Book Blitz Atlantis Rising by Gloria Craw

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Hey Addicts! I've got another blitz for Atlantis Rising by Gloria Craw. I am actually doing a review tour fro this very same book in 10 days, on January 16th, so be sure to come back for my full thought on this book. Until then, read on addicts and see if this book catches your attention like it did mine.

Atlantis Rising
Release Date: 01/06/15
Entangled Teen
352 pages

Summary from Goodreads:
I am different. I have always been different, but no one can know or my life will be in danger. So I hide in plain sight, wearing drab clothes and thick glasses and trying to be invisible. I’m so good at hiding, no one has ever noticed me. Until Ian…the mysterious and oh-so-cute boy I know I need to avoid.

Now I have been seen. And more terrifying still, I am wanted—by those who would protect me and those who would destroy everything and everyone I love. But if they’re all terrified about who I am, wait until they see what I can do…



Atlantis Rising Excerpt (At the Park)

Then nodding in the direction of my mom and dad, he added, “Those aren’t your parents, are they?”
“Not my biological parents…how did you know?”
“Your parents would be our kind. They would have known it was you making the boy scratch himself like that.” He paused a moment before continuing. “If I told you there were others like you, others who could do things with their minds, would you believe me?” My answer was no and yes at the same time. He didn’t wait for an answer. “You probably never get sick,” he continued. “You likely remember all sorts of things most people don’t. I’ll bet you’re in the accelerated learning program at your school, aren’t you?  Your parents and everyone else probably call you gifted.”
“Yes,” I said amazed that he knew so much.
“Humans think we’re brilliant, but it’s normal for our kind to remember, learn and understand faster than they do.”
“Our… kind,” I repeated.
His eyes met and held mine while he raised his left hand so his palm faced me. Through the space that separated us, I saw the familiar outline of the letter V in his palm. The lines were faint in my hand, barely noticeable unless you saw them every day. The lines in his hand were a deeper blue, but the shape was a perfect match.
“There’s not much difference between humans and us,” he said. “Human medicine hasn’t advanced enough to see the difference between our species. But make no mistake, the children of Atlantis are a separate people.”
At this point, a normal girl would have concluded the man was delusional. But I wasn’t normal. “The Children of Atlantis?” I asked.
“We call ourselves the dewing,” he continued. “It's an inside joke. Like dew on the grass in the morning, our elements are always present but seldom visible to humankind. We all have certain…abilities. I can join a mind to see emotions as clearly as words on page. This ability is fairly common. Yours is not, which makes you valuable.”
I snorted at the idea that my “itchy thoughts” were valuable to anyone.
“You don’t know what you’re capable of,” he insisted.
My mind whirled. A part of me wanted this conversation to be a figment of my imagination. Another part of me couldn’t deny he knew way too much about me to be accidental.  




Atlantis Rising Excerpt (The Laurel Book)

Removing the tissue paper I found the same book I’d seen laying on the floor at The Shadow Box six days ago.
“It's a genealogy of your clan,” Katherine explained. “We hesitated to give it to you at first, but ultimately… it seemed more wrong to keep it from you.”
A musty odor wafted toward me when I opened the cover. The first pages were yellowed with age and covered in a flourishing calligraphy I couldn't read. “Names and birthdates,” Katherine said, pointing at the writing. “Under each bold line is a death date.”
I skimmed more pages feeling the life and death that ran through them. Tears clouded my vision when I realized I'd never know the stories behind the names. There was no one left to tell them to me. Further in, the names shifted to English spellings written in an atrocious calligraphy. I could only make out a few of the letters. Seeing a scrap of paper marking a place near the end of the book, I turned there.
The writing was still difficult to read, but I interpreted one of the names as Grace Laurel, followed by a set of dates that meant nothing in the Western European Calendar. Saul Laurel had been penned next to it with another set of dates. Below them both was written Jillian Laurel.
Katherine pointed at the third name. “That's you,” she said. “Jillian Laurel.”
I’d never thought about my original name. I could only remember being called Alison, the name the state of Nevada had given me. Jillian seemed an odd name to me. I didn’t really like it. Shaking my head at the strangeness of it all, I pointed to the name above mine, “And this is my father?”
“Yes. There’s not much I can tell you about Saul. I only met him once, but from what I read in the book, he was a dewing without joining.”
Remembering that the tiger had referred to my father that same way, I asked, “What’s a dewing without joining?”
“In rare instances, a dewing will be born without the ability to join a human’s mind. They have all of our other abilities. In fact, their essence energy is often exceptionally strong. But when it comes to a human’s mind…they can’t connect. Dewing without joining pass a special energy to their children. It’s as if the child’s joining is stronger because the parent wasn’t able to use theirs.”
I thought about what she said and what it meant to me. “So, if I was a normal dewing, one who had been raised in a dewing family instead of a human one, my joining would be super strong?” I asked.
“Given the talent you probably inherited from your mother, and the latent energy you got from your father, yes.”


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About the Author
Gloria Craw grew up in the desert southwest, inspired every day by the wide skies and rich colors around her. After high school, she attended the University of Utah where she majored and got a degree in anthropology. These days, she lives in the ‘burbs’ just outside of Seattle, Washington where she is the shepherd of a husband, four daughters and a very hairy dog. 

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1 comments

  1. I absolutely loved this book. I was a part of the tour, but I didn't really check out the other posts. I wanted to see what you posted! I can't wait for a sequel for this one!

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