Amy Bartol is finally getting a book deal with 47North. You will be able to get a had copy of Under Different Stars and the entire Kricket Series, which will be a Book Series of Three. The next book is entitled Sea of Stars.
We are so excited with this news. Check with us later for the availability when it is published. YAY!!!!
Readers have been waiting for the release of Iniquity's release for awhile, some more patiently than others. Amy has taken to twitter to respond to some anxious readers on the delayed release of her possible final book of the Premonition Series. She has graciously let us have another tidbit from the series involving Reed and Russell. Amy wants to bring us the best book to us as possible so we all need to be patient. Here is a little teaser from her website. You can check out her explanation
The doors of the library swing open behind me. “Aww, whah’s dis?” Brennus’
smooth voice asks. “’Tis aingeals, Finn.”
“’Tis.” Finn’s voice agrees.
“Uckkk,” Brennus makes a rude sound, “and da other.”
“Why are ye lettin’ dem have da pretty dark-winged aingeal, da other?”
he asks me conversationally, as he walks into my line of sight. He looks at the
Power angel holdin’ me hostage by my throat. His eyes shift to Djet and Anya.
“Hallo, pretty aingeal,” he says to Anya, “I’ve missed ye.” Her eyes widen as
her hands grip Djet’s arm that holds the sharp dagger just below her chin.
“What are you doin’ here?” I growl at
He moves in front of me and bends down to my eye level,
studyin’ me. It’s shockin’ to see his black, velvet wings beyond the unbuttoned
collar of his stark-white dress shirt. They're almost like an elegant accessory
to complete his ensemble of dark, tailored dress pants and expensive shoes. His
meticulously well-kept black hair doesn’t even move as he leans near me. Faerie
writin’ scrawls in intricate tattoos over Brennus’ neck. Behind his ear, there's
somethin’ I’ve never noticed before; it’s another small, glowin’ tattoo on his
not so pale flesh—one that looks like the battleaxe I’d found in the armory back
at his castle.
“I came here ta retrieve da portrait of me queen dat da
Reapers stole from me castle,” he nods toward his brother Finn on the other side
of me. Finn demonstratively holds aloft a rolled up canvas; his iridescent green
eyes twinkle like this is all very amusin’. “Nasty wee craiturs, dose Reaper
aingeals—tink dey can reap everyting, but dat portrait is moin—given ta me in
trade by a Fallen one.”
who are ya tryin’ to kid? You killed Freddie and kept it.”
“I did na say ’twas a good trade for him.”
“You must be Brennus,” Djet says behind
him. Brennus’ eyes narrow as he straightens to face Djet.
must,” Brennus says pleasantly enough, but his anger is recognizable to me. “And
ye must be Emil.” Fallen angels move in closer, surroundin’ Djet protectively,
while their eyes focus on the back of the room by the doors. Behind me I hear
click, click, click, click, click, click...hundreds of Gancanagh fangs
engagin’ at once.
“How do you know that name?” he asks Brennus.
Emil. Yer last lifetime was in Lille, France, was it na? About a century ago,”
he states, exudin’ confidence. “And, like a coward, ye enjoyed frightenin’ wee
Judgin' by the look on Djet’s face, I should start
referrin’ to him as Emil.
Genre: YA Dystopia
All she wants is a home, but can she find one...UNDER DIFFERENT STARS
Kricket Hollowell is normally not one to wish upon stars; she believes they’re rarely in her favor. Well versed at dodging caseworkers from Chicago’s foster care system, the past few years on her own have made Kricket an expert at the art of survival and blending in. With her 18th birthday fast approaching, she dreams of the day when she can stop running and find what her heart needs most: a home.
Trey Allairis hates Earth and doubts that anyone from his world can thrive here. What he’s learning of Kricket and her existence away from her true home only confirms his theory. But, when he and Kricket lie together under the stars of Ethar, counting them all may be easier than letting her go.
Kyon Ensin’s secrets number the stars; he knows more about Kricket's gifts than anyone and plans to possess her because of them. He also knows she’s more valuable than any fire in the night sky. He’ll move the heavens and align them all in order to make her his own.
