These fantasy excerpts are from past promotions.
Because all of that site is gone forever, I’m using my email to try to compile all the fantasy excerpts from those deleted posts.
This page includes some of the subgenres of fantasy as well, such as paranormal young adult, urban fantasy, fantasy romance, dark fantasy, and more. It does not include paranormal romance, which has its own page.
These fantasy excerpts are all ones I had permission to post. I am just moving them to our new website. Enjoy!
Excerpt from SOMETHING LIKE VOODOO by Rebecca Hamilton
Chills jolted across every inch of my flesh. As I turned to bolt, a man shouted behind me, “Hey! You can’t be here!”
I peeked in again, but Sarah and the It Girls were gone. I took off running, my shoes slapping the pavement as the night guard fell into step behind.
“Stop!” he yelled.
Yeah. That was gonna work.
I didn’t slow until I cleared the fence. The guard glared from the other side of it, but he made no effort to see if the wire fence would hold his weight as well as it had mine. But I wasn’t so concerned with him as I was with who loomed in the far distance behind him. By the entrance to the Forst building stood Sarah and the other It Girls, watching after me, the stones on their matching choker necklaces glowing green.
It was as though they had nothing to fear, no one to run from the way I did. It was as though…as though I was the only one who could see them.
But that would be…crazy.
Excerpt from THE PROPHECY OF SHADOWS by Michelle Madow
Everyone stared at me, and I looked to the front of the room, where a tall, lanky man in a tweed suit stood next to a blackboard covered with the morning announcements. His gray hair shined under the light, and his wrinkled skin and warm smile reminded me more of a grandfather than a teacher.
He cleared his throat and rolled a piece of chalk in his palm. “You must be Nicole Cassidy,” he said.
“Yeah.” I nodded and looked around at the other students. There were about thirty of them, and there seemed to be an invisible line going down the middle of the room, dividing them in half. The students near the door wore jeans and sweatshirts, but the ones closer to the wall looked like they were dressed for a fashion show instead of school.
“It’s nice to meet you Nicole.” The teacher sounded sincere, like he was meeting a new friend instead of a student. “Welcome to our homeroom. I’m Mr. Faulkner, but please call me Darius.” He turned to the chalkboard, lifted his hand, and waved it from one side to the other. “You probably weren’t expecting everything to look so normal, but we have to be careful. As I’m sure you know, we can’t risk letting anyone else know what goes on in here.”
Then the board shimmered—like sunlight glimmering off the ocean—and the morning announcements changed into different letters right in front of my eyes.