Don't Die, Dragonflyby Linda Joy Singleton
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After getting kicked out of school and sent to live with her grandmother, Sabine Rose is determined to become a "normal" teenage girl. She hides her psychic powers from everyone, even from her grandmother Nona, who also has "the gift." Having a job at the school newspaper and friends like Penny-Love, a popular cheerleader, have helped Sabine fit in at her new school. She has even managed to catch the eye of the adorable Josh DeMarco.
Yet, Sabine can't seem to get the bossy voice of Opal, her spirit guide, out of her head . . . or the disturbing images of a girl with a dragonfly tattoo. Suspected of a crime she didn't commit, Sabine must find the strength to defend herself and, later, save a friend from certain danger.
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"Don't do what?" Manny's beaded dreadlocks
rattled as he turned from his computer
screen to face me. "Sabine, is this dragonfly girl
"Of course not." My heart pounded, but I
kept my voice calm as I glanced up from the article
I was proofreading. School had ended, and
except for our teacher, we were the only ones left
in the computer lab. "You asked for prediction
suggestions and I made up some. If you don't like
my ideas, come up with your own."
"It's just a weird thing to say-even for my
Mystic Manny column."
"Use it or don't. Whatever." I leaned forward so
my blond hair fell, partially concealing my face. If
Manny discovered my secret, everything would be
"Help me here, okay?" He held out his hands.
"My column goes to press in thirty minutes."
"Use your psychic powers to figure it out."
"Yeah, right." He snorted. "I don't believe that
crap any more than you do."
I gripped my red pencil tightly. "But your readers
"Nah, most of them know it's just a big joke.
'Manny the Mystic knows all and tells all.' Ha! If I
could predict the future, you think I'd waste my
time at school? No way! I'd pick lottery numbers
and predict a sunny future of wealth, women, and
"Get over yourself already." I checked my watch.
"And you have just twenty-seven minutes till deadline."
"Beany, you're one cruel girl."
"Coming from you, I'll take it as a compliment.
And don'tcall me Beany."
"Most girls would be flattered if I gave them a
"I'm not most girls. And you have twenty-six
minutes now." I flipped through last week's edition
of the Sheridan Shout-Out. My job was copy editor,
not columnist. Working on commas and misspelled
words suited my new image: helpful and
orderly. After my problems at my last school, it
was a huge relief to blend in like I was normal.
And being on the newspaper made me part of
Sheridan High's "In Crowd" without having to reveal
much about myself-a great arrangement I
wasn't about to risk. Next time Manny asked for
help, I'd shout out a big "NO!"
But Manny didn't give up so easily. He pushed
his dreads back from his forehead and then
scrunched up his face into a pitiful expression.
"Come on, Sabine. You have the best ideas. The
part about a girl with a dragonfly tattoo-genius.
Really, it's a great image-my readers will eat it
up. But I can't just say 'Don't do it' without
knowing what 'it' is."
It. It. It. The word pounded like a headache and
I felt that familiar dizziness. Vivid colors flashed in
my head: crimson red swirling with neon black.
And I heard a wild flapping of wings. Warning of
Not again, I thought anxiously. I hadn't had a
vision since moving to Sheridan Valley, and I'd figured
I was through with the weirdness. No longer
the freak who knew things before they happened
yet had no power to change them.
The dizziness worsened, and I fought for control.
Stumbling, I grabbed the edge of a table so I
From faraway I heard Manny's voice asking
what was wrong, then the lights in the classroom
flickered and the drone of computers faded to a
Everything was dark, as if I were swimming in a
murky sea at night. Then a light sparked and grew
brighter and brighter, taking the shape of a girl.
She was stunning, with waves of jet-black hair and
olive skin that glistened like sea mist.
She lifted her hand to the sky, and a tiny purple-
black creature with iridescent wings and quiv-
ering antennae fluttered to her wrist. A dragonfly.
She smiled and caressed the wings. But her smile
froze in horror as the creature changed, becoming
a fanged monster that sank its sharp teeth into her
smooth skin. Blood spurted, swelling like a tide.
The girl opened her mouth to cry for help, but
there only a rush of crimson waves, then she sank
out of sight.
No, no! I tried to scream. But I was helpless to
save her, caught in a dark current of despair that
pulled me down, down, into a pool of blood.
* * *
Gasping for breath, I blinked and saw Manny's
black eyes staring at me with concern. The dizziness
passed and my head cleared. "Huh?" I murmured.
"Are you sick or something?" he asked.
Lights grew bright again and I realized I was still
clutching the table. I relaxed my grip. "I'm fine."
