Psi Another Day

Psi Another Day

by D.R. Rosensteel


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By day, I'm just another high school girl who likes lip gloss. But by night I'm a Psi Fighter—a secret guardian with a decade of training in the Mental Arts. And I'm about to test those skills in my first battle against evil.


When I was six, the Walpurgis Knights, our deadliest enemy, murdered my parents. The Psi Fighters put me into hiding, and all traces of my existence evaporated. Then I went through the most accelerated Psi Fighter training possible. And now I go to your school.


Unfortunately, so do the bad guys. My parents' killer has sent his apprentice to infiltrate the school to find me. And everyone is a potential suspect, even irresistible new kid, Egon, and my old nemesis-turned-nice-guy, Mason. Fingers crossed I find the Knight before he finds me…

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781622660421
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC
Publication date: 05/06/2014
Series: Psi Fighter Academy Series
Pages: 352
Product dimensions: 5.30(w) x 8.10(h) x 1.00(d)
Age Range: 12 - 18 Years

About the Author

D. R. Rosensteel is a research consultant who had no intention of writing anything but technical papers describing his theories of metaphysical psychometry. But when a hoodied teen showed him a device that turned her thoughts into weapons, and told him about a secret society of protectors who trained her in their underground Academy, he knew her story had to be written.

Rosensteel has put his research on hold to document the adventures of a girl whose face he's never seen and whose real name he'll never know.

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Psi Another Day

A Psi Fighter Academy Novel

By D.R. Rosensteel, Guillian Helm, Stacy Abrams

Entangled Publishing, LLC

Copyright © 2014 D. R. Rosensteel
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-62266-043-8


Murder Me Elmo

My life changed forever the night the stalker came to town, although I didn't realize it at the time. I say came to town, but I know now it was someone who had been there all along. I actually had no intention of getting involved. I thought the cops had it covered. They spotted some guy all over the city dressed up in funny costumes. Clowns, rock stars, flamboyant dinosaurs. People thought it was an advertising stunt until he tried to pull a little girl into his creeper van. Luckily, she screamed and the neighbors came running. Squad cars showed up, but he disappeared without a trace. It was all over the news, and the whole town was put on alert. Police patrols were everywhere. Even that didn't stop him. He showed up a few days later at my little sister's elementary school.

That's where I drew the line. Little sisters, especially mine, were off limits for creeps. The police were in over their heads, so I decided they needed a specialist to step in. The guy was obviously no ordinary stalker.

Fortunately, I'm no ordinary teenager. My name is Rinnie Noelle. I'm a Psi Fighter. We protect the innocent, kind of like Batman. But we don't do capes. Capes are for weirdos.

Andy and the Kilodan said I wasn't ready. Andy is my mentor and favorite sparring partner. He's like a big brother to me — overprotective and annoying, but in a sweet way. The Kilodan is the Psi Fighters' leader, you know, like Captain America is the Avengers' leader? Except that the Kilodan doesn't actually have a name. He's just "the Kilodan." And he's always masked. I've known him since I was six, but I've never seen his face. He's really big on secret identities.

They wanted me to fix the problems at my high school instead of taking down the stalker. Major, fly-catching yawn. Don't get me wrong. The drugs and violence at school are beyond annoying. But what crime fighter wants to put bullies in detention when she can save the world from nefarious villains? I wanted to test my skills on bigger trouble.

Long story short, I got permission to be Andy's backup on this mission. Something told me there was more to this stalker than there appeared to be. I had no evidence, just a feeling. Turns out, I was right. Feelings are my specialty.

* * *

I slipped through Sinclair Park, masked and armored, and feeling a little freaky. Not from the outfit. That was awesome. The high-tech mask, midnight blue hood with matching tabard, and formfitting body armor made me all but indestructible. But Sinclair Park was an eerie place. It started out as a cemetery during the Revolutionary War. All sorts of famous dead people were buried there. Then, some rich family bought it in the 1950s and built a playground in the middle of it. They apparently didn't see a problem mixing toys with tombs. Monkey bars, sandbox, freshly dug grave ... maybe I'm weird, but that creeped me out. A little too much Mr. Rogers meets Stephen King for my taste. The Kilodan insisted we'd find the stalker there. How he knew, I didn't have a clue, but he had this annoying way of always being right.

