Monday, 9 December 2013

***Immagica Illustrated Map Reveal*** Excerpt + Giveaway : Immagica By K.A. Last

***Immagica by K. A. Last***
Genre: YA Fantasy/Adventure
Publication: January 31st 2014
Map Illustration: Lawrence Mann LawrenceMann.co.uk  

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Synopsis:

Immagica
Where anything is possible.
Enter at your own risk.
The night before her fifteenth birthday, Rosaline Clayton uncovers a deep family secret. 

She receives an amulet from her deranged father, and he tells her she must find the book in order to save him. Rosaline is used to her dad not making any sense, so she dismisses their conversation as another of his crazy rants.

When Rosaline’s brother, Elliot, drags her to their Nana’s attic to explore, they find the old leather-bound book tucked away in a chest. It sucks them into its pages, transporting them to a magical world. Along the way Rosaline and Elliot are separated, and the only thing she wants is to find her brother and go home.
The creatures of Immagica have other ideas. After years of war their land lies in ruin. Using the amulet’s power, they want Rosaline to defeat the dragon and restore Immagica to its former glory. 

But Rosaline is bound to Immagica in ways she doesn’t understand, and when she discovers the truth about her family, she must follow her heart to save them all.


Excerpt :

A breeze whipped my hair over my face. I batted it away as I turned in every direction, searching for 
my little brother.

“Elliot,” I called across the wasteland. “Elliot!” I screamed. 

Nothing.

The book blew open and the pages fluttered in the breeze. I scurried over to snatch it up, not wanting 
to let it out of my sight. This place scared me. Losing Elliot scared me, and I was unsure what to do. If 
the book could spit me out into a desolate wasteland, it may also be able to take me home. I slipped 
my fingernail under the edge of the amulet and tried to prise it off the cover, but it wouldn’t budge. The 
emerald pulsed in a steady rhythm. After a few minutes I gave up and tucked the book into the back 
of my jeans.

If I decided to walk anywhere, it was going to be tough with no shoes, but I was glad I’d fallen asleep 
in my clothes the night before. Imagine if I’d ended up in this god-forsaken place in my nightie! Elliot 
was probably roaming around somewhere in his PJs. The thought made me laugh, but then sadness 
engulfed me. Elliot. My heart broke thinking about him. I’d lost my little brother. Where was I supposed 
to start looking for him? Already I missed the way his dark hair flopped across his forehead. The way 
he’d look at me so seriously with his grey eyes. And how he had a talent for making me smile when it 
was the last thing I wanted to do. 

I stared at my feet and wished I had my favourite pair of Converse to slip on. I sighed and started 
to walk. Rocks dug into my skin, making me wince with every step. After a few minutes the pain 
subsided and the walking got easier. I thought I’d lost the feeling in my feet, but when I looked down 
again I was wearing a pair of black Converse All Stars. 

My mouth dropped open and I stopped. “How…?” 

It was still just me in the middle of nowhere. The shoes felt real enough, but I gave my toes a little 
wriggle to make sure it wasn’t an illusion. I even blinked a couple of times to test my eyes were 
working properly. Yep, the shoes were definitely real, and I was a little more freaked than I’d been 
when I first arrived.

I continued walking. Where I was walking to was a mystery. How could I know where I was going, if I 
didn’t even know where I was in the first place? I wished Elliot was with me. Or that I had someone to 
talk to; someone who could tell me where I was.

“Where am I?” I asked the breeze.

“You know, talking to yourself is the first sign of craziness,” a girl said from behind me.

I spun around to face the most unusual girl I’d ever seen. She held a bronze spear in her right hand. 

It was fancy like a sceptre, with a decorative head that housed a big emerald. What was it with all the 
emeralds? Maybe I was in Oz. The eye-shaped stone stared at me and I shuddered. Above all the 
fanciness was a silver point that could probably slice me in half in one-second flat.

Frantically, I looked around for something to use to defend myself if I needed to. My only option was 
to brain her with a rock—if I needed to.

“I wasn’t talking to myself,” I said. I totally was talking to myself. “I just wanted someone to talk to.”

The girl laughed. “You should be careful what you wish for in a place like this.”

She looked a little older than me, with pale blue eyes, high cheekbones, and an olive complexion. 

