Fiction Fest: ‘Uncovering Cobbogoth’ for a sneak peek

Uncovering Cobbogoth 2x3 WEBFor those who’ve missed the Harry Potter world, here’s a pretty good alternative,” said the Deseret News of Hannah Clark’s “Uncovering Cobbogoth,” adding, “The story is rich and it moves along at a good pace…”

If you don’t have a copy of this book yet — and even if you do — the author is hosting a launch party this Friday, May 16, at The Manor’s Garden Room in the Shops at Riverwood, 4801 N. University Ave., Suite 370, Provo. The party gets underway at 6 p.m. and goes until 8 p.m. Ample supplies of the book will be on hand.

Here’s a free peek at “Uncovering Cobbogoth” to keep you occupied until the launch party.

EXCERPT:

For the past several months, Norah has been having strange dreams.  She initially believes they are part of the hallucinations that have been plaguing her since Gram’s death.  However, as time goes on, Norah begins to wonder if her peculiar visions aren’t something more prophetic.

Standing before me was a woman with tangled, waist-length hair—hair the color of blood. Her eyes shone like amethysts. She reminded me of a painting Uncle Jack gave me when I asked him yet again for a mother—a painting of the prophetess known as the Opalian Eye in the Cobbogothian legends. As her eyes shone down upon me, I remembered her name—Totherma. She watched me carefully. Then, lifting her arm, she pointed to my right. I looked and saw a woman covering her face and crying.

Turning back to Totherma, I watched her enter a doorway, walk down a corridor, and stop in front of another doorway. I went to follow, but something made me look down. My hands were covered in blood, and the floor sparkled with shards of glass. I smelled something pungent and musty, something burning.

Looking up, I saw Totherma pointing into the doorway where she stood. I hurried to meet her, but my path was suddenly blocked by people dressed in white.

Angels? I wondered.

They were huddled around something , and I knew that whatever it was had caused that salty, burning smell.

I struggled to get by them, trying to see what Totherma wanted me to see. I stood as tall as I could, but it wasn’t enough. I looked for Totherma until our eyes met. Understanding, she lifted her arm, and with the motion of her hand, I rose up off the ground. I could see over the group of people into the center of the circle.

What I saw made me scream . . .