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SCINTILLATE
Author: Tracy Clark
Release Date: February 4, 2014
Publisher: Entangled Teen
Pages: 320
ISBN: 978-1622661459
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Cora Sandoval’s mother disappeared when she was five and living in Ireland. Since then, Dad has been more than overprotective and Cora is beginning to chafe under his confines. But even more troubling is the colorful light she is suddenly seeing around people. Everyone, that is, except herself—she glows a brilliant, sparkling silver.
Troubled by these strange flickerings and fearing she is being stalked, Cora is inexplicably drawn to Finn, a gorgeous Irish exchange student who makes her feel safe. Their attraction is instant, magnetic, and primal—but her father disapproves and Finn’s mother orders him home to Ireland upon hearing he’s fallen in love. After a fight with her father, Cora flees to Ireland, both to follow Finn and to look for her missing mother.
There she meets another silver-haloed person and discovers the meaning of her newfound powers and their role in a conspiracy spanning centuries—a conspiracy that could end her life and change mankind forever.
Scintillate is the first book in this lush and exciting new trilogy, full of romance, adventure and metaphysical mystery.
Exclusive Excerpt
Finn began to play.
Voices descended into a respectful hush. Soft strums of the guitar lifted and
fell on shafts of daylight from the windows. A small patch of sun warmed my
exposed neck as I listened. The orange beads of his bracelet flashed as he plucked
the strings with slender fingers. His head hung over the guitar in reverent
concentration.
His playing was
amazing, sweet and peaceful. For a while I let go of how bizarre my life had
become. I was entranced long before Finn closed his eyes and opened his mouth
to sing. His voice was rich, smooth suede, perfectly suited for the blues:
soulful and vulnerable. The kind of voice that reaches inside and squeezes
what’s tender.
When he sang an Irish
bar song called “The Wild Rover,” he got the entire crowd to join in on the
chorus. A couple of times during his performance, his gaze fell on me and
lingered as if he sang directly to me. I rested my chin on my hand, hiding my
smile behind my fingers. The last song was in a language I didn’t understand, but
my soul spoke that language. Deep inside, something cracked open so that a bit
of my truest self could peek out. His music was bluesy and mournful, eerily
familiar, and it opened my heart in locked places. A tear landed on my wrist.
When the final chord of
the last song reverberated through the coffeehouse, the audience jumped to its
feet and applauded wildly. The force of energy from the crowd knocked the
breath out of me, making me dizzy. I dared a look at the people in the room.
The colors were unbelievable! Such power. It rolled toward Finn in a wave, a
tsunami in slow motion. I had the impulse to leap in front of him, to protect
him from it.
My body jerked in
response to the thought, and I squeezed the sides of the wooden chair, willing
myself to sit still. I couldn’t trust myself and the strong urge to protect
him. But from what? The big, bad colors I could see but that were invisible to
everyone else? He’d think I was crazy.
Maybe I was.
A chill spidered up my
spine. The man with the crazy eyes and pure white aura leaned against the brick
wall a couple feet away, staring intently at me. Icy fear spiked through me,
making my fingers tingle and my breath come in quick bursts. The sounds of the
room fell away. My heart sped and my aura sparked as I saw the roiling ball of
the crowd’s energy pass over the man and collide with Finn. But rather than
crush him, the energy crashed and blended with his own bright aura, making it
grow and pulse fiercely. He seemed to absorb the light until the room grew dim
to my eyes.
Untouched by the
energy, the strange man moved closer and closer to me. I called out to Dun, but
he couldn’t hear me over the shouts and clapping. I was so small in my chair
amid the standing crowd. The man and his dark eyes were all I could see. I
tried to leap up to run, to grab Dun’s arm, to call for help, but my chest
jerked toward the stranger as if I’d been punched in the spine. I couldn’t draw
breath, couldn’t move through the thick ice of my draining energy and rising
panic. I was hit in the face with a blast of air. Then, a sudden flash of
white.
The world tilted
sideways, and I slid off.
About
Tracy:
Tracy
Clark is a young-adult writer because she believes teens deserve to know how
much they matter and that regardless of what they're going through, they aren't
alone. In other words, she writes books for her teen self.
She grew
up a "valley girl" in Southern California but now resides in her home
state of Nevada with her daughter and son. She's an unapologetic dog person who
is currently owned by a cat. She is the recipient of the Society of Children's
Book Writers and Illustrators (SCBWI) Work in Progress Grant and a two-time
participant in the prestigious Nevada SCBWI Mentor Program.
Her
debut novel, SCINTILLATE, was inspired by her enchantment with metaphysics as a
teen, seeing it as the real magic in life. Tracy is a part-time college
student, a private pilot, and an irredeemable dreamer.
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