As the twilight sky darkened, I reached my observation point, a high-tech mausoleum at the edge of the woods. Yes, I said mausoleum. Andy took some poor soul's gateway to the Great Beyond and turned it into a surveillance center. I love Andy, but seriously, normal was not his style.

Floodlights clicked on with a low hum down by the playground, startling me. I quickly touched the bronze nameplate, calmed my mind, and concentrated. The door slid open and I slipped through. It closed silently behind me the moment I cleared the opening. The inside was about ten by twelve, and well lit for a final resting place. Reminded me of something out of Dark Shadows. The granite bench where the coffin was supposed to go sat in the center. It had been converted to a sofa. No way was I sitting there. A pinball machine with a picture of Elvis Presley in a black leather jacket with black leather wristbands, playing a brown and gold guitar, sat in the far corner. Four bronze doors were bolted to the long marble wall behind the couch. They were labeled, from left to right, "1956 — Got Famous," "1959 — Made Fried Squirrel Famous," "1973 — Made Hawaii Famous," "1977 — Left the Building." They had Andy written all over them.

I hit a button on my armor. All four bronze doors slid upward and disappeared into the ceiling, revealing high-resolution monitors. They flashed to life, displaying the woods and playground across the long back wall like a mural.

If you've never hunted a ferocious stalker from inside a high-tech tomb, I don't recommend it. There were no rotting corpses or rattling skeletons, but there were spiders. I hate spiders. I was covered from head to toe in a space age fabric so strong it made Kevlar look like cheap aluminum foil, but I'd have gladly traded it for a good old-fashioned can of Raid.

I stared through the mausoleum's monitors out onto a scene that made my spider-infested sepulcher seem even spookier. Sinclair Park is built on a wooded hillside, with a little valley slashed right down the middle. The cemetery lies at the top of the valley, and the playground is at the bottom. When the sun goes down, it looks like something out of a horror movie. Not the new kind, where the vampires are hot. The old kind, where they have bloodstained fangs and smell like road kill on an August afternoon. Mist flowed down from the trees like a shadowy stream, washing eeriness from the tombstones and depositing it on the playground in the hollow below. If a werewolf (again, the scary kind, not the kind that looks awesome with no shirt) had stalked across the lawn, it totally wouldn't have surprised me.

In the midst of that Tim Burton-ish setting, a small group of children played. Sans parents. What was up with that? You'd think after a series of creeper sightings, there would be parents. And even if the whole town hadn't been freaked out by a rampant stalker, what kind of mother lets her child play alone in a cemetery after dark? Even birds guard their young. And they have smooth brains.

"Sound," I said. Instantly, the clamor of children laughing and playing came across the mausoleum's hypersensitive audio receivers. The floodlights cast an eerie yellow glow around the children. I scanned the tree line for what seemed an eternity. Nothing. No vampires, no werewolves, no stalkers. As first missions went, this one was rating a low five. If there had been a full moon, I might have given it a six. Andy's voice echoed over my mask's radio. "This could get very dangerous, very quickly."

"Hey, 'Danger' is my middle name. Grave danger. Get it?"

"This isn't practice, sweetheart."

I scanned the monitors, but couldn't find Andy. Trees, swings, monkey bars, kids. No masked vigilante. "What good is all this high-tech bad guy hunting gadgetry if I can't see you on it?"

"Hold on," Andy's voice came back. "Look now."

An orange-ish glow appeared on the monitor. It took the shape of a stick figure waving. I said, "Enhance," into my mask's microphone. The stick figure blurred and refocused. Andy popped onto the screen with amazing clarity, dressed in his bone-white mask and black armor. "Where were you?"

"I came out of Shimmer."

Shimmer is like stealth mode. A nice feature Andy built into our armor.

