Title: The Six Days
Author: Anna McCormally
Genre: YA Fantasy
Fifteen years ago, in the middle of the night, Jamie Carpenter’s mother went up to the dark lighthouse on the cliffs. She never came back.
Yesterday, Jamie had a nightmare: his little brother disappearing like their mother did, through the door of the lighthouse, a door that has never opened.
Today, the nightmare came true. Jamie’s brother is missing. And not just missing–he’s been abducted, taken through the lighthouse door into the world of magic that lays beyond.
With his best friend Nia at his side, Jamie crosses into a world he never knew existed–but Emanu is not the fairytale world of childrens stories. Desperate to understand who took Danny and why, struggling to survive in a world of shadowy magic, Jamie and Nia seek the help of the Council of Witches. As they uncover more and more of Jamie’s family secrets and unknown powers, it becomes clear that Nia herself may be something more than human–and that it’s her the Council views as their biggest threat…
Swept up in a dark political game they don’t understand, burdened by magic they don’t know how to use, Jamie and Nia are going to have to learn fast if they’re going to survive Emanu and rescue Danny Carpenter. There are only six days until the gate between worlds closes again.
“Nia was giving Cal’s injured shoulder the evil eye and reached for the sword that was lying beneath him. She drew it, went to open the cut on her palm.
“Hey!” Rowan said, and reached over and swatted the blade away. “Don’t do that. What are you trying to do?”
Surprised, Nia said, “Blood, for the healing spell,” and Rowan shook his head.
“Barbaric,” he muttered. “There are better ways to heal.” He glanced at her. “But you don’t need to use Old Magic—you’re a witch, aren’t you?”
Curiously she said, “How did you know? Is it because I’m translating?”
Rowan blinked. “What language are you speaking?” he asked.
“English,” Nia said tentatively.
“Huh,” Rowan said, and shrugged. “Well, I’m speaking Anharan. But even if you were human, I’d still translate. No, it’s your pendant,” he said, raising his eyebrows and nodding at Nia’s necklace. “A human would never wear the Council’s symbol. What’s your name?”
“Nia. Junia. And that’s—that’s Jamie, this is Cal.”
“Junia,” Rowan repeated. He had a funny look on his face. “Listen—if you don’t want to get noticed by scum like the Captain back there you’d better learn to hide better than that—the hourglass there, and on your sword. The Council isn’t…universally popular. And your eyes don’t give you away so it should be easier to hide.” But then he frowned. “How old are you?”
“Eighteen,” said Nia, sounding a little defensive.
Rowan looked quizzical. “They should have changed,” he said. “Are you half, too? Or whole?”
Nia didn’t say anything. She did not, Jamie realized, know.
Maybe Rowan could tell Nia was uncomfortable. “At any rate,” he said. “Just give me a minute and I’ll heal his shoulder without cutting anybody up.””
Anna Carolyn McCormally currently manages a small used bookstore in Washington, D.C.. She has a tattoo of the Deathly Hallows and blogs about YA fiction at www.giantsquidbooks.com.. Her short fiction and poetry has been published in pacificREVIEW, Quantum Fairy Tales and 3 am magazine. Follow her on Twitter @mccormallie.