It’s Kind of Like Harry Potter Meets Twilight

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Hey Guys!

I’m so sorry it’s taken me so long to write another post. It appears the responsibilities of being a full-time college student and business owner has taken over my committment to blogging. I sincerely apologize. That being said I wanted to share with you an expert from my Novel The Truth Unknown. It’s a fantasy type novel.

In my mind it’s kind of like Harry Potter meets Twilight. When I say that I mean there is a magical side sort of like Harry Potter and there is a love triangle like in the Twilight series. I’m super excited about Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2 coming out so it’s only fitting that I should share this with you now 😀 That being said, I want to stress that this is my original work and as such belongs to me. All copyrights, licenses, and permissions are reserved by me, Grace Hatton.

Please don’t steal or adapt because like I said its my work and an expression of my soul. If you are a fellow writer you know how important our writing is to you and I’m sure you wouldn’t want someone stealing your work. If you’re not a writer just appreciate how hard it is to write a novel :). If you steal trust me bad karma is coming your way. That being said below is the expert, it’s the first part of the novel. So let me know what you think and I want to see lots of comments.

I’ve never really known exactly what was wrong with me, granted I did have a rather sordid childhood so maybe that was the source of my craziness. My mother was kidnapped by a psychotic murderer when I was five and even though they never found her body everyone knew she had died in the most brutal way. After that my father shipped me to my first boarding school. My brothers said it was hard for him to look at me because I looked too much like my mother.

The only problem with my dad’s plan was the fact I got kicked out of every single boarding school he sent me to. By my fifteenth birthday I had been kicked out of eight boarding schools. Most teachers agreed that was some kind of record.  According to all the counselors the only place left for me was Heath Hill. Tucked away in the English countryside the 12th century castle was supposed to frighten even the most ill-mannered child.

It was September 15th when my Dad dropped me off at Heath Hill. As always in England the sky was grey and wet. My dad’s green ford focus pulled into the schools grand driveway and I had to admit if nothing else the building scared me. It was far too big, grey and old. The towers seemed far two spiraled for their own good and green moss-covered the stones. In one way it looked as though it was about to fall down but at the same time it looked far too old to ever fall down.

The ford focus pulled past the wrought iron gates of Heath Hill, up the gravel path and finally pulled to a stop in front of the massive oak doors.

“Here we are” my dad sighed

“You know they’ll kick me out eventually I don’t know why you even bother” I muttered.

“Because I need you to be safe” my dad sighed, he always said that. Part of me thought it was because of my mother’s murder and the other part of me thought it was because of my apparent mental illness he wouldn’t talk about.

“I’d be safe at home, but don’t worry you won’t have to see me until half term” I smirked as I got out of the car.  I slammed the door shut and scowled at my Dad. He paused for a second, but then just like every other time he dropped me off at a new school, he turned the car away and drove away. I slowly turned around, the oak doors loomed over me and my heart started to beat faster. The truth was my bad attitude was just a front. I was terrified of myself and what I saw. I had no idea how I saw the things I did or what it meant.

So there is the first little part of my novel and I know right now there doesn’t seem to be magic or romance, but trust me it’s a coming. If I get great responses there will be more. Leave comments and let me know what you think. Feel free to give snippets of your work in the comments bo and I can give you feedback. Let’s make a little writers community.

Until Next Time,

Be Blessed, Stay Strong and Never Give Up

Grace Hatton – Best Selling Teen Author

http://www.gracehatton.com

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