Sixteen-year-old Arden St. John’s life takes a strange turn when she finds an unusual animal injured near her new house on the south east coast of Australia. When she takes it to the local vet, a terrible truth is inadvertently exposed to her.
She discovers a secret underworld, where witches are commonplace and trolls masquerade as queen bees, terrorising the other students with impunity. A world where vampires traffic in the lives of children, draining their bodies once they reach maturity. Where adults auction their own children to extend their lives.
Arden finds out she’s one of those kids, her life traded by the mother she never knew. Now she’s caught up in this ancient and corrupt economy operating just below the surface of modern society. She’s a hot commodity, and it’s only a matter of time before the vampire who bought her comes to claim his prize.
But Arden’s not going down without a fight.
more anxious Arden felt. If something
happened to me, how long would it be before Dad noticed? I could be dead for
days before someone found me, Arden thought, unhappily. The compulsion to
turn around and seek out others grew stronger and her footsteps slowed.
something. Curiosity overcoming her disquiet, at first she thought it was a
rocky outcrop and moved towards it, trying to see what was veiled by the leaves
of the trees. The flash of sunlight whitened out her vision as she stepped out
of the shade into the clearing. Blinded, she waited for her eyes to adjust.
Squinting, the blurred shapes gradually resolved into the ruins of a stone
building. The roof was gone and the walls stuck up like the blunt teeth of a
fallen giant. Arden walked around what had once been a large structure that had
been left to crumble back into the earth. It was built on a headland, the view
of the ocean clear on the far side. A lone gum tree clung to the edge of the
cliff, roots visible where the earth had crumbled away. Dead, its bare branches
stood out starkly white against the dark clouds forming over the ocean. There
was a storm coming in, but it was still a way out to sea. Catching sight of a
marking on the stone, she moved towards it to examine it more closely. It was
weathered almost flat, but tracing the rough gritty surface with her finger,
she made out the distinctive shape of a convict arrow.
trying to work out what type of building it had been. There had been a large
central room with many tiny rooms opening from it. They were small, storerooms
perhaps? Exploring deeper into the ruins, there was a room that had been more
protected at the rear and the purpose became apparent. The stubbed remains of
bars were still embedded in the stone in one section and in the corner of the
room were cross hatched markings on the walls, counting off the days. She was
standing in a convict gaol.
About the Author
L. C. Fenton lives in Sydney, Australia with her husband and two children. In addition to her cake- making business, she works as a freelance copywriter and pens occasional articles for various online magazines.
After ten soul-destroying years wandering aimlessly in the corporate wilderness, L. C. threw it all in and reassessed. Deciding to bring the “one day I will write a book” idea to the present, she started and hasn’t stopped. As a huge fan of the romance genre, she writes the kinds of books that she enjoys to read.
In her spare time, L. C. Fenton…actually she has no spare time. She sleeps or reads copious amounts of romance novels instead of sleeping.