ABOUT THE BOOK:

Author(s): E M McIntyre
Publisher: E M McIntyre
ISBN-10: 1511901829
ISBN-13: 9781310167805
Release Date: April 26, 2015
Category: Young Adult

The Phantom of Faerie Mountain

Synopsis:

A telepathic dog. An ancient prophecy. Two devious faeries. 14 yr old Abby Fletcher must unravel their connection when she is thrown into a world of unknowns after receiving a mysterious message from a frightening beast: The Red King must set me free. Determined to discover the meaning of this puzzling phrase, Abby sets off to explore a nearby Scottish mountainside in search of clues. What Abby doesn't realize, however, is that it's not a matter of where she will find her answers but when. Whisked back to the early 14th century, Abby must find the courage to solve the mystery of the Red King and save not only herself but a group of powerless captives wrapped up in a faerie plot.
5

Moisture clung to the windshield as an eerie blanket of fog enveloped the car, forcing Abby’s sister to bring the vehicle to a crawl. Abby stared into the murky night, releasing a long sigh. We’ll never get back to the cottage at this rate. “Why did Dad have to take such a late train? He knows you don’t like driving home through the Highlands at night,” Abby groaned.

“Quit complaining, Abby. You’re just upset because he’s always traveling up north. You know his obsession with old books; nothing will keep him from adding to his collection.” Sage pulled the car to the side of the road. “We’ll have to stop here for a while. I can’t see anything through this fog… we don’t want to run into any stray sheep.”

Abby flipped the radio on, scanning the few stations that tuned in. Talk radio, bagpipes, and something unrecognizably dreary. Abby turned the radio off and resumed staring into the fog. Sage began one of her usual, annoying rants about how Abby should quit acting so depressed. “Just because we aren’t in the States anymore doesn’t mean your life is over. Wait and see. You’ll make new friends once you start school again.” Sage winked. “Who knows, maybe you’ll even meet a cute Scottish lad.”

Blah, blah, blah, she’s worse than Dad. Abby zoned out her sister’s sermon, concentrating on the fog. The thick soup swirled around the lights from the car, allowing no entry or escape. A ghostly feeling washed over Abby. She eyed her sister, wondering if Sage felt uneasy as well. Sage continued rambling on about how great life would be in Kinloch-Rannoch, oblivious to the form materializing from the fog.

Suddenly, every hair on Abby’s body stood on end. Something green, glowing, and shaggy stepped into the path of the headlights. It walked on four legs like a dog, but it was the size of a tiger. Its unkempt fur looked like wiry wool. Powerful muscles propelled its smooth stride toward the driver’s side door.

Abby looked frantically to her sister. “Sage.” No response. “SAGE.” What’s the matter with her! This isn’t happening, this isn’t happening! Abby shook Sage’s shoulders, realizing that her sister seemed to be in a trance. In desperation, Abby pounded on the horn. At that moment, the creature locked eyes with Abby as if it hadn’t yet noticed her.

Abby drew a deep breath. Close your eyes. If you can’t see it, it can’t see you. Yeah, right, who am I kidding? I’m not five. Abby froze in her seat, following the creature’s movements with her eyes. What IS it? It looks like a giant wolfhound on steroids or something, but I’ve never heard of a green dog, let alone one with glowing, green ooze all over it!

The beast rounded the car, stopping inches from Abby’s door, hot breath snorting from its nostrils, condensing on the window. Bit by bit, Abby turned her head toward the window and willed the quivering of her lip to stop. The creature let out a low, menacing growl. Abby whimpered, “Pl, please don’t hurt us.”

As if in reply, a calm, tingling sensation wrapped itself around Abby’s mind. It was like something, or someone, was inside her head, searching her thoughts for something unknown. Uh…

A gruff, deliberate voice entered her mind: The Red King must set me free.

“Wha, what?” Abby choked in a whisper.

The beast blinked, entering her mind once again. The Red King must set me free.

Abby sat transfixed, hypnotized by the creature’s piercing gaze. She wanted to scream or cry or close her eyes, but she couldn’t look away. After a few moments, the creature raised its head, turned with a snort, and strode back toward the road.

Disappearing into the thick fog, it paused for one purposeful glance back at Abby.

The Red King must set me free.

Then it was gone.

Abby stared in disbelief out the window. Did that really just happen?

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A telepathic dog. An ancient prophecy. Two devious faeries. 14 yr old Abby Fletcher must unravel their connection when she is thrown into a world of unknowns after receiving a mysterious message from a frightening beast: The Red King must set me free. Determined to discover the meaning of this puzzling phrase, Abby sets off to explore a nearby Scottish mountainside in search of clues. What Abby doesn't realize, however, is that it's not a matter of where she will find her answers but when. Whisked back to the early 14th century, Abby must find the courage to solve the mystery of the Red King and save not only herself but a group of powerless captives wrapped up in a faerie plot.

