"The most important thing is the message you leave. This is immortality."
(Rita Levi Montalcini)
Rita Levi Montalcini, an Italian neurologist who received the 1986 Nobel Prize in Medicine for the discovery of nerve growth factor (NGF), a Senator for Life in the Italian Senate, died today in Rome. She was 103.
Today we lost not only one of the greatest minds of our time, but a woman of extraordinary courage, kindness and humanity.
When aspiring writer Sophie Elliot receives the keys to the family townhouse in Bath, it's an invitation she can't turn down, especially when she learns that she will be living next door to the house where Jane Austen lived. On discovering that an ancient glove belonging to her mysterious neighbour, Josh Strafford, will transport her back in time to Regency Bath, she questions her sanity, but Sophie is soon caught up in two dimensions, each reality as certain as the other. Torn between her life in the modern world and that of her ancestor who befriends Jane Austen and her fascinating brother Charles, Sophie's story travels two hundred years across time and back again, to unite this modern heroine with her own Captain Wentworth. Blending fact and fiction together, the tale of Jane Austen's own quest for happiness weaves alongside, creating a believable world of new possibilities for the inspiration behind the beloved novel, Persuasion.
Tiki’s greatest fear suddenly becomes all too real: the fey have returned to London seeking revenge. As war escalates in the Otherworld, Queen Victoria’s youngest son, Prince Leopold, is attacked. In order to protect her family and the ones she loves, she needs to know the meaning of an fáinne sí, the birthmark that winds around her wrist. But will Tiki be brave enough to face the truth?
A bloody escape, a deadly threat, a shocking revelation… Available October 2nd, 2012
At Barinkoff Academy, there's only one rule: no students on campus after curfew. Phoenix McKay soon finds out why when she is left behind at sunset. A group calling themselves night students threaten to taste her flesh until she is saved by a mysterious, alluring boy. With his pale skin, dark eyes, and mesmerizing voice, Demitri is both irresistible and impenetrable. He warns her to stay away from his dangerous world of flesh eaters. Unfortunately, the gorgeous and playful Luka has other plans.
When Phoenix is caught between her physical and her emotional attraction, she becomes the keeper of a deadly secret that will rock the foundations of an ancient civilization living beneath Barinkoff Academy. Phoenix doesn’t realize until it is too late that the closer she gets to both Demitri and Luka the more she is plunging them all into a centuries old feud.
I sat up and
followed Calixta’s gaze upward. I rubbed my eyes. I didn’t know what I was
seeing at first. A statue? My brain refused to snap together coherent
thoughts. I didn’t realize I’d fallen so
close to one of the garden benches until I stared up at the boy that sat on
one. He was strikingly beautiful. His tumble of blonde hair curled just above
his sculpted cheekbones. He wore a silk shirt and a loosened cravat, like he’d
become bored while dressing and decided to leave himself in disarray. His ivory
skin and frozen position was what had me mistaking him for something carved
from marble by Michelangelo. Then he sighed—a lonely, breathy proof of life. If
I had to imagine what Lucifer looked like before he fell from heaven, the boy on
the bench would certainly fulfill that image. My brain told me I had to look
away, but I couldn’t.
“Luka,” Calixta
said again, her voice unsure, almost nervous. It no longer contained the steel
and bite she had threatened me with, which made me wonder who the boy was.
He leaned on his
hands and crossed his legs, all the while keeping his eyes fixed on the night
sky. His movements spoke of elegance and control. I’d encountered many people
with breeding before, but his took on the air of arrogance and self-assuredness
of someone used to getting what he wanted when he wanted it.
I only realized
I’d been holding my breath when my lungs protested. I exhaled. My heart
sputtered and restarted with a vengeance. Luka tore his gaze away from the
stars and settled it on me. I’d expected pitch-black irises, like the other
Night Students, but blue ice stared back at me.
“Human,” he
whispered.
He reached out,
and with a finger, followed an invisible trail down my cheek. I stiffened. His
touch, cooler than Demitri’s, caused warm sparks to blossom on my face. He
lifted his finger to his lips and licked its tip. He might as well have licked me from the way my body shivered.
Luka’s curious
gaze held mine. “Leave us,” he said, but not to me.
“But—” Calixta
protested like a spoiled child.
He spoke in a
language I hadn’t heard before, remaining calm yet firm. The words had a
rolling cadence I couldn’t quite follow, like rumbling thunder in the distance.
They contained a harsh sensuality. The consonants were hard and the vowels were
long and lilting.
Footsteps
retreated behind me.
Luka reached out
again.
It took me a
minute to realize he wanted to help me up. I hesitated. He smiled. I smiled
back timidly and took his hand, completely dazzled. Even with my uniform soaked
from melted snow, I didn’t feel cold—all my attention was on him and the way
his callused hand felt on mine. Without moving much from his seated position,
he helped me stand.
“What’s your
name?” he asked. He had a voice like a familiar lullaby. It filled my heart to
the brim with comfort.
I swallowed and
tried to stop gawking. “Phoenix.”
“The bird that
rose from the ashes.” Luka bent his head and kissed the back of my hand. “It’s
a pleasure meeting you.”
My cheeks warmed.
My head reeled, not knowing what to think. I couldn’t understand why I felt
drawn to him. And the strange connection frightened me.
From behind,
someone gripped my arms and yanked me away before I could sort out the feelings
Luka inspired in me. I found myself behind a towering figure yet again.
Recognizing the blue-black silk for hair tied at the nape, relief washed over
me. Calixta hadn’t come back to finish me off.
Demitri’s large
hand wrapped around my wrist. Unlike the night before, no calm existed in his
demeanor. He trembled like a junky in need of a fix. The coiled power in his
tense muscles vibrated into me.
