Some of the stuff that happens is just weird. That comes from the “gifts” the kids have.
You might think having that sort of gift would be really neat, but it can also be a lot of trouble. It seems that people with gifts are always having to use them to right wrongs and be heroes.
Even if you didn’t, I’m not sure I would want to be able to hear what people were really thinking about. And feeling like you “have” to use it, wouldn’t be much better than being addicted to something.
These kids handle it all pretty well though. One good thing about being young. You tend to take things in stride. Adults would be gibbering.
About the Book:
Sparked by Helena Echlin and Malena Watrous
Publication Date: October 3, 2017
Publisher: Geek & Sundry
Fifteen-year-old Laurel Goodwin wakes up to find her older sister Ivy missing from their Airstream trailer in the Oregon redwoods. A recurring nightmare convinces her that Ivy was abducted, but no one takes her dream seriously, including her mom. Laurel, a loner, has to learn to ask for help, and Jasper Blake, a mysterious new kid who shares her love of old books, quickly becomes her ally. Together they find their quiet town holds a deep secret and is the epicenter of a dark prophecy.
Laurel soon learns that her worst enemies, mean girls Peyton Andersen and Mei Rosen, are developing powers that she needs to find and save Ivy. With time running out, Laurel realizes that power doesn’t always take the form that you expect. And once she learns to look beyond her snap judgments, she develops an unexpected gift of her own.
The knocking woke me up from a dead sleep.
I sat up, blinking myself awake. The sky outside our porthole-shaped window was still dark,
the silhouettes of the redwoods just a shade blacker. Rain lashed at the glass. Wind rocked the
Airstream back and forth.
There was that knocking again. I leaned over to wake Ivy. Our beds were so close, they
But Ivy wasn’t in her bed.
She must have snuck out and forgotten her key. I needed to let her in fast. Our mom was a
heavy sleeper—especially if she’d smoked a “medicinal” joint before bed—but there was a limit
to what she could tune out.
When I eased open the accordion door to the bedroomette, a river of cold air whooshed
over me. I hurried to the front of the trailer, where the door was wide open, banging in the wind.
I stepped out onto the top cinder-block stair, straining to see through the rain. “Ivy?” I called
into the darkness, but no one answered. The icy wind cut through my pajamas and I shuddered,
wrapping my arms around myself. Ivy must have left the door unlocked, and the storm had
blown it open.
Still, it creeped me out.
I wasn’t used to living in a tin can on the edge of civilization. Our new property bumped up
against the state park. We had no neighbors for miles, but hikers, poachers, and the occasional
homeless person liked to use our land as their playground. Mom said that we were safer out
here than if we lived in some apartment in town. Statistically, there were fewer weirdos in the
But all it takes is one.
About the Authors:
Hello! We are both novelists, but if you’ve ever tried to write anything, you know that writing can be a lonely, angst-filled business. So one night over a cocktail or two, we came up with a solution: write our next book together. Malena already had an idea: a girl’s sister is kidnapped and she has to rely on mean girls with superpowers to get her sister back. We couldn’t resist seeing where that story would take us – a wild ride that includes a loner girl who wants to be a writer and a gorgeous boy who can shoot fire from his eyes but also loves to talk about books. And an ancient Zoroastrian prophecy. And pie shakes. (OK, so maybe we got a little carried away.)
We’ve both published solo novels (check them out here and here) and had no idea how co-writing would work out, but we pounded out the first draft in a white-hot frenzy of inspiration we called “the Vortex.” One of us would write a scene and send it to the other with a note: “My apartment is a pigsty and I haven’t eaten all day. #inthevortex.” We wrote the book we wanted to read as teenagers: a supernatural thriller with healthy doses of horror and humor. Oh, and of course there’s romance. You have to wait a long time for the only kiss in the book, but isn’t that the case with all the best kisses in books?