EXCERPT
Ian would be another complication. I’d know before
Connor pointed him out that we had AP lit together. I’d stood in the
registration line with him last week. He was blond, about my height, with a
long, strung-out build that told me he was growing upward faster than outward.
My younger brother was going through the same kind of growth thing. Ian’s eyes
were an unusual color. From across the room, they appeared to be light blue.
But up close, there were flecks of green, like the turquoise stone in a Navajo
bracelet my mother owned.
Judging
from the way he’d smiled at me, Ian remembered me from registration, too. And
it didn’t give me a warm fuzzy feeling.
“You
will all be expected to read material in class when called on,” Mrs. Waters
continued, “and you will be assigned two in-class presentations each quarter.”
More
bad news. In-class presentations didn’t fit with my plan to stay invisible.
Mrs. Waters picked up some Post-it notes from off her desk. “I have the names
of five poets in my hand,” she continued. “You will each pick a slip of paper
and partner with whoever gets the same poet as you.”
My
stomach churned as I took my paper and unfolded it. “Lord Byron” was spelled
out in dark print. Stomach problems stayed with me for the rest of class and
got worse when everyone started searching for their presentation partners
afterward. I overheard Connor’s exclamation of happiness when he found out he
had Keats, the same as Nate Hopkins. Whether Nate was as delighted as Connor, I
couldn’t tell. Ian’s cousin, Brandy, was standing close to Michael Larson,
their eyes locked on the Post-it note in her hand. Evidently they were
partners, too.
I
repacked my things, trying to figure out how I was going to handle the
situation. Nervous energy made me drop my class schedule, and it fluttered to
the floor. Annoyed, I bent to get it and then started walking without looking
up. It came as a complete surprise when I walked into a soft cotton shirt and
the surprisingly strong chest beneath it.
Finally,
physics class had taught me something I could reference. When two objects collide, the
lighter one gets knocked farthest off course. I was the lighter
object, and I felt myself careening off balance with no hope of correction.
My
last thoughts were that my head was in line to collide with the edgy of the
desk where Connor had been sitting, and that the chest responsible for the
imminent pain belonged to Ian Palmer.
REVIEW QUOTES
“Atlantis
serves as an exciting, fresh inspiration for this supernatural fantasy. On top
of that, the mechanics of the dewing’s powers are quite intriguing. In general,
the novel is tightly constructed, with each detail building to the novel’s
roaring climax. Alison is enjoyably relatable as a self-deprecating but
kindhearted heroine, and a romantic subplot dovetails nicely with the main
action without overwhelming the story.” -
Kirkus Review
“The
idea of the dewings is very interesting. The idea that people coming from
Atlantis have mental powers which elevate them above the normal humans is
fascinating and wonderful. This concept has a lot of power and I think this
novel makes an excellent use of it. Alison is a very strong character and her
power is very central to her character. She is talented and smart, and
refreshingly honest.” - Fresh Fiction
“ATLANTIS RISING was a surprisingly
enjoyable and fresh YA read! The characters were strong, complex, and well developed.
Alison and Ian have great chemistry and this is one of the few reads in the YA
genre where their relationship seems to take a natural progression.
Insta-attraction, but not roll-your-eyes insta-love. Well done. Gloria Craw
rocked the world building and pacing as well. Would love to read more of this
world and these characters. Definitely stands out from the crowd. Definitely
recommend!” - Royalsocialmedia
TEASERS
“And you?” Gideon turned her hand palm up and traced the blue vein in her wrist. Her blood throbbed with heat, as if answering the Call of his. “Are you hot-blooded?”
Leah
touched the cord he always wore around his neck and followed it down until his
shirt got in the way. Carefully, she undid the first button. For a second
Gideon stopped breathing. But then his hand seized hers and held her palm over his
heart. She could feel it beating—faster, stronger—for her.
"Don't
go."
"I
have to." A regretful sigh. "And it's best if you don't remember any
mermen." He tucked a strand of wet hair behind her ear. His voice stroked
her skin like velvet. "Forget me."
And she
did.
REVIEW QUOTES
“It’s a complicated and thoroughly compelling plot with
so many twists and turns, moments of true horror and utter heartbreak….. throw
in magic, body-swapping, witches, dragons, murder and mer-men then you have
quite a special tale indeed!” – Gizzimomo’s Reviews
“I found myself crying half way through[.]” – Anna, Enchanted by YA
“Gideon, oh my poor sweet tormented Gideon. This guy.
Comparatively speaking we don’t see him as much as Leah, Holly or Ryan, but
honestly he makes his moments count.” – Lexie, For the Sake of Reading
“Through Fire and Sea is a multidimensional thrill ride. Worlds
based on elements, traveling through mirrors, and meeting ‘otherselves’ through
the glass, Through Fire & Sea is a gripping epic that’s as refreshing as it
is inventive.” – Jordan, Young Adult Book Madness
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