Wednesday, October 18, 2017


A story that sparked over 100,000 visitors. The new young adult novel by Samantha C. Ross.

Trying to live an ordinary life, but the paranormal just keeps getting in the way? it is not twilight here on the island, but dusk. Prepare for a story of light and dark, and enter the world of three teenager supernatural sisters. Magic happens here. A spell, a curse, a love bewitched. On Americus, nothing is as it seems. Take the trip now...there are so many things in the shadows waiting for you...





Chapter One - Page4


“It’s because you’re a little standoffish.” Crystal was fond of saying. “A bit aloof. And maybe your kind of humor scares them away.”

She meant sarcastic. That much was true. Sarcasm was one of the few traits I shared with my sister Evangeline.

But I wasn’t aloof, or standoffish. I was something else. My aunt, who adored clichés, professed that ‘still waters run deep’ portrayed me perfectly.

I wished everyone were as kind. I would have liked to describe myself as subdued, quiet, or maybe even composed. But at best I was viewed as remote, and at worst, by some of my crueler class mates, vague.

Only a handful of people knew the real reason behind my preoccupation.

However, there was no denying an otherness about me. Nothing the eye could see, but rather, something people sensed after spending enough time in my company. Invisible differences. The real reason I’d yet to find any boy romantically relevant, and vice-versa.

As Crystal’s chatter bypassed my attention, I couldn’t help casting a sidelong, slightly envious glance her way. My friend was so striking, so down to earth, so normal.

She come from a happy family unit – unlike a lot of kids that attended our high school. She had a ready smile, a cheery disposition, and a flair for color. Sometimes, next to her I felt bland. I adored clothes like any other girl, but here and now, in my pale-pink hoodie, and white-blonde ponytail, I did the word plain justice. Even my sister Angel, who I spied across the yard, seemed so much more vivid than I did, though we were practically wearing the same outfit.

The lack of resemblance between us Emmerson sisters was a bewildering thing. We shared a tall height, a similar olive skin tone, and that’s where the likeness ended. Evangeline’s rich, dark beauty was the extreme opposite of my appearance. Likewise Angel, who had been born with a startling mane of red hair and emerald eyes. It was as though my sisters had took all the bright colors before I was born, leaving my features pastel and diluted.

Except for one bizarre little rumor. All three of us had the reputation of being the most unusually pretty girls in our school. I could understand why Evie and Angel had inherited the status, but as for me, and the alien I saw in the mirror each day… let’s just say that was peculiar as the rest of my strange life.

As if on cue, my older eldest sister came running though the school gates. Flushed and panting, she was still stunning. How could we three have shared the same parents, honestly? Evie, so smoldering, and Angel, so full of fire. Then me, vague and sarcastic. How lucky could one girl get? Not that my sisters – or Tookie – agreed. During our traditional squabbles, they saw me as a headstrong brat. When we were getting along, my sisters found me funny and calming. Unlike most siblings I knew of, we genuinely liked one another. And while mocking each other might have been our customary way, the bond we shared was fierce and loyal. Lucky enough to be born with some wit, I had my sister in gales on a daily basis. I also make Tookie roll her eyes most days too. ‘It’s not wit – it’s wiseass’ she claimed. Either way, my humor indicated I had at least one interesting personality trait.

Actually, I secretly owned a few more. But they were rarely discussed. And never in public.

“You’re not even listening to me!” Crystal whined.

True. I’d forgot she’d been talking. I’d been too busy fretting over what her new appreciation of the opposite species would mean for me. I was prone to a spot of fretting every now and then. Occasionally, I inflicted the kind of anxiety on myself that would make even Satan nervous.

“Chime!” Crystal complained. “Just because you’re not interested in guys, can’t you just try and show enthusiasm that I am?”

“You wouldn’t be if you knew what they were thinking,” I said before I could stop myself.

She stopped to stare at me archly. “And you do?”

I met her questioning eyes, doing my best to look innocently stupid. I rarely replied to those kind of queries. Better not to give away too much of what was already suspected of me. Instead I pointed at the school entrance, at exactly the same time as the bell rang. Just as I knew it would.



Class bored me. Especially Math and History, which began my morning. But no subject dulled my brain so much as English Lit – the last class before lunch.

With impending sophomore finals a few months away, we were studying – of all things – Romeo and Juliet. Sure that my lack of romantic experience was more tragic than their story, I couldn’t decide if I found the star-crossed lovers ironic, or annoying. Listening to Mrs. Jorgenson read the tale of woe aloud, I settled on annoying. Shakespeare’s doomed couple declared, pledged and vowed, and as they did, I fidgeted, squirmed and daydreamed, waiting for the lunch bell.

When it tolled, I was out of my seat, ignoring Mrs. Jorgenson’s irritation.

