“Everyone in the world has a Spark, a light inside that guides them, keeps them alive.”
On a quest to master his Spark, Lark’s mentor–his one ally–is anything but helpful. What Lark fails to realize is the value of his rare ability, and just how far some are willing to go to have control of him.
Rachel McCoy is a Texan living in New Jersey. Between binge watching MTV reality shows and baking gluten free treats, she writes paranormal fantasy and science fiction novels. She is the self-published author of the Sparks Saga trilogy as well as numerous short stories, some of which now reside in anthologies. Back when she lived in the real world, Rachel earned a degree in marine biology, which contributed to her die-hard love of manta rays.
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3. I really struggle with time management. I have two little kids, a husband that works 60+ hours a week, and recently starting hitting the gym after back surgery. My schedule is full and writing often takes the hit when I need to get something done. I end up working late at night to hit my deadlines, but in the end, I always make them!
4. My characters often have a no-nonsense attitude and a large vocabulary of curse words. My husband is literally a sailor and we are proficient users of all the words my mother hates. I think profanity adds an authenticity to my characters and, when used appropriately, really adds to their depth. And in fantasy it's a lot of fun to create some more interesting terms!
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“In order to complete this Round, you must learn to fight another unarmed student without the use of your Spark. To prove you have successfully mastered this form of combat, you must defeat each and every Round Two student. Only then will I award your stripe. Use of combat techniques outside of my presence, or that of the combat instructor, will mean a free trip home.” The smile on his face made it clear as day that my trip home was what he wanted.
Avis led me to the dining hall, which was completely full—I guessed at least a hundred others. I had never been to the dining room so early, and the volume was just as bad as I feared. Aside from the audible roar of students at breakfast, their thoughts screamed into my head until I could do nothing but follow behind Avis like a dog.
He pushed me towards a table and brought over a plate of biscuits and bacon. “What’s this for?”
“How are you going to fight anyone if you can’t even lift up your little twig arms? Eat.”
I couldn't exactly argue with him; he was right. I was at a complete disadvantage compared to the well-fed students of Myxini. It's going to be a massacre. Not in the mood to deny the opportunity to eat, I shoveled it in my mouth and tried as best I could to not wince from the ache in my brain. Before I could even finish, Avis dropped a second plate in front of me. “Eat,” he said again, and I ate. By the time we left, I was certain I'd never eaten as much at one time, and it didn't feel pleasant.
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