“What are you
doing here?” Demitri asked.
I didn’t know he’d
spoken to me until I saw his expressionless profile. I sighed.
“Phoenix.”
I flinched. The
ruthless way he said my name punched all the air out of me. “You owe me
answers,” I said with as much bravado as I could muster.
“I owe you nothing.” He glared. “In fact, you owe me your life.”
“I don’t think
so.”
Ignoring my
indignation, he faced Luka, who’d remained seated on the bench during my
exchange with Demitri. “Why is she with you, Luka?”
“I wasn’t going to
taste her, if that’s what you’re implying,” Luka said. “Although, she is simply delicious. I wouldn’t mind if
you left us alone.”
There it was
again. Taste. The word that kept coming up between these Night Students and I
was connected to it in an increasingly uncomfortable way. To taste meant to
sample, but what? My flesh? They had to be joking because the alternative
wasn’t funny.
“The sins of the
father …” Demitri left his sentence unfinished.
Luka’s smile
shifted into a snarl. “Obey my command.” His chin lifted. “Kneel.”
Demitri’s stance
went rigid. His grip tightened around my wrist.
Okay, weird just
got weirder. Why would Luka want Demitri to kneel before him? I thought back to
Eli and the others bowing to Demitri when he questioned them, but they didn’t
kneel. Seriously? Were they all living on a different planet or something?
“Kneel.”
Luka’s detestable smirk made his features sinister rather than angelic. The
real Lucifer: a fallen angel.
Without letting go
of my wrist, Demitri knelt down on one knee and bowed his head, his free hand
flat at the center of his chest. “Your command has been obeyed,” he said
formally.
Luka nodded once.
Demitri stood up
and pulled me toward the school without telling me where we were going. Not
having the time to thank Luka for saving me from Calixta, I risked a glance
back. Luka smiled at me. His smile spoke of whispers, secrets, and promises to
be shared on a later date.
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Author Bio:
When Kate Evangelista was told she had a knack for writing stories, she did the next best thing: entered medical school. After realizing she wasn't going to be the next Doogie Howser, M.D., Kate wandered into the Literature department of her university and never looked back. Today, she is in possession of a piece of paper that says to the world she owns a Literature degree. To make matters worse, she took Master's courses in creative writing. In the end, she realized to be a writer, none of what she had mattered. What really mattered? Writing. Plain and simple, honest to God, sitting in front of her computer, writing. Today, she has four completed Young Adult novels.
Orphan, clock keeper, and thief, Hugo lives in the walls of a busy Paris train station, where his survival depends on secrets and anonymity. But when his world suddenly interlocks with an eccentric, bookish girl and a bitter old man who runs a toy booth in the station, Hugo's undercover life, and his most precious secret, are put in jeopardy. A cryptic drawing, a treasured notebook, a stolen key, a mechanical man, and a hidden message from Hugo's dead father form the backbone of this intricate, tender, and spellbinding mystery.
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Once upon a time, Hazel and Jack were best friends. They had been best friends since they were six, spending hot Minneapolis summers and cold Minneapolis winters together, dreaming of Hogwarts and Oz, superheroes and baseball. Now that they were eleven, it was weird for a boy and a girl to be best friends. But they couldn't help it - Hazel and Jack fit, in that way you only read about in books. And they didn't fit anywhere else.
And then, one day, it was over. Jack just stopped talking to Hazel. And while her mom tried to tell her that this sometimes happens to boys and girls at this age, Hazel had read enough stories to know that it's never that simple. And it turns out, she was right. Jack's heart had been frozen, and he was taken into the woods by a woman dressed in white to live in a palace made of ice. Now, it's up to Hazel to venture into the woods after him. Hazel finds, however, that these woods are nothing like what she's read about, and the Jack that Hazel went in to save isn't the same Jack that will emerge. Or even the same Hazel.
Inspired by Hans Christian Andersen's "The Snow Queen," Breadcrumbsis a story of the struggle to hold on, and the things we leave behind.
Breadcrumbs is a wonderful retelling of "The Snow Queen", a story of true friendship and extraordinary courage.
Hazel is different from the other girls at school. She believes in magic and fairy tales. "There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, Than are dreamt of in your philosophy."
One day something terrible happened to her best friend, Jack. Jack's heart became frozen like a block of ice and the Snow Queen brought him to her own castle. Hazel is the only one that can save him, the only one willing to believe in the existence of the Snow Queen.
Hazel understands the real meaning of true friendship: sacrifice.
I love fairy tale retellings and Breadcrumbs is a magnificent example of a successful one.
I'm looking forward to reading more books from this author!
Once upon a time, Hazel and Jack were best friends. They had been best friends since they were six, spending hot Minneapolis summers and cold Minneapolis winters together, dreaming of Hogwarts and Oz, superheroes and baseball. Now that they were eleven, it was weird for a boy and a girl to be best friends. But they couldn't help it - Hazel and Jack fit, in that way you only read about in books. And they didn't fit anywhere else.
And then, one day, it was over. Jack just stopped talking to Hazel. And while her mom tried to tell her that this sometimes happens to boys and girls at this age, Hazel had read enough stories to know that it's never that simple. And it turns out, she was right. Jack's heart had been frozen, and he was taken into the woods by a woman dressed in white to live in a palace made of ice. Now, it's up to Hazel to venture into the woods after him. Hazel finds, however, that these woods are nothing like what she's read about, and the Jack that Hazel went in to save isn't the same Jack that will emerge. Or even the same Hazel.
Inspired by Hans Christian Andersen's "The Snow Queen," Breadcrumbsis a story of the struggle to hold on, and the things we leave behind.
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