"Forgot your cloak of invisibility?"

"Get serious. This guy is deadly."

Normally, Andy is a total goof, so his uncharacteristically somber mood caught me off guard. This was my first real mission, but it's not like I'm a total newb. I pressed a button on the side of my mask. Low voltage current tickled my throat, and I felt my vocal cords thicken. "So am I," I said, pleased with the venomous sound of my electronically altered voice.

"This is not a game!" Andy's voice was stern. "Children's lives are at stake. Stick to the plan."

The plan was for Andy to capture the stalker without any witnesses. My job was to watch him while Andy took him down. Okay, sticking to the plan. Slight problem, though. "I don't see him."


I tapped my mask. "Do you see him?"

"You're breaking up. Switch to infrared. Look along the tree line. By the big oak."

"Red," I said. The monitors instantly glowed with night vision. I scanned the trees above the playground. There he was, just like Andy said. He lurked about fifty yards from the children, outside the range of the floodlights, hiding himself in the shadows of a massive oak. "Enhance. Zoom." Wow. The ghoulish night vision didn't do the stalker justice. Once the high res color enhancers zoomed in on him, I got a close-up I wasn't quite ready for. I only saw the back of his head, but that guy had some serious fashion issues. His hair was huge, bright red, and looked like he had used a ten million volt Taser for a straightener. Had to be a mask. "What's he dressed like this time?"

"Not close enough to tell." Andy's figure moved swiftly across the monitor. "I'm switching back to Shimmer. Keep your eyes open. He'll be out of my line of sight for two minutes. I'm coming in from the north. Warn me if anyone heads his way. And don't move. No matter what. Got it?" Andy vanished from the screen.

"Got it." Suddenly, I couldn't see the stalker. I quickly scanned the monitors, but found nothing with weird hair. "Wide," I said, switching out of night vision into wide mode. Only trees. "Red," I said, as panic started to set in. The screen went back to night vision, and I saw movement. "Enhance. Zoom." The sicko was back in view, slinking nearer to the children, careful to stay in the shadows. He settled into a small recess in the landscape surrounded by heavy brush and trees. The perfect hiding spot — impossible to see from the playground. This guy was good.

"He moved," I said.

Andy didn't respond.

"Andy. Fetch."

No response.

The red-haired creeper stooped behind another huge tree and set something on the ground at the edge of the recess. Suddenly, an eerie children's song I only half-recognized piped across the mausoleum's speakers. A little girl looked up from the sandbox. Not good.

"Andy, you gotta move now!" Static crackled and died, and fresh panic hit me like an avalanche. I scanned the tree line, but Andy was nowhere to be seen. Normally, that wouldn't bother me. Andy practically invented the art of stealth. Nobody could see him if he didn't want them to, even without his uniform's Shimmer mode. But he was relying on me, and I was not going to let a single one of those children disappear.

"Andy, if you can hear me, I'm going in."

I touched the hidden latch on the mausoleum's marble wall. It rolled open, and the smell of wet leaves gushed in. The evening had a slight chill, moist with the drifting fog.

As I bolted from my hideout toward the red-haired freak, darting silently between the trees, panic gave way to excitement. This was almost too easy. The Kilodan was wrong — I was ready. I had trained ten years for this. I grinned beneath my mask. That freak's stalking days were officially over. I moved in behind him like the mist. Slowing my pace, I eased myself so close I could smell him. Gross. Just to be safe, I drew my Amplifier.

The weirdo stood icily still, watching the little girl on the playground, unaware that if he backed up, he'd trip over me. His breathing was slow and calculating. Head and shoulders taller than me, he wore a classy designer jacket and matching jeans. Nice outfit, but it clashed with his scent. Rancid Gym Sock, by Estee Stalker. Soap was apparently not part of his repertoire.

Neither were scruples. The creep wore an Elmo mask. That was just wrong. The scratchy music came from some sort of old tape recorder, and I realized it was the theme song to Sesame Street. Using a beloved childhood character to lure innocent rug rats gave a whole new meaning to the word "scum." Brought to you by the letters P-U.