Manny gently touched my shoulder. "You don't
look fine. What's wrong?"
"Nothing. Just tired." My breath came fast.
"But you're all trembling."
"Guess that test in calculus wiped me out." I
managed a shaky laugh. "I- I just remembered
someplace I have to go."
"Sorry! Talk to you later."
Then I fled-running as if flocks of winged
demons chased after me.
By the time I made a sharp left on Lilac Lane,
an unpaved, rutted road, the dark images had faded.
Still, I was left with a stark fear.
When I slipped through the iron gate of Nona's
driveway, my fears eased. The weathered yellow
house had been my touchstone since I was little, a
haven where nothing could get me. I loved Nona's
cozy farmhouse, with its big wraparound porch,
rambling red barn, cows, goats, horses, chickens,
dogs, and cats.
Ten acres of tangled woods stretched far behind
the pasture, bumping up against new developments.
Sheridan Valley used to be a quiet farming town,
but its central location made it an easy commute to
Stockton or Sacramento and the population had
skyrocketed. Still, it maintained a slow pace and
country charm, and I'd been truly happy since moving
here. Even with upscale houses squeezing in
from both sides, Nona's home was my paradise.
And there was Nona. Crouched on her knees in
the garden, a wide straw hat shading her deeplined
face. She'd done so much for me: taking me
in when my parents sent me away, holding me
tight to heal the hidden hurts.
Watching her tend her garden, I longed to rush
into her comforting arms. She knew all about visions
and predictions. She would understand my
anxiety more than anyone. But I couldn't confide
in her-because of the lie.
Sighing, I avoided Nona by doubling around to
the back of the house. Since there was no one I
could talk to, I'd purge my demons with loud music
and a bath of scented bubbles.
As I hurried up the wooden steps, chickens
squawked out of my way and a white cat with
mismatched eyes regarded me solemnly.
"Don't give me that look, Lilybelle. I've had a
bad day and I don't need any of your attitude." I
patted her silky fur and pushed open the screen
There was an odd scent in the air-musty and a
little wild. As I made my way through the laundry
room and kitchen, I tried to identify the unfamiliar
odor. It reminded me of a sunny morning after a
summer storm. Fresh, light, but also a little sultry.
Had Nona concocted a new herbal carpet freshener?
She only used natural cleaners and remedies
like crushed pine needle shampoo, goat's milk soap,
and a honey rose-petal elixir for sore throats. The
smell grew stronger as I walked down the narrow
hall, which was decorated with family pictures:
Mom as a baby, my parents on their wedding day,
and portraits of Nona's three deceased husbands.
A sloshing sound stopped me cold.
From the bathroom. But that wasn't possible.
Nona and I lived alone.
I started down the hall, but then doubled back
to the kitchen to grab a broom-not that I'd need
a weapon, but it wouldn't hurt. Holding it out in
front of me like a sword, I moved cautiously down
the hall. The bathroom door was open a crack, and
through it I could see the sink, filled to the top
with water. And perched on the silver faucet was a
large bird. A falcon! Why was a falcon taking a
bath in my sink?
But the bird wasn't alone.
When I saw the shadowy figure by the hamper, I
was so startled I dropped my broom. The bird
screeched and ruffled its powerful wings. Before I
could scream, the shadowed person lunged for me.
He slapped one arm across my shoulders and
clamped down over my mouth with the other hand.
"Shush!" he ordered in a harsh whisper. "Don't
make a sound."
I struggled, hitting and jabbing with my elbows.
But his grip was firm. He dragged me away from
the bathroom. My shock switched to anger. How
dare this guy attack me in my own home! I kicked
him in leg as hard as I could.
He grunted with pain. "Cut it out!" he cried.
I kicked again, and when he jerked back, his
hand over my mouth loosened, so I bit down.
"HEY! That hurt!"
"Good!" I squirmed and slipped out of his
grasp. "I hope I drew blood."
"Geez, you bite worse than a badger." He sucked
his injured hand. "Nona was way off when she told
me about you."
I backed against a wall. "You know my grandmother?"
"Why else would I be here?"
"You tell me! And what's with the bird?" Hugging
myself, I stared, really seeing him for the first
time. He was youngish, maybe seventeen or eighteen.
He was a few inches taller than I was, maybe
five-foot-ten. He was wiry, with muscular arms,
sandy-brown hair and eyes like silver-blue mirrors.
His jeans were dark, and he wore an unbuttoned,
brown flannel shirt over a faded blue T-shirt.
