Series: Talisman of El #1
Author: Alecia Stone
Published: May 20, 2012
Publisher: Centrinian Publishing Ltd
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WHAT IF YOUR WHOLE LIFE WAS A LIE?
Population: Human ... 7 billion.
Others ... unknown.
When 14-year-old Charlie Blake wakes up sweating and gasping for air in the middle of the night, he knows it is happening again. This time he witnesses a brutal murder. He's afraid to tell any one. No one would believe him ... because it was a dream. Just like the one he had four years ago - the day before his dad died.
Charlie doesn't know why this is happening. He would give any thing to have an ordinary life. The problem: he doesn't belong in the world he knows as home. He belongs with the others.
The story follows Charlie, an orphan that has been shuffled around since his dad died when he was 10. His mother died during childbirth. Charlie feels alone and knows that he is different. Then he is sent to live with Jacob, a new foster parent, and his life changes forever.
The best thing about Talisman of El was the world that Stone has created. Especially in Arcadia, the images that Stone showed me with her words were magnificent. Also, in the dialogue, there can be a seamless connection between a serious moment and a humorous one.
Talisman of El is definitely a great adventure. The story flows along at a steady pace, which kept my attention. I actually did care about what happened to Charlie, Alex, Richmond and Derkein. That's always a good sign! Overall, I rather enjoyed Talisman of El. I really look forward to reading more in the series to find out what happens next. This book was excellent, but I know Stone will only get better from here.
4 stars to Talisman of El.
Author Alecia Stone
Alecia Stone is the author of Talisman Of El (Centrinian, 2012), the first book in the Talisman Of El trilogy. She graduated with a BA in Film & TV and has worked in television for a short period of time before branching out into storytelling. Alecia loves anything and everything paranormal. Her fascination with all things supernatural sparked her obsession with books, particularly young adult fantasy fiction, which she has never grown out of. She was inspired to become an author after reading Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen at the age of fourteen.
In 2008, Alecia started working on Talisman Of El, a contemporary young adult fantasy fiction inspired by people who disappeared mysteriously, including, but not limited to, Amelia Earhart and Percy Harrison Fawcett, who went on an expedition in search of an ancient lost city. When she isn’t writing, she enjoys going to the movies, listening to music, and travelling.
Talisman Of El is her first novel. At present, Alecia lives in England, United Kingdom with her family.
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He heard a sound like a crushing can and looked up. Huge cracks appeared and widened across the hallway wall, tearing through the floral charcoal wallpaper. He dug his fingers into his dad, grabbing hold of his clothes. Within seconds, the roof and the front walls of the house ripped off. Dust and debris permeated the air as a huge tornado funnel hovered outside the house.
‘Dad,’ Charlie cried.
‘It’s all right, son,’ his dad said. ‘Everything is going to be okay.’
His dad started to drift away.
‘Dad!’ Charlie grabbed his hands, holding onto him so tight his fingers started to go numb.
‘I love you, Hoot!’ his dad yelled. The wind gusts picked up, and he started to slip out of Charlie’s grip. ‘You’re not alone. Don’t give up.’
‘Dad, don’t let go.’ The tighter Charlie held on, the sweatier his hands grew, the looser his grip became. Then his dad slipped away.
‘Dad!’ Charlie watched as he vanished into the vortex of the tornado –
A loud racket shocked Charlie out of his dream, and he jerked upright. He threw the quilt off himself and swung his legs out of bed. Wrapping his arms around his trembling body, he felt his pyjamas damp with sweat. He took his pyjama top off and began wiping his face in it when a cold breeze brushed against his bare torso. It wasn’t until he heard a flapping sound that he looked at the window and saw the curtains fluttering like wings.
A chill that had nothing to do with the cold ran down his spine. He was almost certain he hadn’t opened the window. He got up and was about to close the window when a movement outside caught his eye.
It had always amazed him how well his eyes could adjust to the dark. It was his night vision that had earned him the nickname "Hoot". ‘My own private owl,’ his dad used to say.
Inching forward, he peered out into the dark, and his heart stopped.
A tall figure was standing on top of the garden shed.
Charlie stumbled backwards, falling onto the floor. Staggering to his feet, he rushed out of the room and dashed across the landing to Jacob’s bedroom. When he opened the door and turned the light on, he froze.
The bed was empty.