Title: The Soul Thief (The Angel of Death Series #1)
Author: Majanka Verstraete
Publisher: Booktrope Publishing
Published: November 11, 2014
Genre: YA, Paranormal
Synopsis:
When sixteen-year-old Riley is injured in a car crash and sees a girl stealing a boy’s soul, she’s convinced she’s hallucinating. But when she sees the same girl at the hospital later, she knows she wasn’t dreaming. That’s when Riley learns her secret heritage and who she really is: a halfling Angel of Death. Riley must come to terms with her new reality and supernatural abilities, but before she can do this, girls her age start dying in mysterious circumstances. It’s up to Riley to figure out why, what the innocent victims have in common, and what she can do to stop them.
Excerpt
THE WORLD EXPLODED IN a chaos of fire, debris, and
noise. Sirens screamed and low voices mumbled in the background. I
lifted up my head and groaned. My head weighed about a thousand pounds
and throbbed as if someone had hit me with a hammer. The interior of the
car swayed from left to right.
A
dark fog rose up in front of the car. Vague specters moved back and
forth in the mist. I squinted and the specters turned into paramedics
dressed in white clothes with stains all over them, who ran from one
patient to another. Four or more cars had collided and mine was the last
in line. Two cars burned with tall, flickering flames. A woman crawled
out of one of the burning cars, half of her face blackened.
My
stomach twisted and bile rose up in my throat. I searched for the door
handle without turning away from the apocalypse happening in front of
me.
The woman with the burnt face
started screaming. The sound shattered my eardrums. A paramedic rushed
toward her and pulled her away from the searing car wreck.
My
fingers found the door handle and I pushed the car door open. A gush of
fresh air entered the car and I took a deep breath. The air filled my
lungs, and even though my surroundings still swirled around as if on a
carousel, they started to slow down. I fiddled with the lock of my
seatbelt, trembling like a leaf. Eventually the lock clicked and I
tumbled out of the car. I gripped the door handle so hard my knuckles
turned white while I pulled myself up, leaning on the car.
“Are you okay?” Someone grabbed my arm and helped me to stand up.
My
savior was a forty-something woman with a round face, large eyes, and a
red flush on her cheeks as if she’d just run a mile. She was tall and
chubby, and while she appeared friendly enough, she stared at me
wide-eyed, the chaos of burning car wrecks and wounded people reflected
in her irises.
“I don’t know,” I
said. “My head hurts and the world is spinning.” She nodded and helped
me to the nearest ambulance. “Sit down.” She waited until I’d sat down
and then looked at my injuries. She dabbed a wet cloth on my forehead
and when she pulled it back the cloth was stained red.
My
gaze fixed on the scene unfolding behind her. Two paramedics took turns
performing heart massage on a young boy, whose broken body was spread
out on the ground. His skin was the color of a bridal gown and his lips
had turned a faint blue. He couldn’t be older than eight or nine. Broken
glasses lay next to his body.
Right
when the paramedics switched places, a girl appeared behind them. She
popped up out of nowhere. One second there was no trace of her, the next
she stood there, as if she’d been there all along.
My heart raced in my chest. I wanted to say something but the words got stuck in my throat.
The
girl’s red hair with black extensions reached to her shoulders. She
wore a short checkered skirt, black combat boots, a venom-green tank
top, and black stockings. A chain dangled from her skirt. She chewed
bubblegum with her mouth open. Everything about her screamed wrong; from
the way she’d suddenly appeared to how she carried herself, as if she
was strolling around in the park on a summer’s day, not standing at the
scene of a gruesome accident in the middle of autumn. Even her clothes
didn’t match the weather.
She
knelt down and put her hand on the chest of the injured boy. For a
while, nothing happened. But then a see-through, shiny form rose above
the boy’s body. The specter looked exactly like the boy — same age, same
height, same clothes, but it shone like a diamond.Author Interview
- What is your favorite genre to write?
- Which genre have you never tried before, but would you like to try out?
- Please tell us about your book.
- Which character was your favorite, and why? Which character was your least favorite, and why?
- What was the hardest part about writing your book?
- What is your writing routine? Are there things you absolutely need to start writing?
- How long did it take you to write your book from start to finish?
- Can you tell us about your editing process?
- Is this book part of a series? If so, how many installments do you have planned?
- Are you working on something at the moment? If so, can you tell us more about it?
About the Author
Majanka Verstraete begged her Mom to teach her how to read while she was still in kindergarten. By the time she finished fifth grade, she had read through the entire children’s section of her hometown library.
She wrote her first story when she was seven years old, and hasn’t stopped writing since. With an imagination that never sleeps, and hundreds of possible book characters screaming for her attention, writing is more than a passion for her.
She writes about all things supernatural for children of all ages. She’s tried to write contemporary novels before, but something paranormal always manages to crawl in.
Majanka is currently studying for her Master of Laws degree, and hopes one day to be able to combine her passions for law and writing. When she’s not writing, reading or studying, she likes watching “The Vampire Diaries” and “Game of Thrones,” spending time with her friends, or playing “World of Warcraft.”
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