House of Chaos
Genre: YA Fantasy
Release Date: September 13th 2016
Summary from Goodreads:
Sixteen years ago, Tabri showed up in the mountains an orphaned child with the magic of the Chaotics running through her veins. She survived the bitter winter, the wrath of a yeti, and mutinied on the flying pirate ship Stallings, but then the Madnesi came.
Nell’s Furyon bloodline and elemental magic make her the perfect warrior. Perfect to revenge her sister’s death at the hand of a Madnesi Lord, to defend the Chaotic until her magic fully emerges and to defeat the masses of rotting undead who threaten the survival of the Wilders. If only there was more time in the day.
The Earth Stone has given the two companions a path to safety, but Tabri’s magic is on the fritz and Nell has completely lost her mind with grief. Can they hold it together long enough to allow Chaos to shine a light in the darkness, or will the Madnesi destroy all magic in the world along with the prophecy?
Excerpt
My magic was going wild inside my
chest. I had never felt it so intensely before. It surged from vein to vein,
taking over my muscles and thoughts. The burning that had accompanied me all
these years of searching, all these years of being on the run from those who
would do me harm was present. If only I could understand what it was trying to
tell me?
“You might as well knock, but I
doubt there will be anyone there to hear you in this kind of weather.”
Delah watched the stone walls that circled the monastery and kept it safe from
what haunted these mountains. She searched for any sign of life beyond, ever
vigilant to any danger.
I raised my hand to knock, but
found myself touching the wood instead. It was warm to the touch. A sense of
something familiar beyond that I couldn’t explain. It pulsed almost like a
beating heart in the palm of my hand. “There is magic in these walls.”
“What?” Delah came close and
whispered in my ear. “Are you sure this is safe? You haven’t sensed magic
before. Why now?”
My cheek pressed to the wood as I
tried to make out what was pulsing through its cords. It was old, but not
ancient. Warm but at the same time not. The only way to find out what was
surging through these walls was to connect with it. Weave my magic with it and
hope it gave me answers.
The warmth in my chest flowed down
my arm. It filled every inch of my fingers and left my body through my finger
tips. The magic on the other side was weak and old but it spoke to me. There was no danger
beyond these walls, at least not to me. “We shall be fine.”
I rapped on the wood several times
with my knuckles. It echoed through the mountain tops above and cascaded into
the valley below. Someone must have surly heard me beyond the walls.
With a creak, the gates slowly
opened. A sweet smell of flowers filled my nostrils and welcomed me inside the
monastery walls. It was an odd smell for winter that didn’t go unnoticed.
The courtyard had been cleared of
snow for the most part and flowers had been planted in long boxes spread
through out the space. They bloomed in all colors and shapes. Most I had never
seen before. It was much warmer here. I could feel the sun on my skin,
something I hadn’t felt in a long time.
It was simple and small, but the
edges of the wall were lined with braziers all lit and inviting. A man stood at
the entrance. He wore robes of dark red and his head was clean shaven and
tanned from many days in the sun. A monk. “Welcome to the monastery in the
mountains. We have been waiting for you, young magic wielder.”
About the AuthorSarai Henderson is a retired ballerina from
Oregon City, Oregon, where she spends most her time chasing down her three
rambunctious boys and writing on her lunch break at work. She enjoys DIY
projects, Photography and writing on her blog about life as a mother of an
autistic son. Find her online at www.exballerina.com or on Twitter
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