Today Tracy
Clark and Entangled Teen Ember are revealing the cover for SCINTILLATE. Coming
out February 2014!
I, for one, cannot wait to read this! It sounds so intriguing and mysterious. Oh, and there's an
Irish exchange student. How cool is that?!
On to
the reveal!
Isn't it pretty?! I'm very curious about that key...
About
the Book
SCINTILLATE
Author: Tracy Clark
Release Date: February 4, 2014
Publisher: Entangled Teen
Pages: 320
ISBN: 978-1622661459
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.
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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