Today, I have an excerpt from The Unraveling of Luna Forester to share with you!
By Marisa Noelle
MATTHEW HAS ALWAYS PROTECTED LUNA’S SECRET.
NOW HE MUST PROTECT HER LIFE.
When his best friend Luna is found catatonic after a devastating house fire, Matthew begins to fall apart.
“Take care of them, Matthew.”
“Always.”
“Protect my secret.”
“Of course.”
That’s the promise he made to her only three nights ago. A solemn vow to protect their large found family of humans and supernatural creatures alike.
Fated to love her for the rest of his life, and unwilling to break his solemn vow, Matthew knows the only person who can help Luna is her grandmother. Through the woods they must go, just like a fairytale. But the forest is filled with deadly peril: poisonous black moss, chimeras, and worst of all, members of their family who don't want them to continue.
As they are picked off one by one, Matthew races to get Luna to safety, all the time doubting everything he thought was true.
Can Matthew untangle the twisted threads of Luna’s secret before he himself unravels?
A dark fantasy horror with Little Red Ridinghood undertones, perfect for fans of Last House on Needle Street (Catriona Ward), Split (J.B. Salsbury), Legion (Brandon Sanderson), Pretty Girl 13 (Liz Coley), The Quiet at the End of the World (Lauren James), Primal Fear (William Diehl), & Tell me your Dreams (Sydney Sheldon).
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My memories cycled faster and faster. Or maybe they weren’t memories. Maybe they were thoughts. Or images. Or dreams. Or wishes. Or a combination.
Animals and lights and angels. Ballet shoes and fantasy books and running. Riding fast and hard with the wind in my hair. A unicorn tattoo. A painting. A sketch. A stick doll. Blood. So much blood. And a knife. Where did it all come from? Was it real?
It had to be real. I could barely remember anything else. The blood dominated my thoughts. And the heat. A fire. Crackling and spitting and turning everything I loved to ash. Who started the fire?
Matthew saved them all. Just like I asked.
Take care of them, Matthew.
But it was getting hard for him. Had I asked too much of him? Was it even fair?
The memories pressed against my skull. Knocking. Insistent. But there were too many of them. My mind couldn’t contain them all. I must relieve the pressure. Somehow. I could do this. If I tried. If I tried hard enough, I could relieve the pain. On my own. Maybe I didn’t need Matthew. Maybe I could do it on my own.
Could I take care of myself? I had to try.
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