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Title: The Witch of Luna Hill (The Witch of Luna Hill #1)
Author: Neel Kay
Links: Goodreads | Amazon
Publication Date: February 14, 2013

A year ago, Aia was found dead in a lake. Fortunately, her rescuer managed to resuscitate her. But how she ended up in the water in the first place, she doesn’t remember. Actually, she doesn’t remember one single thing about her old life from before she died.

Now she lives her monotone life by the edge of the Great Forest in which she works hard day in and day out. Up there in Northland beyond the mountains, the war against supernatural beings, humans with strange abilities and all who side with them isn’t quite as visible as in the rest of Bragimark.

But when she meets Merian Storm, a privileged student trying to escape her dysfunctional family and the memory of the man she loved, Aia is jerked out of her comfort zone and thrown into a journey across the haunted mountains in search of her past.

When entering Merian’s war-torn home in the south, Aia’s role in the war becomes significant and so does her presence in the lives of the Storm family and vice versa – especially Merian’s rogue brother.
Excerpt:
  &nsbp;  Aia woke from a dream with a loud gasp. Immediately, the remnants of the dream escaped her, and soon, she had no recollection of what had made her jump.
     The fire had gone out, and to her right Merian and Birk were sound asleep. Merian was completely curled up deep under her wolf skin and Birk lay flat on his back with his arms spread out to the sides, one of them resting on Merian’s shoulder. He was snoring mildly.
     Outside the cave it was still dark, but the heavy rain had finally stopped, leaving just a light drizzle. Aia could hear the horses whinnying, and she wondered what made them so restless.
     Blood was rushing in her ears, and the odd feeling of an ominous presence made her heart race as she walked out of the cave.
     The horses pulled back. Their eyes and nostrils were widened in terror. Aia tried to calm them from afar, worrying what they might do to her if she moved any closer.
     A voice in her head was telling her to wake up Merian and Birk and tell them about the horses. Tell them that there was something out there upsetting them, and that they all might be in danger. But another and more compelling voice demanded her to keep quiet, and for some reason she started to walk away from the cave and the whinnying horses. She felt like she was in a trance, felt like she was a puppet and someone else was pulling the strings. She couldn’t fight it. Her free will had been restrained.
     Aia was beginning to wonder if maybe she was asleep and if all of this was merely a dream. But she could fell the light rain on her face and she could smell the wet patches of grass and stone and the mud in which she slipped and fell to her knees. And she could most definitely feel the wounds on her knees being ripped open, and the sharp pain of skin being penetrated when her hand struck a sharp rock as she tried to find her balance.
     Blood mixed with mud in her palm as an overpowering sensation of oppression enveloped her. It was then that she realised that she had been headed for the edge of the rocks. At that very same moment, she felt something nudge her shoulder, silently telling her to get up and get moving.
     In just a few moments, she would fall to her death. Not that she wanted to jump, but the entity she could clearly feel moving behind her gave her no choice.
     Aia tried to speak, tried to reason with whatever it was. But the words stranded in her throat, and all she was able to do was to sob quietly as she slowly moved closer and closer to the edge.
     This was it, she thought, feeling completely numb inside as her feet kicked pebbles off the edge, hearing them crash against the rocks at the bottom several seconds later. She lifted her right foot and stepped out into thin air. Someone grabbed her left arm hard and jerked her back with a force that made her snap out of the trance. The strange oppressing feeling lifted like a veil.
     “What the hell are you doing?” Birk roared, his voice trembling with a mixture of confusion and anger. “Are you trying to kill yourself?”

Author Bio

Introvert, creative, awkward.

Neel Kay lives with her husband and two kids in rural surroundings in the south of Denmark, not far from the German border. She’s a trained milliner, studied English at university, and now works a day job as a web editor. But she’s been writing always.

Love coffee, scarves and sea views. Oh, and butt-kicking heroines who know how to swing a sword and aren’t afraid to get a little dirty.
Author Links:
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