Title: Daughter
of the Song
Author: Eliza
Tilton
Genre: YA
Paranormal
Hosted by: Lady
Amber’s PR
Blurb:
A dark secret. A taboo love. A war upon the living.
After being
kidnapped by occultists, Arabella Grace and her family move to the mining town
of Port Tablot to forget the horror they experienced in England. With scars
adorning her body, Arabella searches for peace by hiding within her songs.
But Port Tablot has
its own demons. As the dead leave their domain, a spark of magic awakens within
Arabella, and her songs have the power to stop the creatures from hurting
anyone she loves, including the quirky boy Leo she's falling for ... if she's
willing to make a sacrifice.
With the powerful
words of her songs, Arabella must fight the wave of undead and stop the necromancer
who's raising them ... or it won't just be her home that falls in to a pit of
ghosts.
Start reading the
first book in the Unholy Magic Saga and get lost in a YA Paranormal
Romance series that takes place in Victorian England and has a gothic twist.
Perfect for fans of Victoria Schwab and Holly Black.
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Bestselling author Eliza Tilton, graduated from Dowling College with a BA in
Visual Communications. When she's not arguing with excel at her day job,
chasing after four kids, or playing video games, she's writing.
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“You shouldn’t
walk anymore.” Whitish scars surrounded her legs, circles within circles and
stars. Lettering. It all looked chaotic yet expertly traced. I wanted to touch the
raised skin and ask how. How could anyone do this to her?
“What happened
to you?”
She flattened
her dress to cover herself more, leaving only the area with the wound open.
“It’s nothing.”
I took the
cloth and rewrapped it on her thigh “You don’t have to lie to me. You don’t
have to talk about it neither. I just . . .” I lifted my gaze to see her face.
“I want you to know, I think you’re beautiful and you don’t need to hide any
part of yourself, ever.”
Her lip
trembled as her eyes brimmed with tears. “I don’t feel beautiful anymore. I
used to. I used to love my life and everything in it, but when those men took
me.” Her words ended in a flood of tears.
“Hey.” I
scooted between her legs and grasped her face with my hands, wiping her tears
away with my fingers. “I’m sorry I brought it up. I can’t imagine the horrors
you endured.”
She closed her
eyes, sniffling. “I wish I could just forget. No one lets me. My family treats
me as this fragile butterfly who’s broken and if she’s set free, she’ll die in
an instant.”
The ground rumbled, and I knew our moment was ending. “Whatever happens after today, know that those scars don’t define you, and one day you’ll be free of them.”
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