Fiction Fest: The ‘Truth’ will set you free

Fractured-Truth_2x3“This is seriously addictive reading,” said USA Today of Rachel McClellan’s “Fractured Light” and “Fractured Soul,” adding that “…if you like YA paranormal romance, you’ll be hooked.”

“Fractured Light” and “Fractured Soul” were the first two books in McClellan’s Fractured Light trilogy, which means fans are in for a third installment, “Fractured Truth.”

Don’t worry, you won’t have to wait long, the book drops on April 8.

About Book 3:
Llona is determined to end the fight with the Vykens once and for all. All she needs is to find and destroy the Shadow—the ultimate source of dark power. But when she makes a startling discovery about someone she loves, Llona has to fight the toughest battle yet in this exciting conclusion to the Fractured Light series.


Llona was devastated at the end of Book Two, “Fractured Soul.” The person she loved most, Christian, died a painful death at the hands of Cyrus. Bent on revenge, she seeks out all Vykens who played a role in his death. But then the most remarkable thing happens…. Read on to discover a major spoiler!

An approaching wind stirred nearby debris. Liam was coming.

Afraid of what might happen to him should he engage the shadow, I turned my palm up and forced Light from my hand. The shadow’s shapeless form lit up like lightning in thunderclouds, and I felt its force tremble. It was in that moment that I realized just how powerful Light was. The shadow’s dark energy wouldn’t stand a chance if I could just maintain this position. Easier said than done.
 I concentrated hard, trying not to think about my burned, exposed flesh. Every drop of rain that fell from the sky and hit my skin sent a jolt of electricity up and down my body. I wasn’t strong enough. And I wasn’t ready to die.

For just a moment, doubt set in and broke my concentration. My Light flickered, only for a second, but it was enough time for the shadow to escape my grip and fly away.

“Are you okay?” Liam asked, just as he changed back to his physical form. He knelt beside me, while also keeping his eyes out for the shadow.

I couldn’t answer. Instead I turned my head slightly to the side to search for Jackson. If we could just get him back, maybe a small part of what happened tonight would be worth it.

Near the burning truck was the fury. He was standing erect, watching us, but not causing any more damage. And beyond him stood Jackson. He was holding someone back. Someone who was screaming and trying to break free. What were they saying? I focused my hearing. That’s when I heard, “Llona!”

My heart stopped and my eyes opened wider. It can’t be. I moved to sit up but cried out from the pain.

“Llona!” the man shouted again.

And that’s when I knew. It was Christian. He was alive.