I thought about dropping him by pinching a nerve on his neck. Nice and clean. He'd never know what hit him. In hindsight, that would have been a better approach. Yeah. Instead, I grabbed his mask by the red fur and plucked it off. A grimy mop of dark, unwashed hair lay plastered against his head, and its stench hit me like a nuclear blast, obliterating the sweet green smell of the woods. I almost threw the mask back on him to save what remained of my sinuses. He grabbed at his head, then spun around in confusion, his face scrunched up with anger.

"Shhhh." I held a gauntleted finger to my masked lips.

The creeper's expression changed like he had flipped a light switch, and his breathing accelerated. He smiled down at me, and his face became so adorable I almost overlooked his stench.

"Do you want to play with me?" he whispered. His eyes were deep brown, sparkling. I put him at about forty, but he seemed very childlike. My first impression was that he'd probably clean up pretty well with the right combination of soap, love, and an industrial pressure washer. His sweet voice made me wonder whether we had the right guy.

Then he balled up his fist and tried to take my head off. Definitely the right guy.

I slapped his punch aside with a quick wave of my armored hand and slammed my fist into his stomach. It was soft. The creep had zero abs. Lucky for him I pulled the punch. He doubled over, gagged once, and tried unsuccessfully to breathe. I dropped to the ground and swept his feet out from under him. He landed hard and lay unmoving.

I hit the button on my mask.

"This is not a game." My transformed voice thundered like an avenging angel, more horrifying than I had intended, and chills ran down my spine. Thankfully, it had the same effect on him. The Elmo-wannabe crawled to his knees, cringing. He wiped his mouth with his hand, then raised it as though he thought I would hit him again. I planned to, but not the way he expected. I had to hold him until Andy found us.

Fear me, I thought, and clamped my hand around his wrist. My body tingled as my mask filled with mental static. Psychic force rushed down my arm and ripped into him. His eyes bulged with terror.

"You're not real!" he gasped, wildly shaking his head, struggling to pull away. His filthy hair stuck out like a scarecrow's. I focused hard, pounding the cruelest delusions I could imagine into his mind. I felt his fear growing. That was good. That was how it worked during practice. In moments, he would be in a fetal position, too terrified to move.

"Get away!" he panted. The man recoiled, tearing out of my grip. He leapt to his feet, backpedaled and tripped, but caught himself. I moved in to end it. Fumbling at the zipper on his jacket, he ripped out a pistol and pointed it at my chest.

That was not good. That never happened during practice.

Without thinking, I flicked my wrist, and the word "sorrow" echoed through my mind. Masters of the Mental Arts form psionic weapons from thoughts and emotions. Unfortunately, I am not a Master. I didn't mean to draw the emotion that triggered the Psi Fighter's most powerful Psi Weapon, but Andy and I had just practiced the technique in training, and I couldn't think of anything else. A ghostlike whip of psychogenic mist exploded from my Amplifier and solidified around the stalker's arm. I yanked and held tight. His gun spiraled through the air, and he fell to the grass, shaking violently. My Memory Lash slithered up his arm, coiling around him like a misty python.

Please! The stalker's terrified thoughts filled my brain before his voice reached my ears. He sobbed like a little girl, thrashing as the Memory Lash tightened. His memories flooded my mind like a blast of putrid wind, siphoned by the Lash ... tiny faces in a wire cage, little girls crying for their mothers. A hideous skull surfaced and disappeared. A little blond face flashed into my head, dirty and crying, screaming that she would tell his mommy. Horror gripped him, fear that his mother would find out —

His terror filled me in a way I had never experienced in practice. I became him, horrified of my mother, paralyzed by what she'd done to me in the past. Her enormous face came at me from all directions. The little girl wouldn't stop screaming. I ripped open the cage door, picked up a claw hammer, and hurled it with all my strength. The claw lodged in the wooden frame beside her head. Terror filled the girl's eyes, and she clamped her hands over her screaming mouth. An overwhelming sense of glee flooded into my mind, and I slammed the cage door shut.


