About the
Author
A
well-known Century City Producer once said that Jo Sparkes “…writes
some of the best dialogue I’ve read.”
Her body of work includes scripts for Children’s live-action and
animated television programs, a direct to video Children’s DVD,
commercial work for corporate clients. She won the 2012 Kay Snow
award for her screenplay, Frank Retrieval.
She’s
written numerous articles for internet sites. As a member of the Pro
Football Writer’s Association, she was a contributing writer for
the Arizona Sports Fans Network, where she was known for her humorous
articles, player interviews and game coverage. Jo was unofficially
the first to interview Emmitt Smith when he arrived in Arizona to
play for the Cardinals.
She
served as an adjunct teacher at the Film School at Scottsdale
Community College, and wrote “Feedback How to Give It How to Get
It” for writers, actors, and other artists.
For
More Information
- Contact Jo Sparkes.
About the
Book:
Agben
had stood for a thousand years. A mysterious school housing more than
students, it was the seat of the powerful Women of Agben, and the
center for harnessing the potency of herbs. Few knew all that
transpired within the walls.
And
now Marra stood at its gate.
Friends and support stripped from her, the fragile life she’d built for herself now lay in tatters. And the source of this evil hunted her like a deer culled from the herd.
Friends and support stripped from her, the fragile life she’d built for herself now lay in tatters. And the source of this evil hunted her like a deer culled from the herd.
The
gateway before her was her only hope.
For
as the city itself crumbled, all depended not on a prince trying to
save his people, nor the valiant men who’d brought them this far.
Everything
depended on finding a magic powder in the vaults of Agben itself.
Everything
depended on her.
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Book
Excerpt:
– PROLOGUE –
Mik was
all of ten years old, and had responsibility.
That’s
what his mother had told him this morning, when it was time to open
the shop. His grandfather was ill, and needed care from time to time.
“Just
keep it closed for the morning,” Father had suggested.
“Not
with four ships in port,” Mother had snapped back.
So
it was his job
to mind the shop.
He’d
done everything before, of course. Poured out the herbs, wrapped them
in paper. Kept them close to himself until the customer paid in coin.
“A poor little Mid Isle shop taking credit would go broke in a
month,” his mother smilingly explained to any who asked.
Yes,
he’d seen it all and he knew what to do.
Until
the pretty girl walked in. Maybe 16 years old, he guessed. Maybe
more. Her clothes weren’t as nice as many before her, but nicer
than some. She had that desert air about her, down to the sandal
shoes, but her hair was long in the Missean fashion, not the short
cut of the Flats.
She
didn’t seem Agben. But she didn’t seem not Agben, either.
It was a
dark red hair, braided down her back. When she turned in the sunlight
from the door the red flashed at him. Little wisps escaped and curled
around her face, making her seem too soft.
Women of
Agben were never soft.
Mik
realized that responsibility did indeed have weight, just as his
father said. He was feeling that weight on his shoulders this very
second.
The girl
looked over the shelves carefully, and he didn’t interrupt her.
And then
she turned to him, and smiled. The smile alone was almost enough to
prove she wasn’t Agben. Almost.
“Illsmith,”
she said. “Do you have any?”
Mik
nodded. “In the back, Miss. How much do you want?”
“Just
a handful, please.” Her eyes were blue, he saw, but not the faded
blue of his mother and baby sister. Hers were a deep blue, like the
sea’s depths as evening fell.
He
hurried to fetch her Illsmith.
“And
Musk Oil?” she called after him.
Ahh hah!
The pretty girl must be of Agben, Mik realized. Illsmith was a desert
plant, and Musk Oil from the Great Continent. Those two went
together, he knew, to rub on sore muscles and strained shoulders. He
knew because one of the Agben women had told his mother so when his
father had hurt himself pulling in the big swoopfish.
Mik
grabbed a tiny glass bottle of oil – all of ten copper, he told
himself – and then the crock of Illsmith. Returning to the girl, he
set both on the counter, and produced a paper for the Illsmith.
“Twelve copper,” he told her as plucked out a good handful of the
herb and wrapped it proper.
Some
people frowned when the price was mentioned, but this girl merely
pulled coins from a pocket and counted it out.
Mik
stooped low, to open the box his mother had told him he shouldn’t
know about, and snatch the pretty bauble inside.
He
carefully wrapped it in a soft cloth, the kind used for fragile glass
on long trips. And then presented it to the girl.
“What
is this?” she asked, starting to lift a wrapped corner.
Mik
stopped her as old man Tanner strode into the shop. “Take it,”
the boy whispered.
“Mik,
my boy,” Tanner grinned, looking around for his mother. The old man
always wanted advice on a new ache. “Your mother not here this
morning?”
The girl
hesitated, still staring at him. He snatched up the coin she’d
placed on the counter, and tugged the step ladder over to just
beneath the Stomach Cure jar.
“That’s
right,” Tanner told him. “Just a swig, my boy. Just a swig.”
Mik felt
the pretty girl’s eyes on him. Surely she knew no one else was
supposed to see that thing. Surely she knew to stick it in her pocket
and pretend it didn’t exist.
The girl
gave him a last frown, but said no more. By the time he’d wrangled
the tonic down from the shelf, she’d gone.
My Review:
First of all, I wish I had read the first book in the series first, so I recommend that you do so if you haven't. It's not that I am confused, it's just that I really got into the story and want to know what happened in the first book.
The characters are all very interesting. I didn't have the problem of trying to remember who is who while reading the book, which says a lot. I tend to read a lot of books and very quickly, so there is a bunch of flipping back through chapters, refreshing my memory of who some of the characters are at times. The characters in this book are all so individual and unique that there is no confusion for me.
The story line is very absorbing. I was drawn in instantly to the world the author has created. I can smell the salty air of the sea, feel the heat of the desert, and imagine the palace so clearly.
I look forward to reading the first book soon. I would recommend this book to anyone that enjoys a well written story with great characters, wonderful environs, and an interesting plot.
Disclosure: I received a copy of this book in exchange for my honest review. I was not required to leave a positive review. All opinions are my own.
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