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Kas by Karlie Lucas: 12 Days of Back to School Books (Day 7)

  Karlie Lucas is a preschool teacher by day and a writer/artist by night. A graduate of Southern Utah University, Karlie received a ...

 Karlie Lucas is a preschool teacher by day and a writer/artist by night.

A graduate of Southern Utah University, Karlie received a B.A. in Creative Writing, with a minor in art. She is a member of Sigma Tau Delta, The International English Honor Society, as well as ANWA, the American Night Writers Association.

Karlie is interested in all things magical and mysterious, especially elves and dragons. She is an avid fan of J.R.R. Tolkien and J.K. Rowling.

When not writing, Karlie can often be found drawing, baking, watching her favorite old school shows, or just spending time with her family.

She currently resides in Dallas, Texas with her husband and a cat named Kally.
Twitter @karliemlucas


Most teenagers don't have a voice talking in their heads, but that's pretty normal for Kas. It's been there her whole life, giving her directions, keeping her from harm. When the voice advises against the family picnic in the mountains, she's sure there's a reason, but convincing her mom is another matter.
While in the mountains, Kas accidentally stumbles on a gateway to another dimension. Almost immediately, her life is in peril. From a disembodied man known only as Milord and a hoard of hooded men who want her soul, she doesn't know who to trust in this strange place where dreams become reality.
As Kas learns more about who she is and how she came to the Waymeet of Worlds, it becomes clear that someone is lying to her. But is it the voice she's known her whole life or the new friends she finds in Milord's castle. Choosing the wrong people to trust could cost her soul and prevent her from fulfilling her destiny.


My eyes flew open and my back went rigid. At first I wasn’t sure why, but there was a prickle of something at the base of my neck, like I was being watched. I turned to look behind me but only saw Beauty, nuzzling the grass several yards away. She hadn't appeared to move, and I saw nothing else that could have caused that awful sensation.
I let my breath out in relief. It was probably just my imagination overworking itself. But my breath caught in the middle of my exhale as I realized what had startled me in the first place. It was the sound of someone breathing. Someone who wasn’t me. Someone who had been standing or kneeling behind me but who wasn’t there now. The heat of someone’s presence still lingered there.
I listened, straining for any sounds that I knew shouldn’t be there. But there weren’t any. “If someone is there, you’d better come out,” I warned but nothing happened, except that I felt unnerved. I fancied a pair of eyes staring out at me from the trees. Dark eyes.

And a few fun author interview questions

What was the hardest part of writing your book, and how did you overcome it?

The hardest part of writing my book was finding the right balance of different story ideas and what I saw in my head. I wanted to make it as real as possible without going overboard. I'm a bit of a perfectionist so I had to have someone help me realize I'd done enough and that it didn't have to be absolutely perfect.

What is your favorite late night snack?

I don't generally do late night snacks, but if I did, they would include chocolate, chips, and ice cream.


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1 comment

Get carried away with love!