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The Light of the Dying

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Unbridled power is Faith's curse. Trying to save two worlds, she leaves a trail of destruction, desperate to keep those she loves safe.

Synopsis

A deadly past. An unruly power. Two worlds colliding.

Thirteen days ago, a deadly house fire killed two local teens. Faith McDaniels was there. When more dead bodies start showing up after the fire, the news reports a serial killer on the loose, but Faith knows this is far bigger than a mere serial killer. She fears “He” has returned.

Now it is up to Faith and her energy-bending powers to stop Him before more people die. But as the chaos grows, so does the unpredictability of Faith’s power. Can she get it under control in time to stop this from escalating into the annihilation of the human race?

The epic journey continues in The Light of the Dying.

Unbridled power is Faith's curse. Trying to save two worlds, she leaves a trail of destruction, desperate to keep those she loves safe. Faith McDaniels is grasping the parameters of her own powers while trying to make sense of the impending collision of Enlitra and her own world.


Michelle Reynoso has written an exciting sci-fi/fantasy novel featuring a strong willed heroine that possesses an overwhelming power that she has yet to understand or wield. Faith understands that two worlds are dying, colliding, but she is still a teen who values her friendships, cares for her new boyfriend, and despite her power, is very vulnerable. While Reynoso's heroine is strong-willed, the opposing force, in this novel, is very mysterious and menacing. The reader will sense a connection between Faith and Him not quite understood by our protagonist or the reader. He is only referred to as Him, yet he is a formidable adversary that seems impossible to defeat. He is intimidating for the bravest of individuals, but Faith seems to carry this burden alone. While Faith struggles to carry this burden, her friendships are an important component where she draws her strength amidst her fears and apprehension. Although its Faith who possesses immense power, its her friends who give her the confidence to use it. Faith's friendships are one of the most enjoyable part of the books. However, if I had to choose, its the unique power Faith builds and stores to use as a weapon against Him that proves to be the most intriguing. This other world, Enlitra, is one that I would have been interested to learn more about.


I recommend this book for readers 14 and above. Readers who enjoy books with adventure, fantastical elements and strong female heroines will not be disappointed with Michelle Reynoso's new novel, a sequel to En.

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I’m a librarian for high school students and a run a podcast for YA Booktalks. It’s called Allie the Librarian Booktalks. I love to read YA and promote literacy.

Synopsis

A deadly past. An unruly power. Two worlds colliding.

Thirteen days ago, a deadly house fire killed two local teens. Faith McDaniels was there. When more dead bodies start showing up after the fire, the news reports a serial killer on the loose, but Faith knows this is far bigger than a mere serial killer. She fears “He” has returned.

Now it is up to Faith and her energy-bending powers to stop Him before more people die. But as the chaos grows, so does the unpredictability of Faith’s power. Can she get it under control in time to stop this from escalating into the annihilation of the human race?

The epic journey continues in The Light of the Dying.

There was life in the light, and there was death. I felt it now, felt them—our normally silent brothers and sisters—reaching out in desperation as their world collided with mine, and they’re consciousness overlapped us like tracing paper souls. On a normal day and in a normal time I would not even know they existed. Today was neither. I only wished I realized it sooner, but ‘sooner’ was not now, and this was a journey all its own.


 

I woke to the sound of screaming; a gut wrenching shrieking coming from somewhere down the hospital hall. In my semi-awake state, I thought maybe I moved to the psych ward overnight, or I was dreaming about haunted houses. Then I thought the screams were mine, somehow back at the fire that landed me here thirteen days ago. But as I listened, which I couldn’t help to do, I realized the high-pitched screams were from a man, his voice driven up high and shrill. Chills ran up my back. Anything that made a man’s voice go that high could not be good.

I grabbed the corded remote, turned the television on, and cranked the volume up as high as it would go to drown out the sound.

“Survey says…”

I changed the channel.

“Tell us what gets you on stage each night? How are you able to keep the material fresh,” the morning show host asked the musician on the couch.

I clicked again. The television did little to distract me from the incessant screams. I reached for the nurses call button and pushed, while changing the TV channel at the same time.

 “… weather today will be mild…”

Click. Click. Click.

The screaming continued.

Click. Click. Click.

 “Stop pushing the button!” An agitated female voice bellowed over the call button interface.

“What the hell is going on out there?” I asked.

“Don’t push the button again. Someone will be right in,” she answered.

“Ok,” I said dropping the call button to the bed.

I tried focusing on a classic episode of Seinfeld.

 

Finally there were footsteps, familiar in the scuff and slide of her pace, Nurse Caroline emerged. She was in her forties if I had to guess, and old enough to be my mother. The swing of her massive arms propelled her forward, while her hands slapped at the air. She came to rest at the end of my bed.

“Miss McDaniels. Good morning. Now what is so urgent that you felt the need to continuously push that dang button, dragging me away from Mr. Gorman’s bed pan change?” she asked in a cadence that matched her stride.

“The screaming,” I said, “That guy, he sounds like he needs some pain meds.” 

She looked around the room.

“Screaming? What screaming?” she asked.

“The screaming. You don’t hear it?”

“Miss McDaniels could it be that the nurses gave you more pain meds than you needed last night, and you woke up a bit loopy this morning?”

“I don’t think so,” I said.

Nurse Caroline approached the side of my bed, and put her large, solid hand on my forehead.

“No fever. Let me check your vitals young lady, see what’s going on,” she said as she made a wide turn, and then shuffled toward the exit. It did not take long for the scuff and slide to return, matched in rhythm with the computer cart she had fetched, pushed by her lumbering mass. 

“Give me your arm,” she said, and then continued to slip a pressure cuff over my hand and onto my arm, resting it midway where she tightened it.

“Maybe just bring me some headphones or something,” I said.

“No one is screaming. No one,” she said looking at me doubtfully.

She completed her vitals check, reviewed my digital chart, and moved her large hands slowly over the keyboard recording her notes.

“You are right. You only had your normal dose of meds last night. Nothing up with your vitals. How do you feel?” she asked, poised to record my response.

“Fine. Except for the friggin’ pounding in my head from that guy screaming,” I said. 

“I’ll have the doctor come and check on you,” she said, slowly walking the cart back out of the door, “And no more pushing that button unless it is an emergency.” 

About the author

Contracts Manager by day, award-winning author of YA Urban Fantasy novels and avid reader by night. Originally from a small town in NH, my first day visiting New York City was the day I moved in to the dorms of NYU. My adventures, then to now, shape the stories I read and write. view profile

Published on August 08, 2019

Published by Caterpillar & Gypsy Moth Press

60000 words

Genre: Young Adult Fantasy

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