Book Title: The Space Between: The Prophesy of Faeries by Susan Rooke
Category: Adult Fiction, 452 pages
Genre: Fantasy, Fairy Tale
Publisher: Holynok Press
Release date: September 12, 2017
Format available for review: ebook (mobi, ePub, PDF)
Tour dates: Oct 23 to Nov 17, 2017
Content Rating: PG-13 (For some violence. There is no sex or bad language)
Mellis, a courageous and resourceful young woman, is kidnapped from the human world and taken to the Space Between by a tribe of faeries called the Penitents. Because of guilt over an ancient sin committed by their angel ancestors against the Maker, the Penitents have cursed themselves with grotesque physical disfigurements. Mellis can help them reunite with the Maker and find their way back to redemption, but she would need to give up the life she's always known to remain in the Space Between.
As she struggles with this heart-wrenching decision, one of the Penitents, bent on revenge, commits a gruesome attack against the tribe, and they learn he has taken Satan--the Maker's greatest enemy--as his ally. All in the Space Between are facing grave danger. Will a long-awaited act of vengeance save them?
Susan Rooke builds a rich and fantastical world of angels and demons, monsters, faeries and dragons. Abounding with spirituality and humanity, this faery tale for adults has a cast of vivid characters you won't soon forget.
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Shopping at the Witches’ Market
I once sneaked a dried llama fetus through U.S. customs. Why? It was supposed to be magical.
Did your father believe in mysticism and own a library of occult—some might say “crackpot”—volumes? Mine did. Did your mother teach you to communicate with spirits using cut-out letters and a juice glass “pointer” when you were 10? Mine did.
So if you learned you were traveling to La Paz, Bolivia, would the Witches’ Market have been your first choice of places to visit? Mine was. And, since I was 14 and had a crush on some boy whose name escapes me, a love charm was on my shopping list.
We approached the city by train, passing Lake Titicaca shining like an enormous silver shield in an unearthly landscape. Between the altitude (La Paz is in the Andes, about 12,000 feet up) and the cool, dry climate, there didn’t seem to be much greenery. I remember strolling the sloping streets and snaking alleys, admiring crumbling Spanish Colonial buildings. Being awestruck by the unending chain of mountains, a sky of crystalline purity. La Paz was alluring, exotic in unfamiliar ways.
The market was open-air, extending for blocks. There were stalls, but mostly there were blankets outspread on the sidewalks, displaying selections of magical items. Vendors sat behind the blankets, facing the street and minding their wares. I saw charms of all kinds, some of which I was probably too young to be handling. I bought two small charms carved from soapstone: a joined man and woman for love, a clenched fist for wealth.
Then I spotted the dried llama fetuses, meant for good luck and protection against the Evil Eye. I had to have one.
After returning to the U.S. with my magical contraband, I don’t recall having especially good luck, but then again, I didn’t keep it long. Soon after I unpacked it, it started to smell. I was in boarding school, and a stinking, dehydrated llama is not something you want hall monitors finding in your dorm room. Into the dining hall dumpster it went.
I had the love and money charms made into pendants and still wear them occasionally. Do they work? Not in a flashy, I’m-trading-my-Tahoe-in-for-a-Lamborghini way, but I do feel quietly supported when I wear them.
We departed La Paz by commercial jet. At over 13,000 feet, the airport was higher than the city. We were warned the air was so thin at that altitude that the liftoff would be a little unsettling. It was, but it was exhilarating too. Picking up speed, the plane roared to the very end of the concrete runway. There, with a sickening rollercoaster plunge, it dropped off the side of the mountain until the air caught its wings. Which seemed to take a very long time. Then it rose into the night sky and carried us away.
Good thing I had my lucky llama fetus with me.
Meet the Author:
Susan Rooke is a Pushcart-nominated poet and author of the forthcoming The Space Between Series. Her short stories and poems have appeared in publications such as The Christian Science Monitor and The Twilight Zone Magazine, among many others. She resides on a square of green, peaceful country not far from Austin, Texas, with her husband Glen, who runs a small cattle operation while Rooke writes fiction about angels and demons, monsters, faeries and dragons. Look for her fantasy novel, The Space Between: The Prophecy of Faeries on Amazon.
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