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At Water’s Edge by S. McPherson
Genre: YA fantasy/romance
Published November 10th, 2015
Published by S McPherson Books
When 17-year-old, Dezaray Storm drunkenly stumbles across a portal one night, her downtrodden life begins to change, mainly because she starts living someone else’s life.
Accidently trading places with the most powerful sorceress of the realm, Coldivor, Dezaray finds herself assuming the identity of her magical lookalike, having to convince everyone in the realm that she is the real deal.
Aside from a few minor hiccups along the way, like the fact that she is not magical nor does she know even the simplest cards trick; Dezaray soon finds herself settling in. Particularly in the arms of Milo; a blue-eyed jokester with the ability to teleport.
However, it doesn’t take long for Dezaray to realise that life on the other side is far from glitz and glamour and that creatures unimaginable are hunting her. A war is brewing between the seven empires of Coldivor and those that long to take over. Dezaray’s enchanted double is their only hope; their secret weapon, set to be unleashed on her eighteenth birthday when she is bequeathed with the powers of her forefathers.
But for the enchantress to return, Dezaray has to leave, and the thought of going back to Islon fills Dezaray with dread, for more reasons than one. Torn between a reality she can’t stand and a fantasy she can’t keep, Dezaray is struggling to see how any choice she makes will lead to a happy ending.
A Day In The Life Of An Accidental Sorceress
A day in the life of an accidental sorceress consists of you discovering your powers and subsequently trying to figure out how on earth you ended up with them. Let me tell you about my day to further explain my point:
My eyes flicker open, squinting in the sunlight streaking, uninvited, through my living room window. There’s a stabbing pain in the back of my head and I feel like I’ve guzzled a mouthful of sand. Where am I or more importantly who am I? One-minute I was yelling at the TV remote to work and the next thing I know, rays of colour are shooting out of my eyes and setting the television ablaze.
I rub my aching temples as I pull myself into a sitting position. It’s carnage; bits of shattered plasma screen, sparking wires and a collection of black shards surround me. As I look down, I realise the wires aren’t the only thing sparking. Little ripples of blue shoot from my fingertips. I hold them up to my eye, getting a better look.
What is going on?
Steadily, I get to my feet, trying to remain poised on my tiptoes to avoid slicing myself on the glass.
Ugh! I think, time to clean up this blasted mess. No sooner do I think the words do the sparks from my fingers appear to leap out. Diving into the chaos on the floor. They dart and swivel around me as I watch them in awe, scooping up the debris and shoving it somewhere unknown.
I think back to last night in the bowling alley where a peculiar man at the counter had handed me an orange juice even though I had asked for a lemonade. He apologised for the mix up but said they were out of lemonade and thinking nothing of it I drank the juice. Not long after, a voluptuous lady with tumbling red curls and a tongue ring had swanned in asking for her orange juice. The man went as pale as snow and the lady and he got into a heated argument eyeing me as though I might explode.
At the time I assumed some loony lady really wanted her orange juice but as I look down at the inexplicable madness around me, I start to wonder. There has to be something more to this. Somehow between yesterday and today I have become an accidental sorceress. This could be really good, or really bad. Time to make a plan of action:
Step one: Clean myself up and make sure my eyes aren’t actually glowing like I feel they are.
Step two: Return to the bowling alley and find the man behind bar.
Decided, I march towards the bathroom forgetting of course about the translucent shards set to stab me and sure enough one goes right through the sole of my foot. I yelp, hopping animatedly as I collapse on the couch.
‘Ow, ow, ow.’ I moan, blowing on my heel. I peer at the gushing wound, trying to see where the blood is coming from. I blow again, gasping when droplets of blood start to blow away like bubbles on the wind. Mesmerised, I watch them sail into the air before bursting into oblivion. At last I return to my foot, noticing that the sting has stopped. Frowning I peer closer; the sole is unblemished; no cut, no speck of blood, it’s as though the injury never happened.
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