Title: Solomon’s Bell
Author: Michelle Lowery Combs
Genre: YA Fantasy
To save her family, Ginn uses her newfound genie powers to transport
herself and her friends to 16th century Prague. Only one thing there remains
the same as at home: she can't let
anyone know what she really is.
The Emperor of Prague and those closest to him are obsessed with magic.
In pursuit of it, they’ve waged war on the citizens of their city. In the
citizens' defense, someone has brought to life a golem, a dangerous being with
connections to an artifact capable of summoning and commanding an entire army
of genies. Can Ginn escape the notice of the Emperor as she attempts to
discover a way to defeat Prague’s golem in time to save her family from a
similar creature?
Solomon's Bell
is the sequel to Heir to the Lamp and
the second book of the Genie Chronicles
series.
Author Bio
Michelle is an award-winning writer and blogger who
studied business and English at Jacksonville State University. She lives in
Alabama with her husband and their army of children. When not in the presence
of throngs of toddlers, tweens, and teens, Michelle can be found among the rows
of her family's farm, neglecting her roots and dreaming up the next best
seller. She is a member of the Alabama Writers' Conclave and the Society of
Children's Book Writers & Illustrators (SCBWI).
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Book Excerpt
I’m supposed to be studying, so I try not to
fathom how my dork of an older brother has ended up with a Barbie like Malory. Algebra,
algebra, algebra, I remind myself. You have an exam tomorrow! But
it’s no use. Not with Malibu Malory playing Xbox with my brother in the room
next door. Something about her makes me tense and irritable. Especially
when I compare her straight blonde hair that shimmers in the sun to the curly
brown hair abomination I’ve been cursed with… apparently for life. It also irks
me that Malory’s the right size for a teenage girl. I tower over all of my
eighth-grade classmates like a human skyscraper.
“Wuts wrong?” Caleb Scott texts me.
I’m always amazed at Caleb’s ability to sense
my mood even when we’re only texting. I’m tempted to complain about how much
Malory’s uber awesomeness is getting under my skin, but I don’t want Caleb
taking notice himself if he hasn’t already.
“Nothing. I’m good. Sick of
school. Lol. Glad ur back, though.”
It isn’t really a lie—the school year started
five weeks ago, and I’m already missing summer. I’ll be okay once basketball
season starts in a few weeks, and it helps that Caleb is back at Alexander this
semester. He spent most of his freshman year at Plainview High, Alexander’s
biggest rival. Caleb is a sophomore like CJ and Malory, so we don’t have any
classes together. We do see each other at lunch, though.
Caleb and I aren’t officially a couple—he
hasn’t asked me to be his girlfriend or anything, and I’m pretty sure my
parents would say he’s too old for me even if he did. He’s not even sixteen
yet! What I can’t say to my mom and dad is: “What’s a two year age difference
between people who’ve survived an imp attack together?”
My parents don’t know I’m a genie—neither did I until last year. They’d
never let me out of their sight if they knew about the Order of the Grimoire
and how they were probably trying to figure a way to summon and imprison me…
again… at any given moment. Not a day has passed in the last ten months that I
haven’t checked my closet and under the bed for one of the ugly lump-covered,
winged imps the Order likes to use to spy on anyone they suspect to be in
possession of any kind of magic.
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