When everything in their world can be broken, will Kricket rely upon love to save her under different stars?
Water swirls around me as I open my eyes. I shiver, realizing I’m in Trey’s arms. He’s standing chest deep in crystal blue water with Wayra pacing on the bank only steps away. Clutching Trey closer to me, my cheek remains on his shoulder. Watching a bead of water slip down his powerful neck, I hear Jax say, “She’s waking up.”
Trey, cupping his hand in the water, pours some of it over my hair. It drips down the sides of my face, cooling me. “Let’s get her out. I’ll get the visor and we can check her vitals.”
As Trey wades out of the pond with me in his arms, I try to lift my head from his shoulder. It makes me dizzy so I lay it back. It’s then I notice that I’m only in my bra and underwear. A blush creeps into my cheeks as I hug Trey tighter to me. Wayra meets us on the bank, draping a blanket over us. Trey sits down with me on his lap. He leans against a tree trunk holding me securely to his chest. Peeking at his face, he seems angry as he smoothes my hair back from my face.
Hurrying over with the visor that looks like grandma goggles, Trey sets them on my eyes. Everything is green as I gaze around at the water in front of us. Flashing green lights and readouts occupy the peripherals of the glasses, but the information is running faster than I can possibly read it.
“Ho!” Jax exclaims next to me.
Immediately, Trey’s arms tighten on me as he barks out, “What? How bad is it?”
“Naw, it’s not bad…it’s just…Kricket…” Jax breathes, like he’s in awe. “Look at this brain activity…it’s massive.”
“What do you mean?” Trey asks with relief in his tone.
Jax grins. “She’s lighting everything up. Look at her frontal lobe…it’s off the charts.”
“What does that mean? Is she healthy?” Trey growls.
Jax nods enthusiastically. “She’s healthy! We didn’t fry her with heat stroke, that’s for sure. Or, if we did, she’s got more brain activity than anyone I’ve ever seen to compensate for it,” he replies, sounding seriously geeked about it.
“Those things aren’t broken, are they?” Trey asks speculatively.
“No…here.” Jax pulls them off my face. “Wayra, come here.”
Wayra walks over and Jax puts the glasses on his eyes. “See! He’s normal, well, normal for him. See how it doesn’t light up in these areas?” he points out to Trey.
“Now watch this,” he says, taking the glasses off of Wayra, he places them back on my face. “See? It’s like Christmas in Chicago with all those lights,” Jax says proudly.
“So that means she’s smart?”
Jax beams. “Yeah, she’s smart! She’s brilliant! There’s no telling what she can do.”
“If she’s so smart, why did she run until she almost popped? Why didn’t she just tell us she needed to rest?” Wayra asks derisively.
“Personality flaw,” Trey replies. “She’s going to show us that she’s not weak.”
“She’s sitting right here,” I murmur, pulling the glasses off my face and handing them to Jax.
Kricket Hollowel has been in foster care for most of her life and can't wait until she is considered an adult and will be able to make a life of her own. She has always dreamed of having a real "Home". Things weren't going to go as planned, when she meets up with some well dressed strangers on her way home. She will be led to another world on the verge of war, that will forever change her life and the "home" she thought she would have. Kricket with her striking blonde hair and violet eyes is such a strong woman figure in Amy's Under Different Stars. I just adored her, strength in this book. She's always guessed she is not exactly human, she always knew she was different. "You're a little rebel and you're definitely Etharian--I'll prove it. Holding my braid in his hand, he slashes the sharp edge over my hair, severing it. Immediately, the hair in his hand turns black and becomes dust while the stub of hair that's still attached to my head begins to lengthen and grow until it's the exact same length it was before. I'm not shocked. It has been doing that since before I can remember." She also has a unique gift that will make her desired among many, who are eager for power.
The reader is thrust into a beautiful different world in this Dystopia Novel. Amy does a great job taking us to this new world. This world is filled with Jurassic Park splendor and Kingdoms she never dreamed of that are other worldly. The new world takes you back to the Golden Age of Kings and Queens but with a futuristic twist.