Worlds collide for both young and mature readers, who will love the fast-paced thrills, chemistry between characters, and interplay of witchy fantasy, mythology, Celtic folklore, and reality in The Wise One—book one of The Scottish Scrolls series.
Mckenna’s never thought much of her nightmares, but on her seventeenth birthday, a vivid dream of burning at the stake awakens her dormant abilities, thrusting her into a world where faeries are real, spirits hold a grudge, and a High Priestess obsessed with a 16th-century prophecy is tracking her every move.
Now, her overprotective dads, Seán and Andre, are forced to tell her the truth—they know who her birth mother is, and her life is not the surrogate story she’s always been told. Abigail, Mckenna’s mom, is some sort of mystic, and Mckenna a Wise One.
Whatever the hell that means.
With the help of a persistent little wren and company of a newfound friend, Mckenna journeys to Ireland in search of her mother and real answers. Along the way, she learns to harness her innate magic and trust her intuition, as best she can anyway—Cillian, a kind and passionate delegate who crosses her path, is proving much harder to read.
Only her mother could truly help her halt her ill fate and prepare her for what’s to come . . . before she gives in to the darkness she knows is buried deep within.
Author K.T. Anglehart expertly weaves a story set in Ireland that is both timeless and unique, a perfect cross-market read for those searching for the next endearing urban fantasy classic.
Praise for the Book
“A heartwarming coming-of-age story with characters that resonate, rich European folklore, and enchanting details that tickle the senses long after the last page is read.” —V. G. Anderson, author of The Light in the Sound
Chapter 8—Kytelyer’s Inn
Instinctively, he grabbed hers. She shook her head, fighting a laugh. “I said your hand—” She placed his hand flat against the standing stone nearest to them. “—and now, close your eyes.
Come on,” she insisted over Seán’s snickers.
“Good. Remember, you’re entering a place of worship,” she continued. “Introduce yourself.”
“I’m Seán, luv,” he said, opening one eye and giving his best smouldering stare.
Shushing him, she said, “In your head. And now, ask the circle’s guardians if you’re welcome to enter. Politely . . .”
That voice—he wanted to wake up to its gentle rhythm every morning. It was hypnotic as hell, sparking a tingling sensation at the base of his neck. As it travelled down his body, he decided he was willing to look like a fool and more for this eccentric, alluring stranger.
As he focused, Seán felt something—a small gust of wind. It was so swift, though. Had he imagined it?
“Breathe. Harmonize your energy with the energy you feel here, in this place.”
“How do I do that?”
She placed a hand on his arm. “Be present.”
Seán did his best to focus on the here and now—the touch of her fingers, the sounds of the wet ground and rustling leaves, and his even breaths—until the chatter around the site dissolved.
“I think I’m ready,” he whispered.
About the Author
Katrina Tortorici Anglehart is a born and bred Italian-Canadian from Montreal. A devoted academic, she holds a Bachelor of Arts in Journalism; a graduate certificate in Scriptwriting; and a Master of Fine Arts in Creative Writing. After dabbling in TV writing and working as a digital marketing content manager, she left the nine to five to launch her freelance editing and coaching career. Today, she relishes in helping aspiring authors to develop and refine their stories.
Ends August 25, 2021