Crystal lounged near the outside cafeteria, chatting avidly with the third member of our trio, Ellie. Good. I hoped that meant she was all boy-talked out. I wasn’t sure I was ready for another commentary on Tyler.

“Hey, Emmerson!” I heard my name called as I neared my friends. Turning, I came face to face with my nemesis; Anthony Regan. For no good reason, Anthony had chosen to antagonise me in years ago, and hadn’t relented yet. Conceited from the privilege of wealth, attractive in a uniform way, he was the kind of jock that found amusement in taunting and cruelty – even better if he had a crowd present.

“Emmerson, I was just wondering if you get altitude sickness from that height?” he sniggered. Cue his friends sniggering too.

“And I was wondering if your brain is prosthetic?” I replied sweetly, throwing in a smirk for good measure as his friends cheered at my comeback.

Then everything changed.

My world shifted in perception. It had been happening to me my whole life, and it was happening again now.

Anthony yelled my name again, but this time with desperate warning. I didn’t need him to warn me of danger, the fact that my senses were rearranging told me that. I heard his words, Chime! Watch out! Muffled and faraway. I already, instinctively, knew which direction the threat came from. Turning to the baseball field, a ball was flying my way, hurling rapidly for my face. If it collided, it would shatter my nose, my bones, instantaneously.

Everything faded, Anthony’s frantic caution, Crystal and Ellie’s horrified stares. There was nothing but my unnatural focus. A vibration. And on impulse, from deep inside, I produced a light. A shimmering, silver-blue, protective shield, visible only to me. It rose like a wisp of solid cloud from the center of my chest. And as the danger raced toward me, I ordered my unseen power to swipe. It did. A conjured, defensive magic gripped the ball just inches from my face, where it changed course and curved toward the science lab – its frightening speed smashing straight through a window.I didn’t know I’d been holding my breath until I exhaled, along with the entire school.

Oh great. Oh, just wonderful. In front of the entire school. My sisters would never let me hear the end of this one. I quickstepped over to Crystal and Ellie, escaping the center of attention.

“So… what shall we do on the weekend?” I asked my flabbergasted friends.

They didn’t answer. The whole episode had only lasted ten seconds. But I had a feeling it might follow me round for a lifetime.


I was right, as I often am, about anticipating my sisters. They waited for me at the school gate, wearing matching glares of disapproval.

“Great trick sis,” Evangeline clapped, not in a very applauding way.

“What incredible talent,” Angel joined in. “For your next show, why not fly a broom to school?”

They were irked that my power had been manifested so openly, that I’d shown the whole school evidence of my strange gift.

Our family secrets varied greatly from others. So much so, I doubted anyone else on the planet shared skeletons like it. Evangeline, Angel and I had been born into a bloodline of witches. And though that might not be the rarest ancestry in the history of the world, our additional qualities may very well be.

Each of us had also inherited individual, paranormal ability. One of mine being the gift I’d used to stop the ball. Telekinesis – the power to move objects by will.

“What should I have done?” I answered tersely. “Just let the ball smash my face?”

“No.” Evangeline snapped. “But you could have stepped out of the way or something, like a normal person.”

You’re calling me abnormal? Ha! Do the words pot, kettle and black mean anything to you?”

Angel groaned, either because she was genuinely distressed, or because she was stepping in to stop Evangeline thinking up a really scathing, and possibly life-changing reply for me.

“I just wish you had handled it differently, Chime,” she sighed. “Everyone already thinks we’re weird enough – without you flaunting magic in front of the student body.”

Time to take a deep breath and go to a peaceful place. “Angel, I get the point, okay? I had no choice but to do exactly what I did. Now please shut up and let it go,” I pleasantly requested.

“Fine!” she huffed. “But next time leave your party tricks at home!”

Fine!” I mimicked. “So sorry that my act of self-preservation upset you.”

My middle sister threw me a moody look without bothering to reply.




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"Another of my strange characteristics was that I could - by all accounts - read human thoughts. But how did that explain my new, uncanny ability to know spells and curses that had yet been taught to me? Had I used my telepathic skill while still an infant, and drawn the magical knowledge from my mother's mind, before she was mysteriously taken from this world?" - Chime Emmerson


"A Manifesto, particularly one as timeless as ours, was the most powerful book a witch could own. It revealed spells and curses of such a dangerous nature, even the most experienced of witches were careful f its use. My stomach lurched, as I looked again at the place our mystical book should be. Our Manifesto was gone."









"But the thing that shredded my heart the most was finding, and then losing, the love of my life - despite the supernatural being he was. My friends, my family, they advised I was too young to know what real love was, and that time would heal me. They were wrong. Age was no barrier of my of my understanding of love. And no day would ever come that I would be free of him, in my mind, in my heart. I'd lost the one person who was understanding, admiring of what I was. I bit down on my lip, fighting to stop the agony cascading through, and I glanced one more time at the reflection of my solitary figure, rocking back and forth, cocooned in sorrow."


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