Amelia is truly not your average girl and neither is her story.
Abandoned by her mother at a young age and raised by an overly-protective grandmother, Matilda, Amelia is confined to the grounds of her childhood home, Stoney Manor. Amelia meets Matthew Fairchild, the new boy in town, and quickly becomes infatuated with him. Soon Amelia discovers things aren’t always what they seem in the little town of Cave Spring, Ga.
On her 16th birthday, life as she knows it changes. Her grandmother confesses to her that she and her family are witches and the Darkness is after her for her family’s power. Along with her friend, Luna, she embarks on a journey to discover who she really is.
Can she protect her family from the Darkness? Is maintaining her relationship with her new boyfriend Matthew even possible? Can she uncover her family’s secrets or will they remain in the dark forever?
Targeted Age Group:: 16-18
What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
I had a dream. A sixteen-year-old girl was sitting on a staircase writing in her journal. There was a big grandfather clock at the top of the staircase and a mirror right beside it. It struck the next hour and rang throughout the house. The girl was frightened and ran outside of the house to dance beneath the moon. When I woke up, I was inspired to write the first few sentences of my book. I had to finish the book because I wanted to know why she was so frightened of the clock and the mirror and what was her fascination with the moon.
How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
My main character Amelia was inspired by the girl in my dream, but she is also loosely based on my younger self. Her mother, Diana, is sort of like my adult self now. Luna has the personality of my grandmother, Mama Jo, who is no longer with us and favors my cat Tuesday. Grandmother Matilda is a mix between Mama Jo and my Grama. Matthew is the idea of the boy next door. I will keep to myself what motivated me to write my two villains. Gotta keep some secrets, right?
I sat alone on the staircase, writing in my diary, “I’m so tired of being alone. When will this nightmare end?” As the sun began to set, I knew I would once again be free of the monsters from the mirror and could dance under the light of the moon, which, if you knew me, was my favorite thing to do. I loved the moon because the moon didn’t judge me. It just shined down immersing me in its glow as if it was holding me, protecting me from those same monsters I feared so.
Three, two, one … dong, dong, dong rang the old, rusty grandfather clock that sat at the end of the hallway which lead to the staircase on which I sat. “Finally,” I whispered as I slowly raised myself up and brushed off the dust that had collected on my black, lacey skirt. I was never what you would call popular. I was always considered weird even as a child—my skirt was proof of that. Maybe that was why my mother abandoned me at Stoney Manor, home of my grandmother Matilda. Everyone claimed she was a witch, though I have never seen her do anything to make me believe such a fairy tale. Having no proof, I dismissed the thought from my head, never to think of it again.
Until one night, I couldn’t sleep and heard the creaking of the stairs. Tip-toeing out of my room, I found my grandmother staring at an old, cracked mirror. The mirror had to be at least a century old. What is so intriguing about it? I pondered. As I watched the mirror begin to shake and glow, it suddenly came to a stop. Grandmother Matilda put one finger to the glass causing the glass to ripple as if it was a pool of water. An image of a group of school children teasing a little dark-haired girl in the middle of the circle began to appear. I couldn’t tell who the little girl was, but in a weird way, I noticed she favored me. As the image began to blur, a hooded figure with eyes that glowed like embers appeared.
“Bring me, Amelia!”
“No,” spoke Grandmother Matilda in a bold voice.
Wait a minute. Did that thing say my name? Puzzled, I continued to quietly watch.
“You can’t hide her forever,” sneered the monster.
“She will only be here until she is ready,” countered Grandmother Matilda in a dignified manner without an ounce of fear showing.
“She will never be ready. I know this, for I am the voice of the bullies. I prey on the weak and different. How easy it is to get into the heads of the young and use them for my bidding. You will see. She will be like putty in my hand. I will break her like so many others, and your great warrior will be no more.” As the monster uttered the last words, a chill ran down my back as I began to come to the realization of all that had been spoken.
Grandmother Matilda only uttered, “You are wrong. She is stronger than you know. Why do you think her mother left her here?” And with a swift flip of her hand, she waived the hooded monster away.
For fear of being caught, I hurried back to my room, locked the door, and hid under the covers. Even as the words of the monster replayed over and over in my head like a broken record, sleep eventually found me.
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