I am so excited to be participating in the cover reveal of Immagica by K.A. Last, we also have an excerpt!
Title: Immagica
Author: K. A. Last
Genre: YA Fantasy/Adventure
Expected Date of Publication: November
2013
Word Count: approximately 66,000
Immagica…
Where anything is possible, but not always controllable.
Enter at your own risk
The night before her
fifteenth birthday, Rosaline Clayton receives an amulet from her deranged
father. He tells her she must find the
book, and begs her to save him. Rosaline is used to her father not making
any sense, and she dismisses their conversation as another of his crazy rants.
Rosaline and her younger
brother, Elliot, find the old, leather-bound book tucked away in their Nana’s
attic, and it sucks them into its pages. They land in a magical world where
anything is possible, but when Rosaline and Elliot are separated, the only
thing Rosaline wants is to find her brother and go home.
The creatures of Immagica
have other ideas. Rosaline befriends a black unicorn, two fairies, and a girl
named Brynn, who are under threat from a menacing dragon. Rosaline discovers
she is bound to Immagica in ways she doesn’t understand, and the fate of this
magical world rests entirely on her shoulders.
Excerpt
The book flew open and a
gust of wind whipped my curls around my face. The pages riffled back and forth
before coming to a halt, open at the first page. This was getting a little
weird. I was about to slam the book shut when words began to appear of their
own volition, right before our eyes.
“Um, Elliot.
Can you see that? Or am I as crazy as Dad?”
“I can see it,”
he whispered.
Immagica,
the place where anything is possible, but not always controllable.
Enter
at your own risk.
“What a load of crap,” I
said, picking the book up. The new line of text flickered gold and pulsed, on
then off, then on again, like a flashing, neon sign. I gingerly picked up the
corner of the page and peeked under it to the next, but it was blank.
“How do we enter?” Elliot
asked, leaning into me and staring at the book.
"Why do you keep asking
me all these questions? You’re here, you know as much as I do.”
“You’re older, and always
acting so much smarter than me,” Elliot said. I poked my tongue out. “That’s
real mature.” He rolled his eyes.
“Oh, so you’re Mr Maturity
now you’re a teenager.”
“Sometimes I’m more
mature than you!”
While we argued, we were
oblivious to what was happening. The book riffled its pages again, and another
gust of wind hit our faces. Before we knew what was happening, the golden glow
exploded from the book and sucked us in. That’s the best way I can describe it.
One minute we were in my room, surrounded by my grandmother’s elegant interior
decorating, and the next we were enveloped with gold light.
At first I felt Elliot
beside me, but then he was gone. The light was warm, like
a soft, fuzzy blanket. Then the ground hit me in the face. It was hard and
rough. The force of my landing knocked the wind out of me, and I tumbled over
myself before coming to a halt on my back. Above me was an azure sky dotted
with fluffy, marshmallow clouds. I turned my head and spotted the book lying closed
on the ground a few metres away. I tried to move to retrieve it, but it took a
few moments before I could roll onto my side and get to my knees.
When I finally managed to
stand, I took in my surroundings with wide eyes. The sky may have been blue,
but the ground was dirty charcoal. Lumps of gravel mixed with sand and dead
grass. It stretched on, and on, nothing but barren wasteland no matter which
way I turned. The only break in the landscape was where the horizon met the
sky.
A lump of fear rose in my
throat. Where was Elliot?
I didn’t know where I
was, and I was completely alone.
K. A. Last was born in Subiaco, Western Australia, and moved to Sydney with her parents and older brother when she was eight. Artistic and creative by nature, she studied Graphic Design and graduated with an Advanced Diploma. After marrying her high school sweetheart, she concentrated on her career before settling into family life. Blessed with a vivid imagination, she began writing to let off creative steam, and fell in love with it. She now resides in a peaceful, leafy suburb north of Sydney with her husband, their two children and a rabbit named Twitch.
“Sing, and the darkness will find you.” This warning has haunted fifteen-year-old Lucy ever since she was eight and shipwrecked on a lonely island. Lucy’s guardian, Norrie, has lots of rules, but the most important is that Lucy must never sing. Not ever. Now it is 1667, Lucy is fifteen, and on All Hallows’ Eve, Lucy hears a tantalizing melody on the wind. She can’t help but sing—and she is swept into darkness. 