Moisture clung to the windshield as an eerie blanket of fog enveloped the car, forcing Abby’s sister to bring the vehicle to a crawl. Abby stared into the murky night, releasing a long sigh. We’ll never get back to the cottage at this rate. “Why did Dad have to take such a late train? He knows you don’t like driving home through the Highlands at night,” Abby groaned.

“Quit complaining, Abby. You’re just upset because he’s always traveling up north. You know his obsession with old books; nothing will keep him from adding to his collection.” Sage pulled the car to the side of the road. “We’ll have to stop here for a while. I can’t see anything through this fog… we don’t want to run into any stray sheep.”

Abby flipped the radio on, scanning the few stations that tuned in. Talk radio, bagpipes, and something unrecognizably dreary. Abby turned the radio off and resumed staring into the fog. Sage began one of her usual, annoying rants about how Abby should quit acting so depressed. “Just because we aren’t in the States anymore doesn’t mean your life is over. Wait and see. You’ll make new friends once you start school again.” Sage winked. “Who knows, maybe you’ll even meet a cute Scottish lad.”

Blah, blah, blah, she’s worse than Dad. Abby zoned out her sister’s sermon, concentrating on the fog. The thick soup swirled around the lights from the car, allowing no entry or escape. A ghostly feeling washed over Abby. She eyed her sister, wondering if Sage felt uneasy as well. Sage continued rambling on about how great life would be in Kinloch-Rannoch, oblivious to the form materializing from the fog.

Suddenly, every hair on Abby’s body stood on end. Something green, glowing, and shaggy stepped into the path of the headlights. It walked on four legs like a dog, but it was the size of a tiger. Its unkempt fur looked like wiry wool. Powerful muscles propelled its smooth stride toward the driver’s side door.

Abby looked frantically to her sister. “Sage.” No response. “SAGE.” What’s the matter with her! This isn’t happening, this isn’t happening! Abby shook Sage’s shoulders, realizing that her sister seemed to be in a trance. In desperation, Abby pounded on the horn. At that moment, the creature locked eyes with Abby as if it hadn’t yet noticed her.

Abby drew a deep breath. Close your eyes. If you can’t see it, it can’t see you. Yeah, right, who am I kidding? I’m not five. Abby froze in her seat, following the creature’s movements with her eyes. What IS it? It looks like a giant wolfhound on steroids or something, but I’ve never heard of a green dog, let alone one with glowing, green ooze all over it!

The beast rounded the car, stopping inches from Abby’s door, hot breath snorting from its nostrils, condensing on the window. Bit by bit, Abby turned her head toward the window and willed the quivering of her lip to stop. The creature let out a low, menacing growl. Abby whimpered, “Pl, please don’t hurt us.”

As if in reply, a calm, tingling sensation wrapped itself around Abby’s mind. It was like something, or someone, was inside her head, searching her thoughts for something unknown. Uh…

A gruff, deliberate voice entered her mind: The Red King must set me free.

“Wha, what?” Abby choked in a whisper.

The beast blinked, entering her mind once again. The Red King must set me free.

Abby sat transfixed, hypnotized by the creature’s piercing gaze. She wanted to scream or cry or close her eyes, but she couldn’t look away. After a few moments, the creature raised its head, turned with a snort, and strode back toward the road.

Disappearing into the thick fog, it paused for one purposeful glance back at Abby.

The Red King must set me free.

Then it was gone.

Abby stared in disbelief out the window. Did that really just happen?

Native to Minnesota, E M McIntyre immersed herself in the worlds of Xanth and Narnia as a child and dreamed of one day creating her own magical world for others to enjoy. After receiving a Master’s degree in Biology, E M decided the time was right to pursue her true passion of authorship. Her debut YA fantasy novel, The Phantom of Faerie Mountain, is the first of three in the Red King Trilogy. She is currently working on the second installment, The Secret of Berry Brae Circle. When not daydreaming of magic, mystery, and mischievous characters, E M enjoys gardening and spending time with her crazy pack of five Italian greyhounds.

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"Best young audience author since Madeleine L'Engle! One to watch...and read! Already looking forward to the next book!"

"I would recommend that this book is very much situated at the youngest end of the young adult spectrum, with no graphic content that would be unsuitable for its readership. It was wonderful to read a YA tale that didn’t center on a pointless love story, as E.M. McIntyre firmly gives Abby and Rory their own goals and motivations within the plot. The pace of The Phantom Of Faerie Mountain is speedy but vividly descriptive. I particularly enjoyed Rory’s dialect, which enhanced the medieval Scottish setting of most of the novel. The fantasy elements of the story were fascinating and well developed, and I feel that fans of YA fiction are bound to be swept up in the action and puzzlement of the tale. Overall, I’d definitely recommend The Phantom Of Faerie Mountain for readers looking for a non-romantic, action packed plot."
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