3 June 2013

Book Tour: 'The Star' by Clemy Warner Thompson


Ah yes, we didn't host any Book Tour stops for a little while and today we're hosting two of them... 


But, I'm sure you'll like this one too. It's for 'The Star', a Urban Fantasy novel written by Clemy Warner Thompson (and it's also not technically a Book Tour stop but more a Release Day Blitz really as the novel has just been published.)


Enjoy!


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About 'The Star'
Abbii had been afraid of the dark for four long years. She hated the eerie silence that filled the night.

She would often try to forget by closing her eyes at night, but she would always be met by dreams of Shadows that would attack her, dragging her into the Darkness. Most nights, she would simply lie there with her bedding wrapped tightly around her, staring at the light coming in through her window, hoping that she would drift off into a dreamless sleep.

Ever since that day four years ago, the dark had frightened her; she had thought it would be a curse throughout the whole of her life, but something changed when she met him.

The dark seemed to lose its power and the moon’s light brightened.

Her dreams didn’t stop; nightmares still stole her sleep, but there was always a figure of Light that would save her and allow her to wake.

He said the same thing every night in her dreams. Keep fighting, Abbii.

She thought that he was part of her imagination, someone that she had created to save her, until she met him and was drawn into his bright hazel eyes.

His name was Nate.

Book Excerpt

           Inside the room, Nate could sense a presence fuelled with magic. It was not strong, but neither was it weak. Due to the substance that blocked the corridor as well as the doorway to the classroom, Nate knew that a Shadow was also inside. He, too, raised his hand, preparing his magic. With Max slightly ahead, the two of them burst into the room with a blast of light. 

           A Shadow latched onto Nate’s shoulders as they entered, piercing the back of his neck with its teeth. He grabbed at its head to try and pull it from his skin, but was only successful when Max joined his struggle, tossing the creature across the room once it was free. Nate created a surge of fire to engulf it, but watched as the Shadow nimbly avoided his magic and jumped towards him again. Its pointed tail slashed across Max’s face, knocking him to the floor. 

            Feeling the creature’s extended arms wrap around his neck, Nate pushed against its chest with all of his strength. The light from the moon illuminated its face, and Nate saw that the creature was no ordinary Shadow. Its eyes and teeth were human, but its skin had transformed into a scaly surface, black as night. Nate engulfed both of his fists with magic and pushed them into the creature’s chest, throwing it backwards. 

As it landed, blood oozed from its chest, but it ran at the two men again. Max moved forwards avoiding a swipe of the creature’s claws. Encaging it with ice-cold energy, he watched as it squirmed, screeching loudly. Its tail wrapped around his neck, crushing his veins. He gasped for a breath as Nate moved. 

           He grabbed a broken chair which lay on the floor, using his foot to break off one of its metal legs. Once it was free, he lunged forwards and stabbed the creature’s heart, feeling a strange surge of energy reverberate through the metal. The sensation caused his hand to spasm, but the creature fell to the ground, dead. 


           Max leaned against his thighs, trying to catch his breath. “What was that?” 


           Allowing the warmth of his magic to envelop his hand, Nate felt the vibrations from the metal stop. He glanced around the room to see something he had not expected. “It was human.” 


           Looking up in response to his statement, Max followed his gaze, concentrating on the far wall of the room. The black substance from outside had consumed its whole surface and a body was in the centre, a human body. Though its features had changed slightly, the two men could sense that magic pulsed through the victim’s skin. 


           “Is that how they make a Shadow?” 


           Nate elongated his blink. “No, that’s how they make a Forgotten. A magic user accepts the Darkness and undergoes their transformation.” As he spoke, a strange image formed in his mind. He saw a figure being consumed by the black substance of the Shadows, a young man with powers. Nate felt drawn to him. 


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Author Bio
"I was born in England in the West Midlands in 1991 where I am still currently living, growing up alongside one younger and three older brothers.
Books and writing was an interest that I began to develop from the first years of secondary school, and on my thirteenth birthday, I began to plan and design the idea to write a fantasy novel. I finished secondary school with high GCSE’s and then went on into further education to study English and all aspects of art and design. After six years of writing, planning and overall editing of the book, it was successfully completed, containing over 82,000 words, and self published in the first week of 2011.
With high expectations in myself, I immediately began to write a second novel in the series, while keeping my art and design a part of the process. The achievement of completing the first novel ‘Purest Light,’ allowed the ideas of the second to flow much easier and it was completed by early 2012. As I was writing the third and final book, New Beginnings, at the same time, the series was finished by its publication in 2013.
Writing is now a part of my everyday and I have started on my newest project, The Star, which is also planned to be the first of three. Only time will tell."
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