Thunderstone by Barbara Pietron
Genre: YA paranormal romance
Published: November 12, 2013
Sneaking out at night, driving without a license, and falling for a guy weren’t things fifteen-year-old Jeni expected to do while visiting Lake Itasca, Minnesota. Then she meets Ice, the local medicine man’s apprentice. Suddenly, her simple family gathering becomes an exciting – and terrifying – week of self-discovery. At first Jeni doesn’t believe Ice’s claim that she can touch the spirit world and has somehow released a mythical underwater monster. However, she’s forced to reconsider when a teen swears a monster killed his father while fishing on the lake. Just as she comes to accept truth, Jeni finds she is the only one who can imprison the monster, making her the creature’s next target. She’ll need immense faith in her newfound ability to put herself in harm’s way and face down the monster. And even if she succeeds in delivering the local population – and Ice – from the creature’s wrath, there is no guarantee Jeni will escape with her own life.
large leg-hold trap. He groaned as the metal teeth seemed to press deeper into
his skin and grate on his bones. Stooping, he attempted to pull the jaws of the
trap open and release his foot, but was unable to get the right leverage. Teeth
gritted against the pain radiating up his leg, Ice dug his phone from his
pocket then heard the crunching sound of footsteps. “I’m here,” he shouted,
relieved that the medicine man had heard his cry.
near, calling out again.
the forest wasn’t the medicine man.
carried an axe.
momentarily, his thoughts scrambling for a means of defense. He had no weapon.
No bear spray. Nothing. Then he realized he still held his phone in his hand
and fumbled it in his numbed, shaking fingers.
the trees quickly. Humming.
phone and found his favorites. He glanced up and realized Nesbitt’s eyes glowed
with an odd, yellowish hue from out of his emaciated skull. He managed to get
his thumb on Nik’s name before the demented man smashed into him.
hands, Ice grabbed Nesbitt’s arm that held the axe and shoved it away from him
as he fell. Before the man could topple onto him, Ice scurried backward,
yowling in pain as the trap bit harder into his ankle bone. He’d reached the
end of the chain fastened to a tree and the more he jerked against it, the
tighter the jaws clamped down on his leg.
then to his feet, in no hurry since he knew his prey was tethered.
elbows and feet, although he realized if he wrapped the chain around the tree,
it would only grow shorter. His hands clawed the ground around him, searching
for a branch or stick, anything he might be able to swing at Nesbitt.
heavily and drooling. Ice found a stick and wrapped his fingers around it,
yanking it from the dead foliage. He jabbed at the man as he came forward and
yelled in despair as the stick snapped easily.
he hit the ground hard, gasping for breath. Before he could rise to his elbows,
the foot pressed down with force, pinning him. “Don’t do this,” Ice
begged, his voice ragged. “Mr. Nesbitt!” he shouted.”Please
don’t do this!” He hoped somewhere inside the crazed man a person still
resided: a teacher, a human who wouldn’t kill another human.
face blank, eyes distant. Then he rasped, “Hungry,” and swung the
axe.
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How had he managed to make such a mess of things? He’d felt comfortable with Jeni and her
family too; thought the evening had progressed smoothly.
face and lost it. Despite the smoky bonfire, he could smell her; the fragrance
of an apple orchard in the fall. Then his gaze fell to her glossy, ripe lips
and the reasonable explanation he had in mind vanished. Instead he’d just
blurted something out and completely blew it.
footsteps dragged as he headed between the cottages to the resort drive.
the whisper until it came the second time. He turned to see Jeni’s head poked
out the side door. She edged outside when she saw him stop. She took a step
toward the porch rail. “I’m sorry. I overreacted.” She hugged her
arms around her torso. “I…I do that
sometimes. I should’ve at least given you a chance to explain why you wanted my
statue.”
didn’t mean to say…ask…not like that.” Jeni watched him, waiting. Ice took a deep breath. “Thing is,
you’re not going to like the explanation anyway.”
of her shoe as she bounced it on the rail. “I can’t promise I’ll like it,
but I’ll listen.” When she looked up she wore the ghost of a smile.
long moment. No more lies; time to lay the cards on the table. He wasn’t hopeful for any particular outcome,
only resigned to do what he felt was right. “I owe you a story about the
monster your statue represents, don’t I?”
expression.
underwater monster swam freely, the people were plagued by bad fishing,
overturned canoes, and children drawn under by whirlpools when they went
swimming. “Eventually,”
Ice explained, “the medicine men of neighboring tribes joined together to
lure the creature here. They trapped him in a cavern near the sacred burial
mounds of Lake Itasca and charmed him to sleep.” Ice paused, and then
finished his story with the events of the past two days. “Then, about a
hundred years later, a priestess…” He stopped to look at her, “…buys an
artifact and falls into the water with it in her pocket. Her connection to the
spirits combined with the power of the statue wakes the underwater monster. So
the local medicine man sends his apprentice to find the girl and get the statue
back. If he fails, the monster will likely escape and people will start
disappearing.”
and then laughed. “I get it. Cute. You made it sound like I was part of
the story.”
part of the story.”
About the Author
After years in the corporate world, Barbara found herself with a second chance to decide what she wanted to be when she grew up. Her lifetime love of books and the written word returned one answer: writer. Drawing from her experience with technical writing, she began by writing non-fiction magazine pieces and achieved both regional and national publication. Her success encouraged her to complete a novel. She learned much from her first manuscript, critiques, books, contests, and blogs. In 2012, her novel Thunderstone, was a quarterfinalist in the Amazon Breakthrough Novel Award contest and won a critique by Publisher’s Weekly. A few months later, she was offered publication by Scribe Publishing Company.
Barbara has a few other novels in the works, including a Thunderstone sequel. If she’s not reading or writing, Barbara likes to walk, garden, and sew. She works in a library and lives in Royal Oak, Michigan with her husband, daughter, and their cat – who often acts like a dog.
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