GENRE: YA Fantasy
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BLURB:
Now
that high school is over, Randi just wants to live her quiet life in her little
town, but it doesn’t feel right without her friends there. Ever the daredevils,
they’ve gone to seek adventure in the capital city of Grandin, and Randi can’t
help but feel left behind. Not to mention she definitely can’t stop thinking
about that kiss she and Eddy shared before he left.
When Randi discovers a
mysterious mark on her skin that matches an illustration in “A Handbook on
Paragonhood”, she’s thrown into a world of powerful gods and ancient magic that
she thought only existed in the myths. She’ll have to step out of her comfort
zone—and into the dangerous streets of Grandin—to find a way to protect herself
and the people she loves.
Randi’s not the only
one with a secret, though, and she finds herself questioning who she can trust.
Randi will have to wrestle with what it means to be a Paragon and how far she’s
willing to go to do what’s right.
With the fate of the
world on the line, can she live up to being one of the chosen?
Excerpt:
Granite floor, walls like black static, and out of the
moving darkness looms a door. I push its handle down, opening the door to a
huge space.
A man and a woman circle each other like raptors, each
brandishing a knife. The static-fuzz wall to my left is covered in weapon
racks—everything from maces to swords to guns—and stone braziers, while the
wall to my right is lined with punching bags and benches. A seemingly
spaced-out old man sits on one of the benches, and a middle-aged guy fiddles
with something on the furthest bench.
I don’t think I’m supposed to be here.
The middle-aged man lifts his head to watch the fight and
sees me. “New girl,” he tells the others.
Everyone stops. The other two men simply seem bewildered,
but the lady-predator with the knife might just kill me, judging from her
glare.
“Uh, sorry, I'll just go,” I stammer. I pivot on my heels,
but behind me, I only find blackness. No door.
My gut drops.
“Don’t be afraid,” the male fighter says. “We won’t hurt
you.”
I peek over my shoulder as he discards his weapon onto the
floor. That's not a hazard at all. “Where am I?” The words come out in a
squeak.
He scratches the side of his head. “It’s—well, it’s hard to
explain.”
“We call it the dreamscape,” the woman says. “We Paragons
come here to hone our skills. You being here means you found out.”
She must be referring to the mark and the myths. I found out
what I am, and now I show up here. Makes sense in a dream-logic sort of way.
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Shauna Alderson
began writing teen fantasy even before she was a teen. After she “grew
up", she completed creative writing courses (and a BA in Development
Studies) at the University of Calgary. When not reading or writing, she can
usually be found teaching ESL, composing on the piano, creating art, or volunteering
abroad. She also enjoys dessert, Studio Ghibli films, and being the silliest
person she knows.
Website:
https://shaunaalderson.com
Twitter:
@AldersonShauna
Amazon:
https://www.amazon.com/Paragon-Shauna-Alderson-ebook/dp/B0851YGGTW/
Barnes &
Noble: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/paragon-shauna-alderson/1136514085?ean=9781643901275
Chapters:
https://www.chapters.indigo.ca/en-ca/books/paragon/9990058018816-item.html
Kobo:
https://www.kobo.com/ca/en/ebook/paragon-8
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Thanks so much for hosting, Elisha! I'll be at work for much of the day, but I'll stop by again in the evening to answer any questions :)
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