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Psi Another Day 4.5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 11 reviews.
lgwhite More than 1 year ago
Psi Another Day by D.R. Rosensteel is the first in his Psi Fighter Academy series.  Rosensteel drops us right into the heart of the action with this amazing adventure. Magic and techno-wizardry abound in this tale which revolves around schoolgirl, Rinnie leading an exciting double life as superhero in training,  her secrets becoming increasing difficult to hide from her 'regular' existence.  The storyline progresses well and there's plenty of action, intrigue and a touch of romance to be found in this gem of a novel which is packed with witty dialogue, believable characters and just the right amount of teen angst tempered with humour against Rinnie's tragic background which has shaped her to be the compelling and interesting character that she is.  There are entertaining twists along the way  and I loved the development of all the characters. In particular, I liked the characters of mentor/friend Andy, best friend Kathryn, and the bad-boy character of Mason. Well defined and likeable, (Yes, Mason included) I loved the interaction of these characters. The bullying incidents are realistic but very nicely managed and I worried about the underdogs - some surprises with those! - and cheered their efforts throughout. I recommend this to all fantasy/YA/ paranormal enthusiasts who are seeking a great new series to sink their teeth into.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Reenie is a Psi Fighter. A member of a secret society accomplishing things a superhero would do; thus they even wear masks and disguise their voice in order to hide their identity. Sounds pretty awesome, right? No wonder I was magically attracted to the book. And I’m telling you, the book is awesome. I mean, how amazing is the idea and book concept of the author? Not only are Psi Fighters totally cool, like ninjas, when it comes to fighting, no. They are also masters of the Mental Arts. Which means they can turn thoughts and memories into something physical or even into physical force; they can put all of their enemy’s feelings into a weapon and turn it against them. It was really refreshing to read about something new in the urban fantasy genre. Nonetheless, there were some passages that occasionally made the book a little slow-paced, but which I expect to change in the upcoming sequels. Personally, I would’ve cut about 50 pages in the middle of the book: There are many great twists and surprises in the book, yet the action sometimes kind of slows down, e.g. when Reenie asks herself to what extend she can reveal her secret or even she has those “debriefing sessions” with her BFF Kathryn over and over again. Yes, Reenie does have to make a lot investigations on her mission, yet I wish Rosensteel would’ve come straight to some point ever now and again as I sometimes found myself overwhelmed by the amount of information you get in some chapters which made me mix up the names of some characters. Also, Reenie sometimes gets a bit too naive for me. I mean, she is a funny and humorous person but it is not always understandable why she is a kick-ass and fearless fighter on the one side but quickly switches to become an annoying, drivel-talking girl on the other side. Such as shoting the breeze with her BFF Kathryn, chattering about girly things such as boys and stuff.  Which makes me come to the next point I want to talk about. As you might know, I’m one of the world’s biggest insta-love hateras well as love triangle hater. Guess what? Both things were present in the book. I know that this course of story of course is indicated in the blurb but still, I was looking for that certain indefinable something that makes the romance in the book outstanding. Untortunately, it didn’t live up to my expectations; I’m neither Team Egon nor Team Mason. I mean, Egon offers Reenie to be her bodyguard during of their first encounters. Wouldn’t you be creeped out, no matter if it is asked for fun or not? In this case, Reenie was too trustworthy for me (no, Egon does not become her bodyguard but Reenie falls hard for him). However, except for the romance, Mason is a very interesting character, though – we meet him as a mean bully, but he turns out to be an ambitious, clever, caring but somehow broken boy. I’m eager to learn more about him in the next books. Rosensteel keeps his writing light and simple; it is perfect for teenage readers. It is that style of writing that makes you enjoy the book but which you normally will quickly forget again after some time…. …if there weren’t Reenie’s voice: It’s sarcastic, cheek and totally fun! She knows how to handle each situation with charm, wit and humor which ultimately makes her a very likeable main character! The book gave me some very good reading moments and I totally recommend the book to readers who are looking for some new refreshing superhero stories in the fantasy genre.
