Title: Into the Myth
Author: R.L. Weeks
Published: August 27th, 2015
Publisher: Crushing Hearts and Black Butterfly Publishing
Genre: YA Urban Fantasy
Recommended Age: 13+
“Your myth, my reality”
“Your myth, my reality”
College can’t come soon enough for Lily. That is until Kyle, the new transfer, shows an interest in her. Except, since he’s been in town, strange accidents have been happening. Accidents that Kyle seems to be insinuating are Lily’s fault.
When she learns the truth, she is thrown into a world she didn’t believe to be true, but she is in danger. There are many forces against her, ones she has to try and protect herself and her loved ones from. The problem is, the biggest threats could be concealed in the lies of the people she loves. She has to quickly decipher who she can trust and who’s against her, if not, she could lose a lot more than her life.
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About the Author
Rebecca is an author living in Exeter, UK. She grew up in Devon, surrounded by local folklore, which she incorporates into her writing. She doesn’t believe there are enough books for teens with strong female protagonists tackling real issues whilst incorporating the fantasy elements that offers teens the ‘escape from reality’. Her first book, a new adult dark fantasy was published in August 2015 by A-argus publishing. Into the Myth, a young adult urban fantasy, the first in a series of four, is set to release on the 27th August 2015 by CHBB publishing. As well as writing full-time, Rebecca works part time as a support worker. Editing others works, studying for her psychology diploma, blogging about various supernatural news and writing tips for other authors, are among the other things that Rebecca enjoys doing in her spare time. She hopes to write novels that inspire and help young people, in the same way, as she believes fantasy books helped her through tough times.
“So there is no actual proof. I mean, they say that’s what happens, but it could be a fairy tale to prevent people from doing those rituals. Her lover could have been miserable because she died and he loved her.” Everyone in the class is now staring at me, their mouths open a little. I raise an eyebrow to my perplexed professor. “Umm… I…” he splutters, looks at the picture of her then back to me. “You could be right.” He presses his lips together and manages to produce a half-smile. “But it would be unwise for someone to try and prove those theories wrong.” He pauses, everyone stares at him. I follow the bead of sweat trickling down the side of his head. “As there’s a good chance they could be right.”
“I would never attempt to do black magic. I was just making a point,” I lie. He nods and turns his attention back to the class. He recites a script written by one of her lovers. I sit at the desk, a little amused. Although I feel a little happier knowing it hasn’t actually been proven, his words still echo in my mind. They could be right, the theories. I spend the rest of the lesson admiring the picture of the woman who risked everything to bring back the one she loved. I wonder if there’s a way to find out if she really did damn herself to an eternity of pain in the underworld. I doubt it. I wonder how many sorcerers have tried and failed to find out.
“Produce a six-page essay on her years between twenty and twenty-five. Most of her spells were created within this time. Bonus points to anyone who can find out what ritual she created, that later affected the King of England, Henry the Eighth,” he hollers, bringing me out of my daydream.
What was that about Henry the Eighth? Never mind. The professor steps back and picks up several books, everyone gets up.
“That was awesome,” a guy says from behind me. I turn and look up at a tall muscular man with pale brown eyes.
I smile nervously and go to walk out the door. I spot Miles just in front of me.
“What’s your name?” The muscular guy interrupts me and Miles disappears out of view. I allow three girls to pass me, all of whom shoot Mr. Muscles a flirtatious smile. Then look at me with annoyance or envy, I can’t tell.
“Lily,” I say and look out the window. I can’t see Miles anywhere.
“Pretty name. I’m Sean, Sean Pelletier,” he says, extending his hand. I shake his hand and pull my fingers out of his tight grip.
“Nice to meet you. Wait, Pelletier, isn’t that?”
“Yes, my ancestors founded the society,” he says proudly. His surname is engraved on almost every wall in the building.
“So, how are you finding it here?” he asks. He glides his hand through his raven black, shoulder-length hair. I follow him out onto the courtyard and spot Miles on one of the benches.
“Things are going great.”
His face splits into a grin as he eyes up my bear necklace. “In good with some Berserkers?”
How does he know?
How does he know?
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