Isla's Inheritance by Cassandra Page
Genre: Young adult urban fantasy
Publisher: Turquoise Morning Press
Release date: October 9, 2014
Synopsis:
Isla was content to let her father keep his secrets, but now she can't stand the touch of iron and her dreams are developing a life of their own. She must discover the truth - before it's too late.
Seventeen-year-old Isla Blackman only agrees to participate in a Halloween party séance because Dominic, an old crush, wants to. She is sure nothing will happen when they try to contact the spirit of her mother. But the séance receives a chilling reply.
SHE IS NOT DEAD.
Isla doesn't want to upset her father by prying into the family history he never discusses. When the mysterious and unearthly Jack offers to help her discover the truth, Isla must master her new abilities to protect her loved ones from enemies she never knew existed.
Excerpt:
"I'm not sure which is worse," I whispered to Hamish, stroking his fur, "believing I killed my mother, or believing she abandoned me…and Dad lied about it." Hamish didn't answer. He was already asleep. "Well, you're no use."
Against all odds, the steady rhythm of Hamish's breathing lulled me into a doze. It seemed like no time had passed when I awoke to a change in light: my father's large frame was in the doorway, blocking the light.
"Isla? Are you awake?" His voice was tentative.
"Yes." I sat up, rubbing my eyes. Hamish grumbled a protest.
"Can I turn the light on?"
"Sure."
I blinked and stared at my father. He looked dishevelled and his eyes were wide, like he'd seen a ghost. He was holding the gift bag he'd given me on my birthday. "You left this at the restaurant the other week, when you went out for dessert with that boy," he said, his voice strained.
As confused and resentful as I was feeling right now, I still loved him, and his appearance worried me. "Dad, what's wrong?"
"Nothing," he said. He was an even worse liar than Sarah. He came into the room and sat on the edge of the bed. "Here." He tried to hand me the bag. Vomit burned the back of my throat, and I flinched back.
He saw the flinch, and his face grew even more drawn. "Isla, take it." There was an urgency in his tone that I neither understood nor liked.
"No. Dad, what's going on? You're freaking me out."
He looked around the room. "Do you have any of my work in here?"
The question confused me. I felt my cheeks warm. "Um, I'm not sure." The answer was no. Pretty much every piece of ironwork he'd given me was in the shed. The rest I'd given away to friends.
"Here." He upended the gift bag. The heavy iron circlet tumbled into my lap.
My stomach twisted with nausea so severe I clenched my teeth, afraid I'd throw up. Where the iron touched my thighs through the denim of my jeans it felt ice-cold, and yet it burned at the same time. I gasped, shoving it away from me and onto the floor. It singed my hand.
"What the hell are you doing?" I jumped to my feet. Hamish leapt up too, yapping.
Dad said nothing but the look on his face was wild, despairing.
"You're crazy," I cried, fleeing the room.
"Isla, wait," Dad yelled after me. But I ran, snatching my bag from the hallway before rushing out the front door. I ignored the bite of tiny rocks on the soles of my feet. I had to get away from him, from everything.
About the Author:
Cassandra Page is a mother, author, editor and geek. She lives in Canberra, Australia's bush capital, with her son and two Cairn Terriers. She has a serious coffee addiction and a tattoo of a cat - which is ironic, as she's allergic to cats. When she's not reading or writing, she engages in geekery, from Doctor Who to AD&D. Because who said you need to grow up?
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