CiaraNB More than 1 year ago
I love this book. I was hooked from the very first mission.  If you are like me and love crime, mystery, and secret identities you will love Psi Another Day.  Rinnie Noelle Psi fighter messes up her first mission and is then sent by one of the Four, her mentor the Kilodan, to clean up her high school by taking down the drug ring which may also be tied into the local child kidnappings. Being a target for the bullies makes it hard for Rinnie to keep her secret identity, it takes a great deal of self restraint for her not to drop kick them like a soccer ball. Rinnie finds out that the Knight who kidnapped her and killed her parents has resurfaced also resurfacing old memories and feelings of guilt and regret. Susie is Rinnie's little sister who is in elementary school and training at the academy as a psi fighter. Andy also a psi fighter and like her brother to Rinnie, and also my favorite character and a genius, but very full of it and doesn't care one bit. Kathryn is the most popular girl in school and also Rinnie's best friend and the only friend that is not a psi who knows the truth about Rinnie all of it. Then there is Egon the new boy in school who seems to have it pretty bad for Rinnie and vice versa. Mason is the boy from school who bullies Rinnie and gave her the awful nickname peroxide. These are just some of the people in Rinnie's life and some she finds are not who she thought they were. There are a a lot of positive messages throughout the book involving real struggles many teens deal with that allow them to relate to the characters with struggles such as drugs, friends, relationships, bullies, and people not always being the person that they seem. Rosesteel did an amazing job, building the mystery, usually it doesn't take me long to figure them out but the way this story is written there is so much going on adding just enough to keep you guessing. Once you start reading you will not want to put it down. I highly recommend this book to everyone, and I can't wait to read the next book in the series.  I received an ARC of this book from the publisher in exchange for an honest review.   
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Psi Another Day I LOVED this book from the first page. Rinnie is in-your-face tough, with a sweet vulnerable side that she keeps hidden a lot of the time. Rosensteel is a genius with his snarky one-liners that had me laughing from the get go. As well as humor, the characters had depth, and the anti-bullying/anti-drugs message hit home but it wasn’t put across in a moralistic/preaching manner. I don’t usually read paranormal/sci-fi romances but will make an exception with this author. I can’t wait to read the next book in this series.
llj1214 More than 1 year ago
I freaking love this book, I'm only on page 36 because I have to stop cause I keep laughing so much, were you a smart ass 16 year old girl in another life, LOL. Rinnie is my new favorite smart ass, can't wait to get to her bad ass side, I know its coming. Dodgeball, an evil cult activity HILARIOUS
plumcrzy More than 1 year ago
"Bad guys beware" indeed! Any book that mentions Elvis in the first three pages has got to be good! The Psi fighter (soon to be series) is an interesting concept, a regular girl who attends high school during the day and a kick butt Psi Fighter at night.  There are good guys, bad guys and everything in between.   Rinnie seems to deal with every day teenage issues, which most kids these days can identify with. This is a fun, clean book that I believe teens and tweens can really get into.  I highly recommend this fun adventure!
Four More than 1 year ago
Great premise, fresh voice, and a main character who always looks out for the underdog. Psi Another Day is a fast-paced Good vs. Evil story. Another reviewer said that with all the YA clones these days, Psi Another Day is like a breath of fresh air. I agree.
BuriedUnderBooks More than 1 year ago
