Worlds collide for both young and mature readers, who will love the fast-paced thrills, chemistry between characters, and interplay of witchy fantasy, mythology, Celtic folklore, and reality in The Wise One—book one of The Scottish Scrolls series.
Mckenna's never thought much of her nightmares, but on her seventeenth birthday, a vivid dream of burning at the stake awakens her dormant abilities, thrusting her into a world where faeries are real, spirits hold a grudge, and a High Priestess obsessed with a 16th-century prophecy is tracking her every move.
Now, her overprotective dads, Seán and Andre, are forced to tell her the truth—they know who her birth mother is, and her life is not the surrogate story she's always been told. Abigail, Mckenna's mom, is some sort of mystic, and Mckenna a Wise One.
Whatever the hell that means.
With the help of a persistent little wren and company of a newfound friend, Mckenna journeys to Ireland in search of her mother and real answers. Along the way, she learns to harness her innate magic and trust her intuition, as best she can anyway—Cillian, a kind and passionate delegate who crosses her path, is proving much harder to read.
Only her mother could truly help her halt her ill fate and prepare her for what's to come . . . before she gives in to the darkness she knows is buried deep within.
Author K.T. Anglehart expertly weaves a story set in Ireland that is both timeless and unique, a perfect cross-market read for those searching for the next endearing urban fantasy classic.
"A heartwarming coming-of-age story with characters that resonate, rich European folklore, and enchanting details that tickle the senses long after the last page is read." —V. G. Anderson, author of The Light in the Sound
Excerpt from Chapter 11—The Three Legs of Man
The drive was spectacular. After the Burren, Cillian slowed down as they drove past views so majestic, for a moment she was convinced it was all a reverie. Even then, she wasn’t so sure she could dream up the panorama before her: A lake of mystic topaz stood silent and still beneath smooth mountains, gradient green as though stroked by a paint brush. Beckoned by a light wind, the water drifted ever gently, almost shily towards the bordering hills. Not a sound emanated from the elements. It was a space for thinkers and observers. No one else deserved to be in its presence.
“We’ve now entered Connemara,” Cillian said.
Mckenna sat speechless, and Nissa’s head was now completely out the back window.
“That was my reaction, too,” he said. “And you haven’t seen half of it. We’re not far from the Inagh Valley—it’s a gem here in Connemara. But we’re almost at the inn, so . . .”
“Detour!” Nissa shouted, crawling back into her seat.
Cillian looked sideways at Mckenna. “You okay with that, Mckenna?”
“I don’t mind taking the scenic route.”
They drove another little bit, passing more glorious green mounds and small lakes, or loughs. The Connemara landscape was ever changing. Every other minute was like entering a portal to another mystic land.
But none was quite like the Inagh Valley.
Besides English, Katrina speaks French, Italian, and Spanglish. When she's not writing, diving into magical reads, or Netflixing, she's travelling with her favourite human--her high-school-sweetheart-turned-husband, Andy--and obsessing over her pet bunny, Magic, and newly rescued pup, Nessie. Katrina currently lives in Toronto, Ontario.
Ends August 25, 2021
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