"He's a falcon, and he got oil on his wings, so I
brought him inside to clean up. Sorry if I scared
you," he said.
"I wasn't scared."
"I didn't want you to startle Dagger." He glanced
toward the bathroom where I heard a soft swish of
"You own a falcon?"
"Wild creatures can't be owned. But he trusts
me. If you'd screamed, he would have panicked
and hurt himself. Hey, relax. I'm not going to attack
"Oh, thanks," I said sarcastically. "I am so reassured.
What do you call what just happened? A
"Hey, I'm the one bleeding." He held out his
hand, where a reddish half circle of teeth marks
contrasted his tanned skin. Blood trickled from the
I ignored his hand and gave him a sizzling look.
"Explain yourself," I demanded. "What are you
"I invited him."
Whirling around, I saw Nona. She still wore her
wide-brimmed straw hat and there was a smudge
of dirt on her cheek.
"You- You did?" I stammered. "But why?"
"Dominic is going to stay here to help with repairs
and care for the animals."
"Why hire someone? I can help you."
"Not in the way he can. So stop scowling and
welcome him, Sabine." Nona smiled. "Dominic is
part of our family now."
Meet the Author
With plots involving twins, cheerleaders, ghosts, psychics and clones, Linda Joy Singleton has published over 25 midgrade and YA books.
When she's not writing, she enjoys life in the country with a barnyard of animals including horses, cats, dogs and pigs. She especially loves to hear from readers and speaking at schools and libraries. She collects vintage series books like Nancy Drew, Trixie Belden and Judy Bolton.
When Linda is asked why she'd rather write for kids than adults, she says, "I love seeing the world through the heart of a child, where magic is real and every day begins a new adventure. I hope to inspire them to reach for their dreams. Writing for kids is a gift, a responsibility, and an honor."
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I am well aware that that is a lot of exclamation points, but I don't care. It's my little way of making a point. Linda Joy Singleton has created the best book ever. I refer to it always. When something mentions the book or something I learned from the book and it was wrong, I instantly correct them. Sabine is my favorite character of all time. She is funny, pretty, smart. I also love the Dead Girl series. I'll read anything by Linda Joy Singlton. Everyone should. Thank you so0o0o0o much for the wonderful stories.
I love this seires its great!!
This is a must read for all never give up on the book!
I have now read rh whole series except for the sixth one. Iloved all of them.
Sabine is a terrific character in the first of this paranormal series. Be sure to read all 6 books!
meet Sabine who recently got kicked out of her old school for predicting a death. Now she's hiding that she's a seer and lives at her grandmothers'. Sabine's spirit guide Opal is telling her about a girl with a dragonfly tattoo who is trying to commit suicide?(I haven't read this book in a LONG time) Can Sabine save her? Or will once again another death she predicted will happen? FIRST BOOK IN THE SEER SERIES
i totally recommend this series to whoever. it is about a girl trying to hide her secret (she's psychic!) from her friends. it is really enjoyable and fun. its funny AND scary. i recommend the entire series and i cant wait for the next one to come out, and the spin-off series about sabine's friend, thorn. i also recommend gilda joyce: psychic investigator by jennifer allison, premonitions by jude watson, dead is the new black by marlene perez, tattoo by jennifer lynn barnes, and the mediator series by meg cabot.