Confession: when I first heard about this book, I had no idea what a “psi fighter” might be. Now I know…sorta. Well, maybe not so much but here’s the thing—I don’t care, not in the least. On the surface, this is a science fiction thriller masquerading as a mystery and a romance and the whole thing is wrapped up in a ton of humor. For anyone like me who loves crossgenre fiction, this has it all and I’m so glad I didn’t let my lack of knowledge of psi fighters get in my way. Psi Another Day is just plain fun, lighthearted entertainment that does precisely what it’s intended to do, entertain. Rinnie Noelle is full of snark and kickbuttness and I fell in love with her and the Kilodan and Andy and all the comic book superhero stuff they brought to each page. Yes, it really is like a great comic book and I don’t even like those things much ;-)) I do love superheroes, though, and I’m already thinking what a nifty movie this would make. Mr. Rosensteel has already given us a wonderful bunch of names to work with and I really hope he has lots of future installments in mind for us. I’m a fan for sure and Rinnie and the gang can’t come back soon enough for me.
CleverGirl1 More than 1 year ago
Superheroes, masked villains, awesome inventions, secrets and secret identities, confusing boys, new mysteries and old foes. It's an excellent start to a fun and funny, new series. I loved the concept of Psi Fighters. Rosensteel slowly reveals the who (but not all - some secret identities are still secret), where, why, and what they can do. It definitely kept me intrigued and turning the pages. The mystery likewise kept me interested. The twists and turns, the whodonnit, the surprises. I adore superheroes, and Rinnie is definitely a superhero. She's a girl that can kick butt, physically and with her mental powers, a girl who does good, does the right thing, defends those unable to defend themselves, and does it without expecting anything in exchange. I liked Rinnie's voice, it's so much fun to be in her head, to see the ways she thinks: "He kept to the shadows, right where you'd expect a vomitous mass of loathsome troglodyte to be. Not that I'm judging. Innocent until proven guilty, as they say." (location 2288) She's witty - and snarky - she had me laughing out loud more than once. Her descriptions were amusing, especially when she imagines people as animals: "Long hairy arms, stubby hind legs, unibrow ... Mason is a wombat." (location 279) I liked watching her journey during the book, as she learns her strengths, her capabilities, how an ordinary girl can be extraordinary. The other characters: I adored Andy, the Psi Fighter's 'Q'. He's her brother, her friend, teacher and so very smart and inventive. And his one liners? Loved them. I was glad that Rosensteel gave Rinnie a best friend, Kathryn, who knew her secret, who could act as a sounding board and a confidant. And the boys... Egon. Mason. The Kilodan. There's not too much I can say about them without spoiling things but they kept me guessing, trying to figure them out. Of course the Psi Fighters have to have all the superhero trappings, masks (because every self respecting superhero has to protect their identity) and armor, super spyish devices and a lot of tricks up their sleeves. I have to mention the names, I have a documented appreciation of my love of strange and creative names, see this review, and Rosensteel did not disappoint. Egon? Andor Manchild? The Kilodan? I was constantly looking forward to meeting new characters to learn what their names were. At the end of Psi Another Day some mysteries are solved but not all as this is a series, I can't wait to see what Rinnie and the gang get up to next. Disclosure: ebook provided in exchange for an honest review
FS_Meurinne More than 1 year ago
"Received and ARC for an honest review" Rinnie is quite a character, she made me laugh and then some. This book was so different to what I'm used to read but was quite funny. This new heroine will keep you reading until the end. Then comes Egon and Mason, this are some characters I loved to read, Egon being the new kid and the new turned nice-guy Mason.  The book can be read in one sit, the plot flowed but sometimes I wished it to hurry a bit up into more exciting stuff. Either way I liked it and would recommend for a fun and so different read for anyone.
LindaTownsend More than 1 year ago
PSI Another Day is an enjoyable zany read PERFECT for tweens and teens.                                                                                    The characters were realistic and the plot moved quickly. The twists kept me guessing until the end as to the outcome.  Rinnie, our heroine, is a kick-ass PSI Fighter-in-training. She's feisty, impetuous, fun and has a good heart. Mr. Gadget would be insanely jealous of the hi-tech, futuristic arsenal the PSI Fighters have at their disposal. The villains she's fighting are creepy and plentiful. There's also your hurtful, mean bullies at school. No matter who she's facing, Rinnie is never cowed in her fight for good over evil. The writing was polished and there wasn't a dull moment in the whole book! There was humor but also danger galore around every corner! I'm in my 60s and it was a bit far-out for me but I would highly recommend it to younger readers who enjoy YA paranormal romances. 3 1/2 stars!