About the Book
The Star Catcher by Stephanie Keyes
Publisher: Inkspell
Publishing | Pages: 421 | Release Date: November 10, 2013
Magick and destiny intertwine as he fights to save his
kingdom and the goddess he loves.
Her kiss…the feel of her skin…the beat of her heart…For seventeen-year-old
Kellen St. James, each memory is marred by a single sentence on a lone strip of
paper.
Cali has been taken…
Armed with an amulet that channels the ultimate power of Faerie, Kellen
searches for his love. However, control of the amulet’s energy comes with a
price, and Kellen soon learns that Cali’s captor has plans for the stone. With
the threat of the Star Catcher’s evil looming above Kellen and his kingdom,
he’ll have to free the Heart of Faerie and break the curse the binds the
Children of Danu to the darkness. But before that, he has to find his real
father, the king. No pressure, right?
Kellen and Cali will battle bewitched armies and unknown foes as they fight to
stay together. Will Kellen embrace his immortal destiny? Or will his world, and
the man he is fated to become, be destroyed by The Star Catcher?
About Steph
Stephanie Keyes grew
up in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania and spent years traveling and working as a
Corporate Trainer before she made the decision to pen her first novel. As a teen, her family always accused her of
having an “overactive imagination.” Now, she’s encouraged to keep her head in
the clouds and share her world with readers.
Still a resident of
the ‘Burgh, Steph is now Mom to two little boys who constantly keep her on her
toes. In addition, she's best friend to her incredible rockstar of a husband.
She is an active member of the Society of Children's Book Writers and
Illustrators (SCBWI), as well as a featured author for Love a Happy Ending
Lifestyle e-magazine.
Keyes is the author
of the YA Fantasy series, The Star Child, which currently includes The Star
Child, After Faerie, The Fallen Stars, and The Star Catcher, all from by Inkspell
Publishing. Steph writes YA novels because she’s a hopeless romantic who lives
to believe that Magick truly does exist. She is hard at work on a new YA novel.
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One
“I thought I’d never see you again.” Cali’s voice sounded
small.
“There’s so much to tell you, I don’t even know where to begin.”
“Marry me. For real this time.” The words came out in a
rush, but I’d never wanted anything more. I didn’t plan on being apart from
Cali ever again. “No Faerie attacks, no fleeing the country.” I didn’t know how
to sum it up properly. “Just be mine.”
Cali smiled and pushed her warm body even closer against me.
“Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.” Her yeses jumbled together as we kissed again. “I will
marry you. I will.”
We had so much more to share, but I wouldn’t think past this
moment, past today when I had Cali in my arms, finally, with our never-ending
life lying ahead of us. I asked her to marry me. Promised it, in fact. I would
keep my promise. Somewhere in the middle, I’d have to tell her the rest of what
had happened. But today, in this infinitely glorious time, we were finally
together again.
Two
“Right.” Automatically, I turned to go right, my usual
default.
Don’t use your brain,
K. Cast out your senses and search for your father that way. Logic won’t find
him.
“You have a point.” Mortal folklore and beliefs had gotten
us this far, but from here on out, I’d need to use my gut. Closing my eyes, I
focused on the hallway where I stood, reaching out. My mind crept like a thief,
snaking into each open space. Yet no one was there. Otherwise, I would have
sensed something. Changing tactics, I shifted my attention to the corridor on
my left. Immediately, I received an emotion back—complete and utter happiness—a
sensation of fulfillment that went far
beyond what most people experience. Soundlessly, I moved down the hallway,
drawn toward the sensation of contentment.
Someone’s happy, I
answered with my mind, not wanting to speak the words out loud and give myself
away. I could sense the close proximity of the feelings I’d picked up on.
Be careful. It could
be a trap.
But as I wandered forward, I got the feeling it wasn’t. I
needed to walk this corridor. I’d been waiting my entire life for it. The closer
I came to the happiness, filling up the place like a cloud, the more I
considered never leaving, staying in this place forever. What could the outside
world possibly have to offer? What? Wait a minute. What was that I’d been
thinking? Cali was waiting for me. I had to get back to Cali. I pushed forward.
“Willock, is that you?” I froze. That voice. It was my father’s voice, not the evil tone I’d become used to over
the years with the fake Stephen. Instead, this voice sounded pleasant,
welcoming. I had just reached the doorframe when I paused. I had two more steps
to take, and I would see my father.
Excerpt 3
When we reached the top, the organ dude stopped playing
immediately. He slid off of the stool, and then backed into the corner to allow
us access into the cramped space. “Who are you? What are you doing here?” He
tugged at his suspenders, running his fingers on the undersides.
I tripped on a couple of mud-splattered tennis shoes on the
floor as I tried to make room for Singer. She looked at Organ Dude and put a
finger to her lips before examining the instrument.
“Reginald Vanderkeller.” I held out my hand in a single
fluid motion. “American Guild of Organists. You’re a finalist in our contest,
but we have to do an inspection first. If you could give us some room?”
Singer was probing along a cluster of round, white things
above the keys. “We’re not looking for a stop sign, we’re looking for an organ
stop.”
“Are those stops?” I asked.
“Who are you?” the organist demanded again. “You can’t be
from the AGO if you don’t know what a stop is.”
The organ dude was kind of condescending. I was tempted to
go all Big Bird on his ass and make him pee his pants. Instead, I cut the guy a
break. We had busted into his loft, after all. “She’s in training.” I placed a
hand on Singer’s shoulder. “I have to ask her questions in order to test her.
Please, if you could give her a moment.”
Singer continued searching. “Anyway, a stop keeps the
pressurized air—they also call it wind—from flowing into the pipes so the
organist can control which pipes sound. It lets them have different sounds like
reed and cheesy saxophone and stuff.”
“I’ve never liked the saxophone one much either,” Organ Dude
said.
I glanced at him, and he shrugged. “How do you know all
this?” I asked, turning back to Singer. “Besides your studies with the AGO, of
course.”
“Dad used pipe organs in some of his recordings. I paid
attention. He liked to bring me to the studio.” Singer continued to examine
each stop until she paused. A sly smile formed on her face as she pressed a
button.
The faint clicking sound filled the quiet loft. The organ
swung forward a bit, like it was on a hinge or something. What had we found,
exactly?
About Steph
Stephanie Keyes grew
up in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania and spent years traveling and working as a
Corporate Trainer before she made the decision to pen her first novel. As a teen, her family always accused her of
having an “overactive imagination.” Now, she’s encouraged to keep her head in
the clouds and share her world with readers.
Still a resident of
the ‘Burgh, Steph is now Mom to two little boys who constantly keep her on her
toes. In addition, she's best friend to her incredible rockstar of a husband.
She is an active member of the Society of Children's Book Writers and
Illustrators (SCBWI), as well as a featured author for Love a Happy Ending
Lifestyle e-magazine.
Keyes is the author
of the YA Fantasy series, The Star Child, which currently includes The Star
Child, After Faerie, The Fallen Stars, and The Star Catcher, all from by Inkspell
Publishing. Steph writes YA novels because she’s a hopeless romantic who lives
to believe that Magick truly does exist. She is hard at work on a new YA novel.
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