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I don’t typically read YA books although I may change that behavior after sinking my chomps into Troubled Spirits by Teri Lee. I enjoy ghost stories and decided to past the YA genre, hoping the writing would not be too juvenile. It wasn’t. Ms. Lee serves up a fun, “spirited” tale for readers of any age. (Sorry, couldn’t resist the pun.)
The story centers around Annie, a young girl forced to change schools and move to a new city after her father dies. She doesn’t really believe in ghosts until she meets Harmony, an amateur paranormal investigator. When they venture to an old abandoned school, a dark entity attaches itself to Annie and soon makes its evil intentions known.
Of course, there’s a sweet romance and sub-plot involving a boy named Drew, and a few guilty feelings that Annie must resolve along the way.
All in all, this was a creepy good ghost story once it picked up the pace. The author offers solid writing, well developed characters and some snappy dialogue, as well as adding a bit of mystery for the reader to unravel. Which leads me to ask . . . “What’s next, Teri Lee?”
Genre: YA Paranormal
Publisher: Black Rose Writing
Date of Publication: August 21, 2014
Number of pages: 220
Word Count: 64,000
Annie Waters hates birthdays. At least she hates her birthdays. Because every year her mother told the story of her grandmother’s ghostly appearance in the delivery room. But the worst birthday was her sixteenth–the day she killed her dad.
Forced to move to Shady Cove, Maine, Annie is drawn deep into the world of the supernatural by her new friend, Harmony. Now, tormented by an angry spirit, Annie has only nine days to unravel the secrets of the Caldwell School or join the spirit world herself
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Annie ran her finger along the edges of the worn brown cover. It was divided into four sections. In the top left corner were lines swirled together. Annie brushed her fingers across the raised lines. “Wind,” she whispered. Then, she slid her fingers over to the next corner, touching the raised flames, and whispered, “Fire.” She continued, moving her hand to the bottom right corner, resting her fingers briefly next symbol. “Earth.” And finally, she moved to the final corner. “Water.”
The pages beneath the cover began to glow and Annie pulled her hand away. When the glow faded, she once again reached for the book. Her hand trembled as she opened it. The handwriting on the yellowed pages was clean and crisp as if it had been penned that very day. She read it out loud. “Book of Spells.”
“Wow,” Drew said. “How did you do that?”
“I don’t know.” Annie looked up at the picture of Melinda. The sadness was gone from her eyes and, for a second, Annie was certain the beautiful witch nodded at her. She looked over at Drew.
“Did you see that?” Drew asked.
Annie nodded and turned the page. To preserve fruit was written at the top, followed by a list: cattail root, rosemary and salt, and then written below it were five lines:
Fruit from the earth
Warmed by the sun,
Fed by the rain
Keep your flesh whole
For the lips of the man
The next page was titled To repel biting insects, followed once again by a list and lines. Annie shivered when she saw the next spell – to punish one’s enemies. She quickly turned to the next page. Suddenly the pages of the book began to flip on their own power. When the pages finally stopped, and she read the words: To banish an evil spirit. She sank into the chair and buried her face in her hands.
Drew dropped down on one knee and rested his hand on the edge of her chair. “What’s the matter, Annie?”
Annie drew a shaky breath and let the events of the past days tumble out. She told him everything. And not just the ghost stuff. She told him about Harmony and Logan, and Mike and Callie, and feeling like a fifth wheel. She watched his face as she spoke, waiting for him to laugh. But he just listened, never taking his eyes off her, and with the exception of the occasional nod of understanding, he didn’t move. She had his undivided attention.
When she finished, she took a shaky breath and wiped away the single tear that trailed down her cheek. “You probably think I’m crazy, don’t you?”
“I think you’ve upset a dangerous spirit.”
Annie breathed a sigh of relief. Drew believed her.
“It’s no accident that Melinda opened the book to this page,” Drew said. “We need to copy this spell down.”
“I didn’t bring anything to write with,” Annie said. Before she’d finished speaking, a piece of parchment, a quill pen and a bottle of ink appeared on the table. Annie jumped out of her chair and backed away from thetable until she reached the wall at the other side of the room. “Where did that come from?” she cried.
Drew took a few steps toward her with his hand held out. “It’s Melinda. She’s just trying to help you.”
Annie looked from Drew to the portrait. “But—but—the paper—the pen–they just appeared—out of nowhere!”
Drew stayed where he was, still reaching out to her. “You don’t have to write the spell down, Annie. Not if you don’t want. We can just leave right now.”
Annie shook her head. “No.” She took a deep breath and stepped forward. “I need to do this.” Her legs shook as she returned to the chair and tentatively reached for the pen. It was smooth and solid. She dipped it into the ink and brought it to the parchment, leaving a trail of black drops on the paper as she silently copied the spell from the book. She didn’t dare read the words aloud.
Annie glanced out the window. The sun was sinking below the tops of the trees. Long shadows reached across the clearing.
Drew followed her gaze, then checked the ink to be sure it was dry. He folded the parchment and tucked it into the pocket of his jeans. “It’s going to be dark soon,” he said and headed toward the door.
As Annie followed him across the room, the leaves that had scattered across the floor earlier suddenly swirled up into a miniature wind funnel and moved past her and out the door, leaving the floor once again clean and neat. At the doorway she turned back to the portrait. “Thank you, Melinda,” she whispered. Then she shut the door and walked with Drew along the stone path.
When they reached the little gate, Drew pushed it open and stepped aside. Even after she passed through, he stood there still holding the gate open, looking down at her. “I’m glad we did this today,” he said.
Annie glanced down at her feet, then back up at him. “Me, too.”
He closed the gate behind them. “I’d like to help you with this ghost business.” He stepped closer to her. “If you’ll let me.”
Annie barely managed to nod. The world spun around her, then faded away as she lost herself in his deep brown eyes. And in that moment, all that mattered to her was Drew. She lifted her face to him as he leaned closer, his eyes locked with hers. But instead of kissing her, he brushed the back of his hand against her face and whispered, “Promise you won’t do anything without me.”
Annie’s skin tingled beneath his fingers. “I promise,” she said.
And then the spell was broken as Drew stepped away. “Well, we better getting going,” he said and started across the field.
About the Author:
Teri Lee is the author of Troubled Spirits, a YA paranormal novel. Growing up in Maine, Teri spent hours exploring in the woods with her friends dreaming up places like ‘Land of the Lost’, ‘Trouble Hill’, and ‘Paradise’. If she wasn’t in the woods, you’d find her lost in a book. And today not much has changed. She’s still dreaming up imaginary places, getting lost in a book, and sometimes lost in the woods. When she’s not writing you’ll find her saving lives and rescuing splinters in the ER.