The Summer Solstice by K.K Allen
Genre(s): Fantasy, Romance, & New Adult
Published: June 10th, 2014
After Katrina "Kat" Summer’s mother dies a mysterious and tragic death, Kat is hurtled into life at Apollo Beach. Her estranged and cryptic grandmother Rose fills Kat with legends of her Ancient Greek Ancestors from which the Summer family descends. Kat’s world begins to unravel as secrets from her heritage are exposed – secrets that her mother purposefully concealed.
Leading to her birthday, the day of the Summer Solstice, Kat becomes frightened when enigmatic visions and disturbing dreams haunt her. When her visions become reality, her fear turns to terror as powerful forces threaten the lives of those around her.
Amidst the turmoil, Kat meets Alec Stone, her gorgeous neighbor, who becomes her sole solace in an evocative world of mythological enchantment and evil prophecies that lurk around every corner…
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EXCERPT from The Summer Solstice by K.K Allen
I sit in front of the mahogany vanity that towers before me. It’s a monument much like everything else in my room. If the objects aren’t generous in size then they make up for it in their beauty and fragility.
Staring at my new reflection in the large oval mirror, I notice my face is fairer than I’m used to and it glows magnificently. My eyes are a bright and unusual shade of silver. My dark brown hair is soft, long, thick, and flowing down past my shoulders. I take in my groomed features with awe.
I reach for the glass, to touch the girl in the mirror, and watch every move of my hand as it creeps toward the glass. My reflection follows in perfect synchrony. Together, our hands rise to our faces and move a strand of hair from our heads.
My lashes are longer. My nails, now they’re near my face, appear manicured and long—and that’s when I notice it.
A necklace lies across my neck as if it were made for me—but not just any necklace. The green stone reflects the light of the sun now streaming in through the massive balcony windows. I move to touch the necklace—lifting it gently from my neck.
My heart pounds like a steady drum as the image in the mirror smiles at me with an almost evil glimmer in its eye. I gasp. My image does not gasp with me but smiles even brighter. There are silver streaks of madness in her eyes that freeze me. Her eyes narrow and turn, so they no longer meet mine. They stare over my shoulder to where an antique vase sits, laden with fresh flowers. I watch it rise with every move of my reflection’s finger.
A terrifying scream comes from the mirror and I jam my palms to the sides of my head to muffle the horrible sound. My image isn’t smiling anymore. Her mouth is grotesque, stretched to the sound of her scream. The vase shakes violently until, with a high pitched ring, it shatters in midair, spraying my bedroom with glass.
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