Sarah J Maxwell
- YA fantasy
- Paranormal fiction
Books
Young adult fantasy
Paranormal fiction
Dear Jane
Hook line to come from Sarah.
Vagon. The name given to creatures of dark magic seemed to echo around the graveyard.
From ‘The Prince of Shadow’
The World of Wishawn
The voyage south,
in seven places
Sarah’s notes
The place for a night of fun: you might get robbed, get laid or end up in the gutter of the Cradle. Mind Kavi’s men, or you’ll work the Amber Mines for minimum wage until he says you’ve done your time.
Amber City Draft: Sarah’s note, shortened for her OKOnce a picturesque fishing village, now fading with time. Its market still comes alive with miniature dragon figurines and gold tea from Kozlaan, and the impressive Amber Night carries you north to the Amber City.
Ottingham Draft: Sarah’s note, shortened for her OKErected in the First Queen’s reign, the University is where young witches learn to harness their skills. At least, that’s what everyone believes.
Oskley University Draft: Sarah’s note, shortened for her OK‘The moon demands the night send in her skeletons to turn everything of flesh into bone’.
The Click-Clack Army is said to rise up every time a Blood Witch dies so that she doesn’t travel alone into the Afterlife.
Dead Man’s Moor Not somewhere you’d want to take a dip. Blind Trolls lurk beneath its glassy surface, and legend speaks of waters steeped in dark magic.
Black Lake Home to miscreants disfigured by dark magic. Keep your eyes down, and at all costs avoid the Bog, where cast-off souls wait to suck you into their atrophied arms.
Hopwick Draft: Sarah’s note, shortened for her OKBanrigh, the old Queen of Wishawn, wove pure magic into the House and its grounds. But dark magic is stronger than pure, and it is no longer the refuge it once was…
The House Draft: Sarah’s note, shortened for her OK
What’s next
- Written, done
- Edited, done
- Proofread
- Pre-order
- Out
- Written, done
- Edited
- Proofread
- Pre-order
- Out
He took everything from me. My dignity and my life.
About Sarah
I’m a Londoner, now living half a world away in Tasmania, where I write young adult fantasy and paranormal fiction.
My obsession with storytelling began in my early teens, when I was given a second-hand, typewriter. You know, the machines where you had to press the keys so hard you’d end up bleeding. Decades later, after being awarded a First Class Degree in English with Creative Writing, I published my first novella ‘Billy Lemonade’. I was fifty.
More about SarahIf she squinted, she could be in Dickensian London. The cobbles. The smog of a warm day quietly simmering.
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