Dark Seraphine
(A Copper Suns Prequel) by Kasonndra Leigh
Kassonndra Leigh
Author Behind "Dark Seraphine"
Author Bio:
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KaSonndra Leigh lives in Durham, North Carolina. She recently completed her Master of Fine Arts in creative writing and is now able to play CLUE more often. She lives in an L-shaped house where she has created a secret library complete with fairies, venetian plastered walls, and a desk made out of clear blue glass
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Dark Seraphine Excerpt
There was no one in the classroom
besides the two of us. To admit this girl made me feel a little shaky sounded
weak. I put on a manly face, squared my shoulders, and sat in the desk behind
her. The little kid in me still wanted to run away like a baby, though.
And then she laughed.
It was a high-pitched giggle, a
normal girl’s sound. That wasn’t right. I don’t remember any of the other
spirits laughing before.
“So you wanna run from me, huh? Go
ahead. I’ll just find you like I always do, Caleb,” she said, still facing the
chalk board in the front of the classroom. Her voice was smooth like a musical
instrument, maybe a flute. Nah. It
was more like a harp. I could listen to it all day.
But even her sexy pipes didn’t change
the fact that she just read my mind. How did she do that?
“Are you going to run, or stay? I
need a quick answer, because I have a lot to do today.” She turned her head to
the side a bit.
“I don’t run from anything,” I said,
trying to ignore the prickle in my underarms. Good thing I used my dad’s
deodorant this morning. That old-timers
stuff was strong enough to knock out anything.
She didn’t scare me as much as some
of the other walkers, my nickname for them. But I wasn’t ready to get her digits
either. As a baby, I remembered talking to a few of them. That ability disappeared
sometime around my thirteenth birthday. This was the first time I spoke to one
in four years.
“What are you people: angels, ghosts,
or zombies?” I asked, my voice squeaking on the last syllable. What a dork.
“Can’t you be a little more creative?”
She turned around in her seat to face me, an amused expression on her
ridiculously gorgeous face. I sucked my breath. Her strange amber-hazel eyes
pierced through me. The word beautiful didn’t do enough for this walker-girl.
“I thought I was pretty creative,” I
said.
“Nope. Your ideas suck,” she said
with a smug face.
“Nice. Thanks,” I said, getting
annoyed.
“And I don’t sparkle in the sun,
either. So scratch that one off your list too.”
I frowned. “Then tell me the right
answer. And you can go ahead and explain how I won the honor of being stalked?”
“I’m a creative mix of many things.
Feel better now?” She tilted her head. Blue-black hair flowed around her face
as if it were made of silky thread. “So others have come before me?” She seemed
to be talking to herself rather than asking me.
“Maybe,” I said. Why should I tell
her everything? One thing I did know. At this rate, I was probably going to be
committed to the loony ward on the first day of school.
“I’m going to need your help soon,
Caleb. You have to be ready,” she whispered, her face suddenly serious. Right
then, I knew my world was about to change…forever.
Who is the Dark Seraphine? Find out in September, 2012.
The cover is awesome and a bit mysterious too. :-)
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