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Discover the Magic Within You

Title:  Discover the Magic within you to believe in yourself.

In writing my Actual Magic series for Young Adults, I drew upon people I loved and feared to create some of my favorite characters.

Here’s an excerpt:

“You will learn that the way you think holds the key to all things magic.  Have the courage to imagine only great things.  By pushing your minds far beyond what you already understand, you will discover what is yet to be.”

Mondragon took his place next to her.  “Good afternoon, Bea,” he whispered hoarsely into her ear as if they were lovers.

The wide grin on his face told her he’d been up to something.  Probably something that, when she found out later what that was, she wouldn’t like it.

She ignored him for the moment.  She was too deep in her speech to bother with him now.  At least this time he showed up.

“The Bonaventure-Mondragon is awarded to the student or team of students who push their minds far beyond our known supernatural reality and create a thought or a way of thinking about our world that we’ve never before considered.”

“Like a frog with wings?” Morlock teased with a twinkle in his dark brown eyes.

“Not if you’re casting about for something else,” she smiled at the students.

Mondragon knew better than to interrupt her during her orientation speech.  What was going on with him?

“What if that is exactly what you want?” he persisted.

She shrugged and studied him.  Whatever Mondragon was up to, he’d better have a good explanation for why he was acting like this.  “Well, then, a winged frog would definitely be a success.”

Beatrice pointedly returned her attention to the students.  “Your grades will be decided by the number of successful spells you cast, not by the size or the perfection of your results.  And remember this: The Bonaventure-Mondragon Award isn’t just a competition.  It’s also about cooperation, how fairly you play the game, and what you learn about yourself along the way.  While you attend school here, you will do no harm to yourselves or to others as you study and learn.  And if you’re really lucky, you’ll make friends — real friends you’ll keep forever.  Boys and girls, attending the Bonaventure Academy of Magic is as much about your character as it is about the magic.  Keep that thought in mind should you be tempted to cheat, or steal, or sabotage someone else’s spells.”

Posted by Deborah McTiernan

Author of Lilly Noble & Actual Magic, Lilly Noble & the Phantom Rush, and, Lilly Noble & Actual Magic, a gremoire

Dares readers to believe in themselves and discover the magic within!

#ActualMagic #PhantomRush #Secrets

Read more: Lilly Noble & Actual Magic, Kindle Edition, and Lilly Noble & the Phantom Rush, Kindle Edition.

How to use a magical library

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“Can I help you ladies find something?”  A low male voice, definitely older and full of authority, rasped from behind Lilly.

Startled, she jumped and whipped around to locate the source of the voice.  The man’s stern gaze made her feel guilty, though she knew she’d done nothing wrong.  “Um….”

A slight smile twitched at the corners of the man’s narrow mouth, and then his face grew serious again.  Tall and pale, he wore an ill-fitting, out-of-fashion, black mourning suit, which hung from his shoulders like wool over bones.  “Well?” he asked with a grimace and began tapping his foot.

Zymura answered him quicker than Lilly could, “Hi, Professor Banks.  We’re looking for our parents’ yearbooks.  I know I should remember where they are, but the shelves look different to me.  Did we come in through a different door?”

“For the students, there is only one way in or out.  The reference section you are looking for is over there today,” he said with a slow sweep of his long, bony fingers.  “Please, try to ignore the books being out of place.  I haven’t yet found the time to put everything back in order.”

Zymura frowned up at the professor.  “What happened in here?  Did someone play a prank?”

“The library had a spasm,” he said, as if that explained everything.

Zymura raised an eyebrow.  “A what?”

“A spasm.  The library heaves and twists occasionally, rearranging the materials.  When that occurs, I have to find everything and put it back where it belongs.”

Worried the library might spasm with her in it, Lilly glanced around warily.  “Why does it do that?”

“About three hundred years ago, someone who despised tidiness and order enchanted this wing of the school.  It’s been rearranging itself ever since,” he explained with a bored sigh and a slight grin that quickly vanished.  “The library only spasms at night when it’s unoccupied,” he added in a tired, long suffering voice.  His gaze had remained fixed on Lilly the entire time he’d spoken.  “Who’s your friend, Zymura?”

“Professor Banks, this is my roommate, Lilly Noble.”

Recognition lightened the man’s solid black eyes.  He bowed slightly from the waist and straightened.  Sadness softened the sharp edges of his corpse-like features.  “Geraldine Saint James and Randolph Noble’s girl.”  It wasn’t a question, which he made more obvious by the way he continued to study Lilly.

Growing increasingly uncomfortable under the man’s close scrutiny, Lilly could only nod.  At her throat, whatever it was that lived inside her locket twitched and hissed.

Suddenly, behind her, the air unexpectedly thickened with an anxious tension.  Change tingled at the edges of her awareness, forcing her to focus her attention.  Though she couldn’t tell exactly where the odd energy was coming from, she could certainly feel it.  Something was going on in this room, and it felt seriously wrong.  Lilly’s mind worried about the library having another spasm.

“Miss Noble,” Professor Banks said, gently gathering her small hands in his big gnarly ones.  “You look so much like your mother.”  Though he never stopped looking at her face, the expression in his eyes grew nostalgic and distant, as if he were remembering something from the past.

