When eighteen-year-old honor student Lucy Owens discovers her family secret, she must leave the world she knows behind or suffer a fate worse than death.
Dubbed “that weird Owens girl” since grade school, Lucy struggles to find her place in the small, New England town she grew up in. She lives a quiet, sheltered life with her guardians, surrounded by the memories of her Owens ancestors. Lucy bears a striking resemblance to these women, down to the crescent moon shaped birthmark on the back of her neck.
Among her only visitors are two young men, Embry and Gabriel, who claim to be friends of the family. When prom night takes a sour turn, Lucy is forced to take shelter with them from a mysterious man hell-bent on acquiring her.
She also discovers that Embry and Gabriel are Gifteds, a subset of humans with supernatural abilities who don’t die until their job is done. In this case, they claim their job is to protect Lucy’s line. But as she gets to know them and her family’s history better, she wonders if their ultimate goal is to keep her safe, or to stop the man who’s after her?
Prophecy is a coming of age urban fantasy novel by Amanda Lynn Petrin. If you like strong heroines who keep fighting no matter how many times they’re knocked down, then you’ll love this paranormal adventure.
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Targeted Age Group:: 13-25
What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
I was inspired to write this book after reading the Twilight books, and watching the Vampire Diaries. I loved the worlds they built, but I wanted something different than vampires. So, I came up with the Gifted. They have supernatural abilities, but they also have a chance to become human at the end…I thought that was really cool, if I do say so myself 😉
How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
I draw a lot of inspiration from my life, books I read, and the movies/tv shows I see. Lucy has a lot of elements of me, but she also has a lot of hardships I've never faced, and a lot of cool skills I could only dream of having. As for the guys…they may or may not look like guys from school or acting class that I've had crushes on…
“They’re cute,” Danny Kinks commented, coming to stand beside me. He was a few years ahead of me and had quite the reputation. He brought our school to State every year he was on the team, but took his Junior year off. The official story was a torn ligament, but Tennison said something once that made me think it was an attitude problem that got him benched.
“They are,” I agreed, wondering who he came with.
“Danny,” he said with a smile, putting his hand on the wall behind me. Guys leaned onto lockers to talk to girls all the time on TV, but I didn’t like how he was towering over me.
“Lucy.” I gave him a polite smile and spotted his name tag. It made a lot less sense to have him chaperoning than Deanna, if you asked me.
“But now who are you going to dance with?” He came closer, so there was only an inch between us.
“I can wait my turn,” I assured him, slowly inching away.
“Doesn’t make sense, a pretty girl like you all alone on the sidelines. I’ll dance with you,” he said as though he was doing me a favor.
“I’m not much of a dancer,” I argued, trying to get by him.
“Of course you are.” He abruptly brought his other hand up to the wall, making me flinch. There was an arm on either side of me, the wall behind me and him in front of me. All I could smell was the whiskey and cigarettes from his breath. I scanned the room, but couldn’t see any teachers or other chaperones, and Keisha had her eyes closed while she leaned into Tennison.
“I really don’t feel like it, I…” I tried to stay polite and act normal, but he was making me incredibly uncomfortable.
“This might loosen you up,” he offered, pressing his flask to my mouth, but I managed to turn away. It had the same notes of whiskey as his breath, minus the cigarettes.
“I would really like to get back to my table,” I tried, but he leaned his forearms on the wall, bringing himself a lot closer.
“I’ll bring you back when I’m done with you.” He had the kind of smile that was reveling in my discomfort.
“Please let me go,” I asked as politely as I could, trying to sound confident and strong, but I was terrified, and he knew it.
“What will you give me if I do?” He took a swig of his flask. I took advantage of the space that created, moving before his drunken faculties could react.
“I need to use the ladies’ room,” I told him, sliding under his arm and rushing to the one place he couldn’t follow me into.
“I’ll be right here,” he called after me. I could hear the smile in his statement. He knew I was trying to escape and he wanted to let me know I wasn’t getting away that easily.
I had left my clutch on the table while I danced with Keisha, so I couldn’t call her. Once my heart slowed to a normal rhythm I remembered that she was dancing with Tennison, her fairytale prom moment, and I would kill anyone who took that away from her, even if it was me. I could borrow the phone of the next person who came in and call Sam or Deanna, who would be there within 15 minutes. I was fairly certain Danny chose me because I was alone and friendless, so even if Deanna was the one to get me from the washroom, he wouldn’t dare do anything. But that would mean bothering them, being the damsel in distress, and letting my entire graduating class watch me get escorted from prom by my guardians. That was not going to happen. Not tonight.
All I wanted to do was go home, change into my pajamas and curl up with a warm tea and a book on anatomy or systems. There was the possibility that Danny would get bored and leave, but I had no way of knowing without going back out. There was also a chance that the alcohol in his flask was strong enough to convince him to come into the washroom to get me. Which was not a chance I was willing to take.
I saw the window was open to let in a breeze and remembered how I used to sneak in and out of our kitchen window, so Mrs. Boyd wouldn’t know I was gone. At the time I thought I was so smart for tricking her. I never considered that sneaking out to play in the mud brought damning evidence of its own.
I sighed and looked at myself in the mirror before going back to the window. We were on the ground floor. It didn’t look like it would be difficult to take out the screen. The manor was only about an hour’s walk from the yacht club, meaning I would be home long before curfew, but close enough that they wouldn’t ask questions and be concerned.
“I’m really doing this,” I said out loud to myself, looking around to see if there was a better option, but the bathroom offered no solutions. I shook my head at myself before removing the bug screen and leaning it against the side of the window.
I did not feel like a princess as I bunched up the bottom of my dress and hoisted myself onto the ledge of the window. Luckily, it was big enough that I could turn to get my legs through, because I would have fallen on my butt otherwise.
Once I was out, with my heels sinking into the muddy ground, I reached in to get the screen and place it back. I couldn’t put it in properly, but at least it looked a lot less suspicious if Danny sent anyone in looking for me.
I was looking back at the yacht club to make sure I hadn’t been followed, that Danny Kinks was still in the hallway waiting for me, when I collided with something a lot softer than a tree, but much harder than the clear path I was traveling towards.
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