Blurb/Sypnosis:
Ella thought that going to the ballet was the worst thing she has ever had to do and that was BEFORE she discovered that the dancers on stage were actually a bunch of reanimated corpses controlled by the evil necromancer Albertino.
NOW she has to go to his studio and find and destroy his talisman to save the trapped souls all by herself; since the only other medium she knows, her grandmother, is “too old to run around all day chasing talismans.” And the talisman in question? It sits on Albertino’s big fat finger.
Unfortunately, Ella will learn that the corpses under his control are capable of more than just dancing.
Read an excerpt from NECRODANCER:
As the lights in the centre dimmed, I felt a fluttering in my stomach. The music started and I felt the little hairs on my arms stick up. I looked up at Gran to ask what was going on but she looked just as anxious as I felt. She was looking back at me with wide eyes.
‘What is this?’ she mouthed.
The curtain started rising and I felt a familiar pulling in my chest. My heart was racing and I knew exactly what was happening. This was how I felt when there were dead bodies around. Someone must have just died in the centre.
Gran must have figured it out at the same time as I did because we both jumped out of our seats to look for the body.
No – make that bodies.
The feeling was so strong; there was no way that this was coming from just one.
Oblivious to how ridiculous I must have looked, I ran through the row of seats while Gran took off in the opposite direction.
We darted up the aisles, looking under the seats, looking anywhere we could think of. There must have been at least a dozen dead bodies in the room and that’s not usually the kind of thing that’s hard to spot. The other audience members started complaining,
‘Sit down!’
‘It’s started!’
Frozen in the middle of the aisles, we looked at each other in disbelief. How were we the only ones who knew there were a whole bunch of corpses in the room?
The music was growing louder now and we turned our focus toward the stage to see that the dancing had started.
The ballerinas performed with perfect technique and grace but their eyes were filled with despair.
They weren’t just beautiful and elegant.
They were dead.
Thank you, Joanne, for sharing the cover and excerpt from NECRODANCER with us this morning. What could be better than a girl and her gran and ballet and ghosts to get us moving into a way-out weekend! I have my copy of NECRODANCER and I plan to read it Sunday when the weather here returns to frigid. We at Vision and Verse wish you continued success in all your writing endeavors. Come back and see us again.
ReplyDeleteHugs,
Carol