched too many zombie movies in her thirteen years. Her mind immediately conjured the image of a corpse trying to claw its way out of a wood coffin. Then came the scratching on the pitched roof. she thought just as another blinding white light flashed across the night sky. In that first moment of panic, Ren wondered if she could take the words back, unsay them. The melody was definitely coming from her father’s viola, the one that creaked when he played it. The music grew faster, louder, more urgent. They weren’t unusual in Galveston, Texas. Anyone paying half attention would have thought an electrical storm was approaching. Jagged stripes of lightning flashed outside. But that was impossible! He had died six years earlier and been buried with his beloved instrument. This wasn’t just any song-it was her dad’s favorite, and he had written it especially for her. Ren’s heart ballooned so big and so fast she thought it was entirely possible it might explode. But then, four minutes and fifteen sighs later, a familiar tune being played on viola rushed from the kitchen, down the hall, and under Ren’s closed bedroom door. Then, like the need for breath, Ren had a sudden urge to say the words out loud. Someday when you least expect it, the magic will call to you. She blinked over and over, thinking-hoping-she could pretend the iridescent glow wasn’t really there. Ren was just about to close the book when the last words on the last page started to glow a greenish gold. She didn’t want the story to end, but it was inevitable. There she was, all cuddled up on her bed with her weighted blanket, reading a book about Maya gods and magic and curses and some overly dramatic kid named Zane Obispo. Only that it was there, deep in her blood and bones, and maybe even deeper than that.īut to understand everything, it’s important to go all the way back to the sort of beginning. ![]() ![]() ![]() She didn’t know how her shadow magic worked, or even where it came from. Once upon a night, there was a girl who didn’t know who she really was. Cervantes is on sale now! Set in the world of her best-selling Storm Runner trilogy, the first part of this new duology is perfect for both new and returning fans.Īnd we’ve got an exclusive chapter excerpt right here: The Lords of Night: A Shadow Bruja Novel from author J.C. ![]()
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