Though his damp, chilly touch felt unpleasant, she said, “It’s nice to meet you,” and hoped he didn’t hear the uneasiness in her voice.  Despite the creepy tension growing in the library and the professor’s clammy grip, she still managed to successfully fight the urge to snatch her hands free and wipe them dry on her clothes.

“We were friends once, your parents and I.  All of us were that year,” his tone betrayed both familiarity and contempt.

“You went to school with my mom and dad?” Lilly asked, instantly curious.  This was hard to believe.  The professor looked so much older than her parents.  Suddenly, the man tightened his squishy grip like a vise.  Lilly winced, but quickly decided letting him hold her warm hands in his clammy ones was worth it if she learned something about her mom and dad.

Then, he released her.  “Your parents weren’t your average overachievers,” he said, sounding bitter.  His gaze shifted back, signaling his return to the present.  “Everything was a competition with your father.  No one else stood a chance against him,” he said bitterly.

He’d known her parents and, for some reason, that really bothered him.  Maybe the yearbooks would yield a clue.

Suddenly all business, he gestured to the stacks with a quick flick of his wrist.  “Lucky for you, I located the yearbook section earlier this afternoon.  You won’t have to track it down yourselves.  Follow me,” he said, leading the way.

After walking a short distance, he stopped without warning, causing Lilly to bump into the back of him.

“Oops, excuse me,” she mumbled.

He didn’t bother to turn around.  “Here they are.”

Lilly backed away from him and searched the spines of the books for the years they were published.  “Thank you, Professor Banks.”

Posted by Deborah McTiernan

Author of Lilly Noble & Actual Magic

Dares readers to believe in themselves and discover the magic within!

#ActualMagic #PhantomRush

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Read more: <ASIN: 0989180700> or <ASIN: B00D0DD97U> (Kindle).

How to end a rude conversation with grace

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A muscular boy with short blonde spikes entered the library.  He spotted Lilly and strode purposefully in her direction.  He raised his hand and pointed a short stubby finger at her.  “Hey, aren’t you that dimwit who fell off the ferryboat?”

Lilly turned and looked him right in the eye.  His voice sounded familiar.  It belonged to one of the boys who’d helped Murosky get her to the infirmary the day she’d arrived on the island.  “Why, yes, I am.  I never got the chance to properly thank you for getting me off the beach before the high tide washed me back out to sea.  Thank you!” she said politely.

The boy stared back at her dumbfounded.  “That high tide was weird.  And, for the record, I didn’t carry you off the beach, Ren did.  But you’re welcome, I guess.”

“It couldn’t have been a high tide.  The moon wasn’t full,” Murosky argued.  “I told you that.”

With an even gaze at Lilly, the blonde-headed boy’s expression downshifted to mean.  “Nice to see you admit to being a dimwit,” he said scowling at her.  “Only a true dimwit would admit to doing such a stupid thing.”

Murosky’s face went purple.  “Aptos, I’m warning you.”

“Warning me about what?” Aptos countered, standing his ground.

“Keep it up and you’ll find out what,” Murosky threatened.

“Lilly!”  Zymura’s shout cut into their conversation.  Her voice came from the yearbook section.  “They’re not here!”  She sounded frantic.

“It’s a pity I’ve got to leave you boys now, but it was lovely chatting with you both.  Hopefully I’ll get to meet Ren sometime soon,” Lilly said before turning in the direction of Zymura’s voice.

Posted by Deborah McTiernan

Author of Lilly Noble & Actual Magic

Dares readers to believe in themselves and discover the magic within!

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Read more: <ASIN: 0989180700> or <ASIN: B00D0DD97U> (Kindle).

Please Feed The Man Living In The Box Under Your Bed

Please feed the man living in the box under your bed.

In writing my Actual Magic series for Young Adults, I drew upon all my favorite story books I loved as a kid to create my own.  Does anyone out there in Cyberland know where the idea to store Lilly’s dad in a box under her evil stepmother’s bed came from?  The right guess will win you a Kindle!  Send your answer to the contact email address on my website.

Here’s an excerpt:

Morgann placed the steaming bowl of oatmeal on the night table.  “It’s too dark in here.”

She aimed her index finger at the big bay windows.  The drapes whipped open and the sunlight streamed in.

With a careless flick of her wrist, the long, wooden box under her bed rolled out as easily as a dresser drawer.

Good thing she’d remembered to install casters on the bottom of the box before putting it to use.

“Wakey, wakey my sleeping prince,” she said cheerfully as she rapped her knuckles lightly on the lid.

She grabbed the knob on the top of the box and raised the hinged lid.  “Ready for some breakfast?”

Morgann looked down to find her new husband’s eyes wide open and glaring at her.

Uncomfortable under the scrutiny of his intense stare, she slammed the lid shut and quickly shoved the box back under the bed.

“I’ll feed you later when you’re in a better mood.”

Posted by Deborah McTiernan
Author of Lilly Noble & Actual Magic
Dares readers to believe in themselves and discover the magic within!