Release date: April 21, 2015
Subgenre: Middle Grade Fantasy
About Jadia:
If you slept one day and woke up in a grand palace – to which you had never been before - only to find yourself lying in a coffin, what would you do? What if you woke up in the body of someone else than yourself, or even worse yet if that person, of whom you supposedly took the body, had been long dead? Jadia, Secret of Sagebrush, steep in paranormal adventure and speculative mystery, is a middle grade fantasy about a girl, who embarks on a quest to find out the truth behind her impaired memory, which will trap her within a mazelike riddle.
Excerpt:
Penelope shuddered. How could I miss that? After all, it was the ring of Isis that had survived Jadia. Jadia had it all along, and perhaps Jadia had known it before she came to Isis. Penelope sighed. Penelope then cast a spell to see if Jadia would survive. The cauldron began boiling. Penelope took a tiny jar that contained blood and tipped it to the cauldron. Penelope's hand was shaking as the crimson drips of blood fell. The colorless soup began changing. It turned red at first, then ruddy orange, and then simmering sliver. If Jadia was to die, it’d turn black or remain gray. Penelope blinked, as a face began taking a shape.
Did I cast a different spell?
Perhaps she had drunk too much of berry wine the other night. It could be the effect of frog fluid that she added to her drinks. On the mercury soup appeared a little freckled girl’s face. Penelope reeled away from the cauldron—and from the little human child standing there like a ghost.
“You—You—You—”
“Is that your way of saying long time no see, my friend?” said Jadia.
“How? How did you escape—?”
Penelope looked up at Jadia with horror. Jadia couldn’t have recovered so soon, Penelope furiously thought.
“Yes, I couldn’t have done that,” said Jadia, lazily strolling around the cauldron. “You cast a wrong spell, Penelope. Shame. It is your destiny that matters, not mine.”
Jadia bent over.
Jadia drew her face an inch from Penelope’s. Penelope looked petrified, unable to move.
Did I cast a different spell?
Perhaps she had drunk too much of berry wine the other night. It could be the effect of frog fluid that she added to her drinks. On the mercury soup appeared a little freckled girl’s face. Penelope reeled away from the cauldron—and from the little human child standing there like a ghost.
“You—You—You—”
“Is that your way of saying long time no see, my friend?” said Jadia.
“How? How did you escape—?”
Penelope looked up at Jadia with horror. Jadia couldn’t have recovered so soon, Penelope furiously thought.
“Yes, I couldn’t have done that,” said Jadia, lazily strolling around the cauldron. “You cast a wrong spell, Penelope. Shame. It is your destiny that matters, not mine.”
Jadia bent over.
Jadia drew her face an inch from Penelope’s. Penelope looked petrified, unable to move.
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About Greg Pippin:
Greg Pippin is a many sided, art-oriented, sport-driven, fun-loving, philosophically biased person of letter. Mr. Pippin has B.A. from the University of California, Irvine, majoring in English. Currently he lives in Southern California.
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