Book Description
In this fast-paced adventure April joins her friend Sandy in accepting a Magikal inheritance to fight Evil on sea-swept Aquidneck Island. Using Laws of Magik, taught by their aunts Penny and Melissa, they must save their friend Mandy from Courtney and the Seeds of Evil. Unfortunately, Evil holds the key.
About the author
This is the debut novel for A. Valentine Smith. Originally was from the Niagara Falls area, he now makes his home in Newport, RI. This is his first foray into both the Young Adult and Fantasy/Magik genres, combining fast-paced action with a thought provoking twist; Magik restricted by laws that are the predecessors of modern day science.
Excerpted from A Circle of Two: Book of Newport by A. Valentine Smith. Copyright © 2001. Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.
Prologue: First she’s gone and now she’s here . . .
April awakens in a hospital. All April knows for sure is that she was gone and now she's here, she punched her best friend in the eye and it was absolutely necessary, and finally, her best friend Sandy might lose that eye. April cries a couple of silent tears. She would have done anything to trade places with Sandy when the punch landed.
It’s late afternoon and she feels as if she’s slept for a thousand years. Being lucky enough to come out of a coma, she comes close to having that thousand-year sleep.
April feels like one of the stories that Sandy’s always penning. Sandy’s got a strange way of writing, April thinks. She writes in the past tense except for important or action scenes, that she always writes in the present. It’s jarring to say the least. When April was in the coma, she could have written her life in the past tense. Now she’s back, alive, and feeling very present.
April awakens in a hospital. All April knows for sure is that she was gone and now she's here, she punched her best friend in the eye and it was absolutely necessary, and finally, her best friend Sandy might lose that eye. April cries a couple of silent tears. She would have done anything to trade places with Sandy when the punch landed.
It’s late afternoon and she feels as if she’s slept for a thousand years. Being lucky enough to come out of a coma, she comes close to having that thousand-year sleep.
April feels like one of the stories that Sandy’s always penning. Sandy’s got a strange way of writing, April thinks. She writes in the past tense except for important or action scenes, that she always writes in the present. It’s jarring to say the least. When April was in the coma, she could have written her life in the past tense. Now she’s back, alive, and feeling very present.
April’s head falls back to the pillow, eyelids fighting to stay open. She fears sleep, as if the coma will come back. April eventually gives in to the deep fatigue she feels. She closes her eyes and the memories, of what happened over the last couple of weeks, comes flooding back. It all started with those books Sandy inherited.
