The Lost Immortals, Day 5: Excerpt & giveaway

Our Indie Author of the Month is KaSonndra Leigh. In conjunction with her Sizzling PR Blog Tours for three of her novels, we are featuring the author and her books every Monday in November. This first week's focus is on When Copper Suns Fall, Book One of The Lost Immortals YA series. Every day this week we will have a feature. Tomorrow we will have an excerpt when Chela and Faris first find the ocean. 

When Copper Suns Fall (The Lost Immortals, Book #1) by KaSonndra Leigh

YA fantasy*Paperback & e-book, 370 pages*Published September 11th 2012 by TriGate Press (first published December 6th 2011)

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It has been fifty-five years since the angels of the Apocalyptic War attempted to wipe out humanity. Now a new nation has been built where alchemy is forbidden, and angels fear for their lives as they hide among the mortals. 

The city’s leaders share one view on the ancestors of angels: shoot first, no questions. 

When her twin brother falls into a strange coma, sixteen-year-old Chela Prizeon vows to discover her role among these exiles, the royal angels known as the Lost Immortals. 

Chela’s only hope lies with the mysterious, but infuriating leader of a rebel group. But can she trust this boy, someone who can control her dreams and her heart. 

Escape into a world filled with celestial creatures, fascinating villainy, high-stake choices, and forbidden romance. 

Readers can take a visual tour of the world inside the Lost Immortals here

Excerpt: Chela & Seth First Meet

Scurrying down the deserted hallway, I came to the women’s bathroom and grabbed the knob. Frazzled nerves worked overtime on mucking up my brain, I guess. I pulled the handle. The lever didn’t budge. My bladder expanded by the second. Wonderful. Surely the Thalian’s staff kept repair people on duty.

I turned back to the knob, yanking it again and again. Why lock the doors on a day like this? Laser eye power would come in handy right about now.

I crossed my arms, uncrossed them, tapped my foot. Flirted with the idea of using a memory technique. But that’s how I ended up standing here kicking a door. Nerves rolled up in me. All I could think about was facing the crowds while I smelled like urine. Maybe not taking the ale-meds made me weaker.

“Don’t panic yet. Figure out something,” I said aloud.

“Door troubles?” A boy’s calm voice spoke behind me.

Horrified I’d been caught talking to a door, I turned to face a dark-haired boy a few years older than me. Wavy silver strands framed his face. He wore a silky, smoked gray shirt, opened to expose a star-shaped tattoo at his throat. He stared at me with blue-black eyes that had no reflection of anything in them. They were the darkest, lovely blue I’d ever seen. I blinked and lowered mine.

“I—I, it’s locked, I think,” I said to the floor.   

“Let’s have a look.” He reached over me and pulled the door open as if it were a feather. “See. Magic. Put your mind to it, well then, anybody can do it.”

My cheeks burned. “Thanks, um…”

“Seth Alton.” He held out his hand, long and svelte like the rest of him. An earthy scent surrounded him. It reminded me of the incense Alexa’s mom used to cover the watery smells inside their house sitting beside the marshes.

“I’m Chela. Wish I could talk more, but I…”

He laughed softly. “Duties first, of course.”

Those blue-black eyes stared at me. No blinking, or anything. He moved closer to my neck, sniffing the air around me. “Nice scent. What is it?”

“Lotus. I—I, um, it used to belong to my mother.”

“Used to?” He raised his left eyebrow, something I thought only girls could do so well. It intrigued me in a strange way.

“My mother is, well um, she died when we were babies. I—I wear her old perfume for luck,” I said.

Okay, so why are you stuttering?

“We?” he asked.

“My twin. But he’s, um, not here today,” I said, chest filling with a tinge of sadness.

“Sorry to hear that. About your mother and brother, that is.” He moved back, freeing me from whatever thing I needed to relieve myself from. He wore no clothing that offered any evidence as to what group he belonged to.

“She died two months after we were born. So it’s—I don’t remember her.” I truly didn’t understand why I chose to reveal my private stuff with this stranger. If I stood around talking much longer, I’d probably be asking him to come home for ale-med tips.  

“Luck to you today. Although, I’m sure you won’t need any. Don’t get lost on the way back. These hallways are…tricky,” he said. I nodded like a mute standing there plastered against the wall beside the door. “We’ll see each other again soon, Chela Ceylone.”

He gave a short bow and strolled away.

Seth turned the corner. I peeled myself off the wall and exhaled. Wait, I didn’t even realize I’d been holding my breath. I glanced at the handle, stepped into the bathroom, but stopped in the doorway. Seth called me Chela Ceylone.

Only Father and Micah knew my middle name.

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