Bloodstone by H. R. Sinclair
BloodstoneLost Witch Book OneH. R. Sinclair
Genre: Urban FantasyPublisher: H. R. SinclairDate of Publication: September 22, 2024ISBN: 9798329367645ASIN B0CTHQJJTFNumber of pages: 290Word Count: 76k
Cover Artist: H. R. Sinclair
Tagline: Family secrets hold the key to buried magic. Her legacy awaits.
Book Description:
Katelyn Grey is a gardener in Southern California. She’s content with pruning shrubs and looking after her step-mom, the only family she has left. That is, until a lawyer shows up and tells her that her long-lost aunt died, leaving her the family home on the other side of the country.
Though Katelyn hates to travel, a weird clause in her aunt’s will forces her to visit a quaint New England seaside town. Her world changes when she discovers she’s inherited a haunted brownstone, fickle magic, and a hidden key that someone else wants. And they’re willing to kill for it.
Now, she must learn how to use magic, find the key, and figure out what it’s for before she ends up like her long-lost aunt. Dead.
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Excerpt:
Smallcolored flecks danced in the sunlight. They darted back and forth. They rushedme, encircling me, round and round, faster and faster, creating a whirlwind ofcolor that made me woozy. I began swaying before the flecks scattered. Theyswooped and gathered in front of me, coalescing into the shape of a small,translucent woman. She hovered several feet off the ground, sparkling likemulticolored glitter and moving like an ethereal ballerina.
Whenshe spoke, it echoed a thousand voices speaking in harmony. “Fáilte. Welcome.We are the Breena. You are of Andraste.”
“I’mKatie.” Wariness crept into my voice. The family books read Andraste. “Yeah, Ithink I’m Andraste.”
“Yes.You wear the Taith, a gift of the Breena.” She gestured to the traveling boots.“We are pleased to see them in this form. It has been long since the clanAndraste has visited. Tell us, what has become of sweet Clara and her quest?”
She—they—knewClara? “I’m sorry, she died.”
“Thatis unfortunate. We liked Clara. You are taking up the quest?”
Mystomach dropped. They may have said it as a question, but it sounded like astatement. “I ... I didn’t know my Aunt Clara, and I don’t know anything abouta quest. I’m not the right person to talk to.”
“Yes,she was given the quest. As she is no longer, the task falls to the next inline.”
“Isthis an optional type of quest?”
“Itis your charge.”
“Well,I’m not the next in line. That’s probably my uncle. I’ll put him in touch withyou.”
TheBreena moved closer to me. One of the little flecks zipped from one side of herface to the other. “You are next in line. You wear the blessing. You are ofAndraste, Keepers of Secrets, Guardians of Mamwlada. You are the Legacy.Protector of the Light. You will take up the quest. Find the Oubusch. Find theOthers before the gates open. Stop the disciples of Morus.”
“Findwhat now?”
“Findthe Oubusch. Find the Others before the gates open. Stop the disciples of Morusbefore they break the lock.” The Breena’s voice reverberated off my skin.
Iswallowed. “Who’s Morus? What gate? What others? What’s an Oubusch, and how doI find it?”
“TheOubusch will lead you to the Others. Find the Stone, find the Others.”
“Buthow?”
“Openthe box. Use the sundial.” The words rhythmic like a song. Her essenceoscillated, and her form began to melt away.
“Wait,what box?”
“Whatis there is here, what is here is not there. You must hurry, time is ending.”With that, the flecks disbursed, and she was gone.
“Wait, please, I don’t understand.” No oneanswered
About the Author: H. R. Sinclair is a left-handed hermit prepping for the squirrel apocalypse. She was born and raised in Southern California, but now lives and works in New England. She writes fantastical stories and visits cemeteries for inspiration.
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