Great Book for Young Readers Review brought to you by Annabell Don’t Die Dragonfly ventures into the world of psychics. Sabine is sent to live with her grandmother, Nona, after a boy at her school dies. Sabine is trying to just fit in and ignore her psychic ability. Her mother barely recognizes her existence since Sabine was exiled from home and Sabine just wants to escape the past. She wants to be a normal teenager with friends and hopefully, finally get a boyfriend. To Sabine’s surprise, she not only finds her best friend in the popular cheerleader, Penny Love, but has also attracted one of the most sought after boys in the school, Josh. But one day as Sabine is working on the school newspaper, visions of a girl with a dragonfly tattoo covered with blood starts to plague her every waking hour. She knows she can’t just ignore the visions. Someone is in danger and she needs to make sure, this time, the girl in her visions doesn’t die. But Sabine also ends up being accused of a crime she did not commit. To top it all off, Nona has a new guy move in, Dominic. He may be drooling sexy but Sabine doesn’t trust him. She knows Nona is keeping secrets from her but before Sabine can get to the bottom of that, she has to clear her name and save a girl from certain death. Don’t Die Dragonfly was a pretty fast paced and smooth read. The book is short, only two hundred and thirteen pages. It’s not mind blowing or filled with many plot twists, but was a cute read. There is a wonderful cast of characters in this book. Josh is your typical boy next door: sweet, kind, and adorable. Dominic is the best character of the novel but he isn’t as explored as much as I would have liked. He is very mysterious, sexy, and has a really neat gift. He also has a very tragic past. There is only a small mention of it in this book but I presume it will be explored in later novels. Penny-Love is relatable but is a little bit full of herself. I really enjoyed Mannie, the editor of the newspaper. He was funny and even though he was arrogant, it wasn’t annoying, he still managed to be a hottie of a character. Thron was also one my favorite character. She isn’t afraid to be different. She is a bold and carries herself with strength. Sabine grew as a character through her friendship with Thorn. But the main character, Sabine is too predictable. She is sweet and loving, but is difficult to relate to since she is obsessed with doing the right thing and makes too many obvious mistakes. She is also debating herself over her own ability and seems to suffer from a great deal of insecurity in her own gifts. The suspense and tension in the book are well done. Since Sabine is dating the most popular guy in school, she is even more worried about having her gifts as a psychic. She doesn’t feel she can tell him and even worse, his best friend Evan, top football player at the school, isn’t all too happy Josh is dating her. Something I really liked about Don’t Die Dragonfly is the message it presents to young adult readers and especially, to girls. Singleton does a beautiful job of bringing the heavy laden topic of suicide to a young audience without making the story or characters too over dramatic or preachy in any way. To find out more about The Seer Series and more books by author Linda Joy Singleton, check out her site here. This review and more at openbooksociety dot com
We had a athor's writing contest at my school and Lind Joy Singleton was the athor who was juding the short story books!! :) So you won't belive it I won! :D P.S. she signed my books that I bout from her!!!!!!!!!!!! ;) I can't belive I meet her!!! :)
Dont Die Dragonfly is a great book for young adults. Great twist of mystery,suspence and fantasy! I encorage all teen and tweens to read!
Wonderful book and wonderful series. This is the first book is a series of 6. From the first book I was captured in the world of Sabine Rose. I finished the first book that i got from the library and rush right to the book store to but this book and its following books. Linda Joy Singleton knows how to pull you in and keep you there.
Don't Die, Dragonfly is a verry fun book to read. The characters are really attaching. I think Sabine is a realy typical teen because she whants to fit in at all cost and she has a crush on the cutest guy of the school. But at the same time she is one of a kind. First of all she has the gift of seeing ghost but it scares her and makes her feel like a freak so she denies her gift. Then there is the fact that she is liked by the cheerleaders But an other thing I've noticed is that her name is similar to "Sabine ross" from rouge poison by Michèle Marineau
Sabine is sent to live with her grandma. Tired of feeling like an outcast she decides to keep her psychic powers to herself,even from the one person who can help her-her grandma. When she get's a job in her school's newspaper,being friends with popular cheerleader Penny love, and when Josh DeMarco starts to show more interest in her, she finally feels normal and fit's in. But everyday she's reminded she cannot be normal because she can never get her bossy sprit guide, Opal out of her mind or the the mysterious girl with the Dragon tatoo.
Sabine is a typical high school girl with a not-so-typical psychic gift. Like most 16-year-olds in that awkward stage, she’s underdeveloped (no boobs) and acts like a giddy fool in front of her crush. When I first started reading this, it reminded me of those Goosebumps book series I was so into growing up, with scenes drawn out of bedtime stories that had monsters in the closet and whatnot; then, as I continued, it transcended into something more like those Sweet Valley High books I used to always avoid, with girls right out the movie, Clueless. As if! Sabine has to struggle with wanting to do the right thing, but not being branded a freak. Like Buffy, she wants to be the popular girl dating the cute guy and participate in high school activities, like the prom; she does not want to have to chase unknown demons with a power she neither wants nor knows how to use. Sabine wants to ignore the visions she’s having and be “in love” with her guy. Quite frankly, I’ve always been repulsed by “teenage love”—so sickening and stupid, and often resulting in PDA’s (Public Displays of Affection.) Who counts the seconds of togetherness? “Oh, we’ve been together for 2 weeks-8 days-and-6 ½ hours”—Gag! When Sabine eventually finds herself in a grueling mess, she must force herself to open up and use her powers to find a way out. For me, this was where it got exciting, as I’ve always had a fascination with seers and psychic gifts. I especially loved how there was more than one character with a special gift. Although the ending left me in a quandary because of the cliffhanger, it was still a quick read you can get through in one night. I may have to get the second book in this series just to find out what was in that box.
Worth a read