Weaving Magic

ISBN: 978-148106-616-7
December 9, 2012

He loves magic. She loves romance. Can illusions be shattered without disastrous consequences?

Synopsis: He loves magic. She loves romance. But the biggest illusion is the one Shantel and Christopher perform together. Sixteen- year- old Christopher fights to stay sober while fifteen-year-old Shantel struggles in the aftermath of her mother’s death and seeks refuge in a fantasy world. But the unacknowledged roots of their problems refuse to stay buried and soon, the two are headed toward a deadly magic trick. Can Shantel and Christopher move beyond magical illusions to find love?

Read the First Chapter of WEAVING MAGIC here.

Weaving Magic Discussion Guide

“…Not only do we see things from Shantel’s point of view but also Christopher’s. I really enjoyed this aspect of the story as Christopher is attending AA meetings and meets up with his sponsor. I was fascinated by what Christopher was going through in his life….” Novels, News and Notes from Your NW Neighbors

“…The main boy, Christopher, is the kind of magician you’d find in a talent show- just a normal boy, no special powers and no absurd levels of perfection about him…”–A Book So Fathomless

Excerpt

Everything would be okay, I told myself. Christopher was my boyfriend. I trusted him. I crunched inside the wicker basket and curled my legs underneath me. I wiped my sweating palms onto my black slacks. The audience stopped calling for an encore. They were so silent I wasn’t sure anyone was still out there.

I’d barely gotten my balance before the first sword barreled into the basket with a lot more force than we’d practiced. Startled, I realized Christopher was keyed up from the magic show performance. He was overestimating the force he was putting behind the swords.

I tried to figure out how to tell him to slow down. I couldn’t very well call out to him or the audience would hear.

Before I could it figure out, the second sword zoomed past me and into the basket. The two swords crossed over my head, and I rearranged myself so I could crouch lower. As I shifted, a third sword whizzed by my left arm and peeled off a small layer of my skin. I saw the blood before I felt the searing pain.