Deep in the heart of a mist-shrouded island, an impossible secret is about to be discovered.
Twig is used to feeling unwanted. Sent to live on a pony ranch for “troubled” girls on a misty, haunted island, Twig is about to discover the impossible — someone who needs her.
Jolted awake from a bad dream, Twig follows the desperate whinny of a terrified horse out to the stables. There in the straw is a bleating little scrap of moonbeam. A silver-white filly with cloven hooves and a tiny, spiraling horn.
A baby unicorn.
Now Twig knows what secret is hiding in the island’s mist: the last free unicorn herd. And a mysterious boy named Ben who insists that this impossible creature is now Twig’s to care for. That she needs Twig’s love and protection. Because there’s something out there in the deep, dense shadows that’s hunting for them…
Amie: Welcome! Your book sounds like something I would have loved as a kid. Oh, who am I kidding? I would love it now! I’m obsessed with unicorns. Well, not obsessed…it’s not like I sleep with a stuffed pink one with glitter on it’s hooves…I mean, *clears throat* why do you like to write middle-grade books?
R.R.: Because many of my readers are kids, and there’s nothing more fun than talking with kids who are reading my books.
Amie: That’s so true! Who is your favorite author?
R.R.: I couldn’t point to one author, book, or even genre. I read everything from crime novels to love stories, mysteries to historicals.
Amie: It’s hard to chose, isn’t it? So many great books, so little time! What do you like most about your main character and why?
R.R.: At the beginning of the book, Twig wants nothing to do with anything fantastical. She just wants to stay safe in her shell with her own secrets for company. I liked watching her grow and learn how to love and be loved. Twig becomes very protective of those she loves, and she does some very brave things in spite of feeling helpless and afraid.
Amie: Being brave is a very admirable trait. Are you brave enough for toadstools or tree sap?
R.R.: Toadstools sound pretty gross, but nothing’s worse than tree sap. Have you ever tried to get that stuff out of your hair or off the seat of your pants? Ugh!
Amie: I hear you! Thanks for joining us today and enjoy your tree sap stained pants. Errr…toadstools. 🙂
R. R. Russell lives with her family in the Pacific Northwest. She grew up traveling the world as an army brat and now travels the country as a coach with a non-profit judo club. She loves to read and draw, and like Twig, once spent a lot of time sketching unicorns. Visit her blog at wordwrestlerwrites.wordpress.com. Visit wordwrestlerwrites.wordpress.com
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