Silver streaked her long, black hair, and it had several small braids through it.

“And where is this exactly?”

The girl simply stared at me, her mouth all pouty, as if I should know the answer. I wasn’t sure if 
she would hurt me or take me to meet her equally weird looking friends. She wore a pair of ripped 
denim shorts, and a strange cream top that looked handmade with lacing up each side and an uneven 
neckline. Shin-high, chunky hiking boots encased her long legs, and she had a small leather satchel 
flung across her body. The spear totally completed the outfit.

“Not quite like Dorothy is it,” she finally said, grinning. “She was greeted by munchkins, but you got 
me instead.”

“You’ve read The Wizard of Oz?”

“Of course.” The girl laughed. “And Alice in Wonderland, The Neverending Story, and Narnia. All the 
greats.”

Somehow, I found it hard to believe. Where the hell was the library? 

“Who are you?” I asked, putting my hands on my hips. I could play smart, too, but I hoped I appeared 
more confident than I felt.

“So many questions. Which one do I answer first? I hope you know who you are.”

“Never mind,” I said, turning away. She’d done her best to annoy me, and I’d only known her for 
twenty seconds.

“Don’t take it personally.” The girl fell into step beside me. “You’re not the only one that’s ended up 
here when they first arrived. Not everyone can expect to land in the thick of things.”

“What are you talking about?” I stopped to face her.

“I’m Brynn.” She stuck out her hand. I hesitated but eventually took it. She pumped my arm up and 
down a few times before letting go. “So, where’s the book?”

“How do you know about the book?” I frowned.

“You usually can’t get here without the book.”

“Where’s here?”

“Isn’t it obvious?”

“No, not really. Why do you want the book?” I asked.

“I don’t want the book.”

“Then why did you ask about the book?”

“You’ll need the book,” Brynn said. “The book is very important.”

I sighed. “Of course it is.” I pulled it from the waistband of my jeans, but I didn’t hand it over.

“You don’t trust me, do you?” Brynn asked.

“If you were me, would you trust you?”

“I’m very trustworthy.” She smiled and raised her eyebrows.

“But how do I know that!”

She shrugged. “You don’t.”

“Okay, this place is just weird,” I said. 

Arguing with the strange girl was wasting time. I needed to find Elliot. Brynn was the only person, 
besides me, in this terrible place, so what option did I have? I’d have to ask for help.

“I’ve lost my little brother,” I blurted out. “He was with me, I felt him beside me when … and then he 
wasn’t there, and I was here, and I hate this place!” 

The emerald in the amulet pulsed.

Brynn looked at me as if she couldn’t care less about Elliot. Why would she? She didn’t know him. But 
I cared. And I was damn well going to make her care!

“You’ll need to get the amulet off the cover if you want to find him,” she said. “Push the emerald.”

Sure, why not. Nothing else in my life made sense anymore. I did as she’d said and pushed it with my 
thumb. Something clicked and the golden glow shone under the amulet. It popped off the cover and 
the book healed itself, returning to normal. I ran my fingers over the embossed image on the cover 
before unravelling the chain and hanging the amulet around my neck. It gave me an odd feeling of 
security, like I could do anything, or go anywhere.

“Hey! Where are you going,” I called to Brynn. She’d walked off while I was doing weird stuff.

“You can come if you like.” She stopped and waited for me to catch up. “You’re a Clayton. What’s 
your first name?”

“Rosaline,” I replied. “How do you know my last name?”

“The amulet has been in your family for generations. Your ancestors had a hand in creating this 
place.”

“My family made this horrid wasteland? What on earth for?”

“You mean you haven’t been told?”

“Told what?” I asked. “No one tells me anything.”

“You don’t know anything about magic?”

“Are you related to my dad? Because he’s all kinds of weird as well,” I said.

About The Author :


K. A. Last was born in Subiaco, Western Australia, and moved to Sydney with her parents and older brother when she was eight. Artistic and creative by nature, she studied Graphic Design and graduated with an Advanced Diploma. After marrying her high school sweetheart, she concentrated on her career before settling into family life. Blessed with a vivid imagination, she began writing to let off creative steam, and fell in love with it. She now resides in a peaceful leafy suburb north of Sydney with her husband, their two children, and a rabbit named Twitch.


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