The Twelfth Stone

The Twelfth Stone

by Jana Laiz

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Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780981491042
Publisher: Crow Flies Press
Publication date: 10/31/2011
Pages: 400
Product dimensions: 5.50(w) x 8.00(h) x (d)
Age Range: 10 - 18 Years

About the Author

Jana Laiz is the author of the triple award-winning novel, Weeping Under This Same Moon, Moonbeam Silver Medal Winner, The Twelfth Stone, Elephants of the Tsunami, the co-author of "A Free Woman On God's Earth, The True Story of Elizabeth "Mumbet" Freeman, The Slave Who Won Her Freedom" soon to be a feature film, Thomas & Autumn, Simon Says ~ Tails Told By The Red Lion Inn Ambassador and Billy Budd in the Breadbox, The Story of Herman Melville & Eleanor. A former refugee resettlement counselor and ESL teacher, Jana believes that honoring diversity can change the world. She is passionate about our beautiful planet and endeavors to make a difference in the world through her writing. She is the very first Writer-In-Residence at Herman Melville's beloved Arrowhead. Her new book, Blanket of Stars will be out summer 2019. She lives in the Berkshire Hills of Massachusetts.

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She shook her head and got into bed. Within moments, she was asleep and dreaming. In her dream, she was walking through meadows of heather and purple thistle, white clouds overhead. She knew exactly where she was going; she'd been to this place many times before. The air smelled of sweet grass and wood smoke. In the distance she saw someone. It was the one she was to meet. He stood tall and handsome, waiting for her by the edge of the woods. Her heart skipped a beat and she felt her cheeks burn hot as she approached him. The heaviness of her life without him eased and she felt as though she could float away. She smiled at him and waved her hand. Before she could reach him the sky darkened and an eerie tendril from a tree branch swirled toward him. It grabbed him into the shadows, wrapping itself around him like a serpent, and though he struggled to free himself, he began to fade. She called out his name and awakened in a sweat, her heart pounding. She grabbed her pillow with tight fists and tried unsuccessfully to get back to her dream and to him.

OR:
The altar was a small, low, rectangular table with a cushion on the floor in front of it. The table was laid with a batik cloth on which objects significant to her mother were placed. There was a piece of bright blue sea glass, two beeswax candles that Fiona had dipped at a country fair and given to her mom as a gift, a picture of Fiona's grandfather smiling with a much younger Maggie on his shoulders, a ceramic heart, incense in a incense burner made by a Navajo potter, and a rock. It was larger than the ones on Fiona's windowsill with symbols that looked like runes. Fiona turned as she heard the sharp intake of Rionnag's gasp.
OR:
A moment later, she placed both hands on the crystal and spoke the unutterable words that would bring forth the beast she feared above all things.
"Tha sgothian dubha anns an adhar," she recited, her voice quivering. "Clach mhin mheallain sin tobar ud thall!"
The colors within the crystal began to pulse. It grew increasingly warm to the touch until it was scorching. The procedure required her hands to remain in place until she called forth the spell completely. Her eyes were tearing from pain when the rock began to shake with tremendous force. Though it took all her strength, she held firm. She squeezed her eyes shut in anticipation. She never knew what form He would take, and although He sometimes might appear fairer even than her menservants, this was only a cruel...

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