April 5, 2015
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Gods of Chaos (Red Magic #2) by Jen McConnel
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The gods of chaos cannot be trusted.
Since battling her best friend, Darlena’s grip on Red Magic has been shaky. She heads to Scotland after the Winter Solstice in search of another Red Witch.
On a sightseeing excursion with girls from her hostel, Darlena arrives at The Vaults, a mysterious underground city beneath Edinburgh. But there is something there that make Darlena’s instincts go haywire, as she lets loose a defensive burst of Red Magic, putting everyone around her in danger.
If there was ever a time when Darlena needed the help of another Red witch, it was now. But beware the witch who wields Red Magic.
Still clutching the knife and the mirror, I fell asleep. Almost immediately, I started to dream.
I was walking through a dark forest, approaching a woman who was standing in front of a bubbling cauldron.
Her back was to me, but she was draped in black and cobwebs, and panic filled me. I thought I knew exactly who she was; Hecate had found me! If she harmed me in the dream, would I ever wake up? I wanted to turn, to run, to stop walking, but my feet kept leading me toward her. I was trapped.
When she turned, I saw the brightest green eyes I’d ever seen. The woman’s face was lined with age, but she was still frighteningly beautiful. I just had time to register that this strange woman wasn’t Hecate before the dream shifted and the woman vanished.
Now I was standing next to a dirt mound as tall as my head. Stones circled the hill haphazardly, and two stones seemed to form an entrance. As I approached, I saw that there was an opening, leading into the dirt like a tunnel. I walked forward, curious, but just then the light in the dream shifted, illuminating the inside of the mound. Piles of human skulls and jumbled bones leered at me from the darkness, and I stumbled and fell over backward. As I fell, I thought I heard a deep voice.
“You shall not enter my domain alive. Go back; you are not of the dead. Yet.” The voice rasped and echoed around me, and I sat up with a jolt, smashing my skull against the ceiling for the second time that night. I rubbed my head and bit back a curse, glancing around the dark room.
Jen McConnel first began writing poetry as a child. Since then, her words have appeared in a variety of magazines and journals, including Sagewoman, PanGaia, and The Storyteller (where she won the people’s choice 3rd place award for her poem, “Luna”).
She is also a former reviewer for Voices of Youth Advocates (VOYA), and a proud member of SCBWI, NCWN, and SCWW.
A Michigander by birth, she now lives and writes in the beautiful state of North Carolina. She’s a graduate of Western Michigan University, and she also earned her MS in Library Science at Clarion University of Pennsylvania.
When she isn’t crafting worlds of fiction, she teaches writing composition at a community college. Once upon a time, she was a middle school teacher, a librarian, and a bookseller, but those are stories for another time.
Follow Jen on Twitter @Jen_McConnel, and visit www.jenmcconnel.com to learn more.
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