Time to reveal The Last Starling cover!
We just finalized it this week. My son Caleb helped me put together the specs, and Savana at Blue Sky Design worked her magic. We wanted something haunting, mysterious, and artistic. I'm incredibly pleased with how it turned out. Here it is, along with the tagline/description:
HOW FAR WOULD YOU GO TO SAVE AN ENEMY?
"They're coming."
The words of warning haunt Jayce Wakefield's dreams. He doesn't believe them any more than he believes in the blue-eyed raven delivering the message. It's totally absurd. They're just dreams. He has nothing to worry about.
Or does he?
Jayce's life revolves around three things: being a Senior, worshipping a girl he can't have, and killing vampires. As a werewolf, his job is to protect the Starling woods. That means taking out any bloodsucker who dares to cross the Boundary. And since his autistic brother can't handle wolfing out, it's up to Jayce to keep pack territory safe.
But between the dream-raven, humans going missing, and vampires acting weird, he's losing his grip on reality. So when he stumbles across a runaway in his territory, he welcomes the distraction. The fact that she won't talk about herself makes him obsessed with learning about her past. The deeper he digs, though, the more she withdraws. It's not until her life is threatened that he discovers the truth. Who she is. Why she's there.
And the sinister darkness headed for them both.
Like it? I hope so!
I'm halfway through the fourth (and most intensive) edit and plan to hand the final version over to my editor, Kisa Whipkey, for proofreading and review. Not sure about a release date. My fingers are crossed for August, but it all depends on timing. Will keep you posted.
In the meantime, I'm attaching another Facebook teaser.
Have a great day!
C.
Post #2
That’s a first. He never blinks when we’re stare-battling. But he just did, and then he blinks again. His feathers ruffle. He jerks his head up, eyes going from slanted to wide. Agitated, he shuffles from one side of his branch to the other.
There’s only one reason he does that.
Fear.
“Uh, Dad,” I say.
“Not now, Jayce.”
“I think we have a—”
The scent drifting in negates my need to finish. We know immediately that we have a problem. One that smells like blood and death and is coming from our side of the Boundary.
Gramps growls low in his throat. He projects a wolf-thought, shooting it deep into my brain. Dad’s too. The three of us connect as one, our minds linking instantly, bonded by the message:
Trespasser.
Image Credit: The Last Starling, Abstract Wolves
