It's a pleasure to host a Release Day Blitz for fellow Entranced Publishing author and friend, Louise D. Gornall. It's a #gargoyleinvasion with In Stone.
Title: In Stone
Author: Louise D. Gornall
Publisher and Imprint: Entranced
Publishing, Blush
Genre: YA paranormal romance
Release Date: July 1
Length: 120 pages
Blurb:
Beau Bailey
is suffering from a post-break-up meltdown when she happens across a knife in
her local park and takes it home. Less than a week later, the new boy in school
has her trapped in an alley; he’s sprouted horns and is going to kill Beau
unless she hands over the knife.
Until Eighteenth-century gargoyle, Jack, shows up to save her.
Jack has woken from a century-long slumber to tell Beau that she’s unwittingly been drafted into a power struggle between two immortal races: Demons and Gargoyles. The knife is the only one in existence capable of killing immortals and they’ll tear the world apart to get it back. To draw the warring immortals away from her home, Beau goes with Jack in search of the mind-bending realm known as the Underworld, a place where they’ll hopefully be able to destroy the knife and prevent all hell from breaking loose. That is, provided they can outrun the demons chasing them
Until Eighteenth-century gargoyle, Jack, shows up to save her.
Jack has woken from a century-long slumber to tell Beau that she’s unwittingly been drafted into a power struggle between two immortal races: Demons and Gargoyles. The knife is the only one in existence capable of killing immortals and they’ll tear the world apart to get it back. To draw the warring immortals away from her home, Beau goes with Jack in search of the mind-bending realm known as the Underworld, a place where they’ll hopefully be able to destroy the knife and prevent all hell from breaking loose. That is, provided they can outrun the demons chasing them
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As a general rule, nobody walks the Switch on
account of the overgrown nettle bushes, a pungent aroma of foot infection, and
a collective fear of encountering something feral. However, the Switch shaves
at least ten minutes off my journey, and lately I don’t trust the dark. I blame
my encounter with the almost-corpse, two nights ago. Before then the dark was
just a natural progression; something to be slept in, a different color in the
sky. Now, shadows make me jump, and the dark carries a silence that makes me
think of funerals. It breathes life into creatures that had always been safely
contained behind a TV screen. I make my way down the Switch, striding over
vicious flora and trying to ignore the occasional nip that sinks straight
through my jeans.
“Hey,
Beau!” A voice from behind startles me. When I turn, Gray is jogging in my
direction, thwarting thorn bushes with his bare hands. “I was looking for you.”
The
hairs on the back of my neck bristle. My hand is in my pocket, and my fingers
are wrapped around a slender cylinder of pepper spray as he reaches me.
“Well
you found me. What’s up?”
“There’s
something I need to ask you,” he says sheepishly. He hammers his toe against
the ground, grinding it nervously into the dirt and crushing several stems of
dandelion into gold dust. He giggles; it’s a soft, sweet sound that suffocates
my hostility. He reminds me of Mark moments before he’d asked me out on our
first date. Maybe this guy could be the one to liberate me from my social
network sabbatical. Maybe my slightly-too-heavy eyeliner and my reputation as
the mortician’s daughter hasn’t freaked him out.
“Really?”
Surprise raises my pitch. “What’s that?” The pepper spray is abandoned in my
pocket.
“Where’s
the knife?” he replies, snatching my throat and slamming my back up against the
concrete wall. It’s so forceful, so hard, that my spine ripples. Red flashes
across my vision. The muscles in my neck go slack, and my head flops forward.
He stabs his thumb up under my chin, forcing me to look him in the eye. His
eyes are like the moon; cold, giant circles of icy-silver. But a change in his
eye color is nothing in comparison to the change happening on either side of
his head. I don’t understand it. It makes me wonder, briefly, if what I’m
seeing is a side effect of the migraine pills Leah slipped me at lunch. Gray is
growing horns. Giant grey horns that slide out of the side of his skull and
then curl like springs around his ears. They’re animal.
Review
Snippets:
“Straight away I was drawn in by the story and Louise's fantastic
writing style, and I really struggled to put it down.”
“If a story can have me so
invested that it brings out those kind of emotions in me - whether happy or sad
- then I know I've found another to add to my favourites, and In Stone was one
of those books.”
About the Author:
Louise is a graduate of Garstang
Community Academy. She is currently studying for a BA (Hons) in English
language and literature with special emphasis on creative writing. YA
aficionado. Brit bird. Film nerd. Identical twin. Junk food enthusiast. Rumored
pink Power Ranger. Zombie apocalypse 2012 survivor. She is also an avid
collector of book boyfriends.
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