Kidnapped by her lawless parents, Sophia resorts to thievery and arson to escape. Her survival depends on her mastering magic and the supernatural, and guarding her heart against Breaux, a voodoo queen’s grandson. When magic hurls the teens through time, Sophia’s friend Ainslie will risk her sanity to find them. Fate and ghosts await, and conjuring always exacts a price.
Targeted Age Group:: 13 and up
What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
Sometimes minor characters in a book series inspire you to explore their story more fully. Sophia was one of those characters. In Spell Fire, Book 3, The Teen Wytche Saga, the teen protagonist has a mental breakdown after her best friend, Sophia, vanishes. I had to follow up with a story told from Sophia’s point of view! The tale twists through time and has my most complicated villain yet. I’m passionate about helping foster teens, and my royalties from the Teen Wytche Saga support scholarships for teens aging out of foster care.
How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
Many factors contributed to the characters in Spell For Sophia. Sophia was inspired by a mystery from my childhood. I went to school with a girl who had a visible skin graft. She was raised by her grandmother, which was very unusual back then. I always wondered about her. Somehow she came back to me when I created Sophia.
The ever-morphing spell book in the Teen Wytche Saga turns voodoo in Spell For Sophia. I wanted the hero, Breaux, to be knowledgeable in voodoo, but not practice it. Partially setting Spell For Sophia in New Orleans enabled me to introduce a cool ghost and other paranormal characters.
A wave of magic circled outward from my left eye as though a seeing stone had been dropped into the Lake of Knowledge. Nausea roiled my stomach.
“Soph?” Breaux clutched my forearm.
I opened my eyes and the violet light extinguished. My palms rested on my thighs. At some point we must have dropped the bandana, because it lay at our feet like a fallen surrender flag, all color and blood magically bleached from it.
“You okay?” His words warped as if they had swum through deep water to reach me. He swept up the bandana and stuffed it into his pocket. As he shifted, his leg pressed against mine. My awareness telescoped to the thin layers of denim separating our skin. He clasped my hand between his and rubbed, flooding me with warmth, grounding me.
The eerie chirps, trills, and whistles resumed. The feeling of being watched crept into my consciousness and shuddered down my spine. Breaux must have felt it too. He released my hand, scooped up the nearest oar, and clutched it like a baseball bat.
“Um…Sophia?” Worry tinged Breaux’s voice as he rose to his feet.
I lifted my chin. The pain over my right eye resumed stabbing. I blinked several times to clear the wobbly vision in my left eye, and a fresh wave of nausea crashed over me. An elongated white light shimmered in my peripheral vision. Seizing the other oar, I stood and faced it. The white light glittered and assembled into a shaky form. “Mam’zelle?”
We lowered the oars to our waists. Though Mam’zelle’s features were no longer distinguishable, I recognized her essence. In my mind’s eye she shook her head and wagged her finger at me. Child, didn’t I teach you anyt’ing? What did you forget?
Panic seized me. “We forgot something. Something important.”
Breaux’s eyes rolled upward, then back to center. “We purposely skipped some steps because we didn’t have time—”
Mam’zelle vanished. My arms tingled. A luminous red mist gathered along the bayou’s edge. Corpses — men, women, and children — rose from the blood-colored vapors.
Breaux hefted the oar. “Do you see them?”
“The zombie army?” The boat rocked as we assumed a back-to-back stance and raised the oars to chest level. “Why are they here?” My voice shook.
Breaux shifted his stance. The boat groaned and creaked. “Maybe a portal opened—”
A gasp fled my throat. “I forgot to ask Papa Legba to close the gate!”
I dropped my oar and dove for my backpack. The zipper slipped from my sweaty grasp. I found it again and pinched the tab between my thumb and forefinger. Nylon teeth unthreaded with a ripping sound. I shoved my hand into the pack and dug through its contents. “Where’s the pencil?”
Breaux fingered the top of his ear and his oar clattered to the floor of the boat. Along the bayou banks, a contingent of undead rocked from side to side. Breaux reached into his front jeans pocket, withdrew the pencil stub, and thrust it into my hand. “Hurry.”
The lantern illuminated the edge of the seat bench. Between the migraine and the magic, I had difficulty focusing. Working half-blind in the meager light, I sketched a crossroad onto the wood.
“Will it work?” Breaux asked. “Using a different crossroad?”
“We’ll find out.”
Breaux swore under his breath and cast a nervous glance at the shore. His eyes widened and he retrieved his oar — sure signs the undead had grown in number or were on the move. Something tumbled down the slight incline and plopped into the shallow water.
“Any time now.” Breaux’s fingers twitched against the oar.
About the Author:
Ariella Moon is the author of the Teen Wytche Saga, a sweet Young Adult paranormal series. Ariella writes about magic, friendship, high school, secrets, and love in Spell Check, Spell Struck, Spell Fire, and Spell For Sophia from Astraea Press.
Ariella spent her childhood searching for a magical wardrobe that would transport her to Narnia. Extreme math anxiety, and taller students who mistook her for a leaning post, marred her youth. Despite these horrors, she graduated summa cum laude from the University of California at Davis. Ariella is a Reiki Master, author, and shaman. She lives a nearly normal life with her extraordinary daughter, two shamelessly spoiled dogs, and an enormous dragon.
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