In the heart-pounding sequel to M. Sasinowski's award-winning Heir of Ra, Alyssa's wit and resolve—and sanity—are put to the test once again.
ALYSSA THOUGHT HER FIGHT WAS OVER. SHE WAS WRONG.
The memories come unbidden.
Plagued by visions from the past, Alyssa struggles to discern myth from reality.
Desperate to uncover the truth about her ancestry and her mother's tragic disappearance, Alyssa must reunite with old friends—and old foes—to discover that her only hope lies in a secret world, hidden in plain sight.
Praise for the Blood of Ra Trilogy:
"fast-paced and enthralling... marvelous plot... thought-provoking and ingenious... well-written and engaging story... Heir of Ra is most highly recommended." -Readers' Favorite (5/5 Stars)
"Sasinowski creates captivating action and an empowered central character... engaging adventure... combining fantasy, history, mystery, and a touch of romance." -Kirkus Reviews
"A thrilling adventure for explorers of all ages." -Bestsellersworld.com
"I had more fun reading Heir of Ra than any book so far this year. M. Sasinowski has conjured a cast of wonderfully realized characters and set them off on an adventure that spools out at a break-neck pace. Read it!" -Philip Athans, New York Times best-selling author of Annihilation and Writing Monsters
About the Author
Some say that M. Sasinowski writes until 4 am… fueled by a single cup of decaf coffee. Others say this Polish-born American hyper-nerd absorbs energy from late-night TV space shows. No matter the truth… he’s my dad. He will never be cool.
He loves archaeology, Star Wars/Trek, martial arts (especially women who kick butt), and impromptu father/daughter (that’s me! :) science debates or music jam-sessions. He’s kind of smart, I suppose (he has a physics PhD, and an MD, or whatever) and likes to build computers for fun.
His teenage daughter (that’s me! :) is occasionally a handful to deal with and also served as the inspiration for the main character in his debut young adult novel Heir of Ra.
You may recognize him from his glorious hair or his tendency to do the “vacuum cleaner” dance to embarrass his daughter (that’s me… :(.
If you ever see this man, approach with care and greet him in a language he understands, like in Klingon or, better yet, in Wookie.