Mirror of Darkness

by Stephanie Campbell

Overview

Sixteen-year-old Charles Clementine is a normal boy. Well, normal except for the fact that he has a genius IQ and wealthy parents. His life is so ideal that he's earned himself the nickname, “Mr. Perfect,” at school. That is until his sister's look-alike is found snooping around his mansion's grounds. She is like his sister in all ways, except for the fact that she's deadly evil. She claims that she's from another dimension and that her sole purpose in life is to kill him. Charles must escape from his sister's deranged body double. Or die trying. Campbell brings her characters to reality in the first of what is the newest dynamic action adventure thriller, filled with mystery, suspense and romance.

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9780615669892
Publisher:	A-Argus Enterprises, Incorporated
Publication date:	06/28/2012
Product dimensions:	5.00(w) x 7.90(h) x 0.80(d)

About the Author

A lot of writers have a shining epiphany where they think, I should be a writer. I never had that. I feel like it's been my dream since the moment I entered this world. My first recollection of writing a full book was when I was eight years old. The librarian took my manuscript, which was written on note pad paper and was barely legible, and placed it on the shelf with all the other books. I was so proud.
By the time I was in Jr. High, I wrote hours daily, mostly fan fiction. I got many comments, and unfortunately, a lot of criticism. I improved. One day, my sister read my work and said, “This is really good. You should write a novel.” I looked at what I felt was a garbled mess and said, “Okay, maybe I will.”
In less than six months, that silly idea turned into a six hundred page book, the first of my trilogy. My sister, my eternal confidant and the person that bucks me up whenever I hit a bought of writer's depression, once again told me how amazing it was. I immediately researched and went after agents. I failed. Some time down the line, after many tears, I got my book published at seventeen by a vanity publisher.
On shaky legs, I propelled myself into the industry, a lost, confused, soft guppy totally unsure of herself but knowing what she wanted to do. I sent out a pathetic amount of query letters. I would have sold my soul for a contract. And then I got a good one. I was shocked. I looked at the long list of books that I have written but had given up on. I can do this, I think. I was going at this all wrong.
I made friends, even got three different internships as an acquisition editor, a line editor and a PR representative. My net working skills got better. I got many publishers. Before I knew what was happening, the tables were turned. By the age of twenty, I had editors and publishers that I loved to work with and who sometimes asked me for more. Now, at twenty-one, I still work hard each and everyday. I want to be a career author. It's always a work in progress, but that's okay. If I ever stop improving, then that will be the day that I stop working.