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Title: Where The Moths Dance
Author: Kristah
Price
Genre: YA
Paranormal
Sixteen-year-old
Jessie Hale lives in the caretaker’s cottage at the bottom of Gum Tree Hill
Cemetery. She feels more comfortable surrounded by the dead than the living,
and the graveyard is her sanctuary, a place to escape from her troubled home
life and from her mother’s despicable boyfriend, Conrad.
Elliott
Rossi has found a way to come back from the dead. He needs to warn Jessie about
a demon who can also access the living world and has his new prey firmly in his
grasp.
When
Jessie learns who has become the demon’s latest victim, she must enlist the
help of her friends to battle the evil that has invaded her sanctuary, turning
her life upside down and threatening to destroy everything she cares about.
Then
there is the small matter of falling in love with a dead boy.
Author Bio
Kristah
Price has always loved books and dreamed of being a writer since she was a
teenager. After much dreaming, and writing in her spare time, she eventually
took a year off work to write a novel. Although that novel remains hidden away
in a box on the top shelf of a wardrobe, she went on to have
several novellas published in magazines in Scotland, and her first full-length novel,
Scrappy Cupcake Angels, was published
in 2012. Where the Moths Dance is her
first novel for young adults. When she is not reading or writing, she enjoys scrap-booking, quilting, mixed-media art, and organic gardening. She lives with her partner, Nick, and their
puppy, Finn, in the Art Deco city of Napier, New Zealand.
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Excerpt
“Wanna dance?” The boy
reached out a hand, running his fingers slowly down my cheek. His fingers were
cold and I recoiled from his touch, trying hard not to let the disgust I felt
show on my face. The last thing I wanted to do right now was upset him. Behind
me, Mitch slid his arm around my waist and pulled me against him. Then he
pressed his face against my hair and said, “I bet Goth girls like to party.”
His breath stank.
I decided then that I had one chance to get out of
this situation. If these boys thought that I was going to become a victim here,
tonight, then they were even more brain-addled than they looked. Lifting my
knee, I brought my boot down as hard as I could on top of Mitch’s foot, hoping
that the wedged heel would do justice to the seething anger I felt inside. As
he let out a series of expletives, I took advantage of his vulnerability and
rammed my elbow back against his ribs, then twisted my way out of his grip.
Finally free, I took off across the graveyard.
But I was unprepared for the quick reaction from
the third boy, who until now had remained silent, watching from the sidelines.
He quickly caught up to me, and in a drunken tackle, he had me face down on the
ground, his body heavy on top of mine.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he spat down at
me, as he straddled my back.
Choking back tears of disappointment, I turned my
head away from the ground just in time to see a strange ball of light travelling
at a rapid speed through the air towards me. As it approached, it seemed to
gain in brightness and in mass, until it was upon the boy, knocking him off me
with a force that almost took my breath away. I could only imagine what the boy
on top of me must have felt. I was shaking so badly, it was all I could do to
get to my feet. The boy, who moments ago had me pinned to the ground, now lay
spread-eagled on the earth, his arms raised defensively across his face.
“What the—” His eyes darted around him in dazed
confusion as the orb of light hovered a couple of feet away, pulsating
strangely.
Relieved to be free, but scared of what might
happen next, I backed away until I was far enough from the scene to observe
from a distance the next strange events that unfolded before my eyes.
