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The Storm Breaks
Demon Storm 
Book Six
Valerie Storm

Genre: Young Adult Fantasy
Publisher: Shadow Spark Publishing
Date of Publication: 7/13/2024
ISBN: 978-1-956883-22-0
Number of pages: 416
Word Count: 102,166 
Cover Artist: @Ginkahederling

Tagline:  Cast into the hands of enemies old and new, Kari is losing her grip. Will she fall?

Book Description: 

Wolf and demon born…under storm the land is torn.

Tendrils of darkness reach from the depths of her mind and shadows flicker around every corner. Still reeling from Raven’s horrific display of power, Kari suffers in silence.

When Guine finally returns with stories of a mirror that could help him with his problems, Kari finds herself hoping that maybe, just maybe, it could help with hers as well.

With the promise of a relatively straightforward outing, Kari, Ari, and Guine set forth to find the mirror.

But what they find beyond the looking-glass threatens not only Kari and her sanity, but also the world she loves.

Exclusive Bewitching Excerpt:

Kari’s bones felt like jelly. In fact, all of her insides felt like some form of liquid mush. Her head swam as consciousness slowly crawled its way into her mind. Light blinded her, but that wasn’t right. They were in a cave, where there was no light. She was…they had…

            She shot up, wincing as her head pounded. “AR—”

A hand clamped over her mouth, another behind her head. She clawed at the hand eclipsing the lower half of her face, drawing blood. The person did not even flinch, and Kari’s sense returned just enough to recognize Guine’s scent. She couldn’t see his face, but she felt his tautness; he was frozen, unusually fearful.

Through throbbing, blurry vision, Kari took in the sight of a room made of stone. A beam of sunlight doused them from an open grate high above. The walls were ancient, and crumbling, yet the room—bare as it was—was quite clean, and well-kept. Straight ahead of them stood a single door, black iron.

Where are we?

She pulled at Guine’s fingers, but the human wouldn’t budge. A low growl built in her throat, only to die at the sound of metal clinking. A key fitting into the black iron door.

Behind her, Guine drew a long, slow breath. Kari watched as the door creaked open, allowing the view of a torch-lit hallway and a single robed person. They held a lantern aloft, the small flame inside flickering.

Their gasp ricocheted off the high ceiling, making Kari flinch. “Call Master Radun!” they called over their shoulder, a man’s voice. “Now!”

To Kari and Guine, the man spoke softer, “My name is Dako. I—”

The words at his lips halted as he did; with one step into the room, he froze. His eyes bulged in his head. Kari had enough time to wonder what was wrong with him before his mouth fell open in a high, whining scream—he dissolved from the ground up, robe, flesh, and bone crumbling to dust.

She opened her eyes to find herself on the ground with her paws over her head. Thick thorns had risen all around her, crossing points just above her body.

Guine crouched against her snout. “You need to control yourself, Kari. Please.”

She whimpered.

“We are in your mind. Essie helped me get here. Do you remember that at all? Seeing Essie, and Ari?”

Kari breathed slowly, trying to stamp down the panic in her heart. When had they gotten to Freehaven? What had happened?

She shook her head.

Guine exhaled slowly. “The Catalyst must have taken over at some point. But when?”

Her heart thud, hard. The thorns above them creaked as they grew; Guine had to flatten himself against her to avoid one piercing his behind.

“Kari, focus!” Guine said sharply.

I’m scared.

“I know you are.” Her eyes flew open as he answered her thoughts—he could hear her? “That’s why I’m here, to help you.”

What happened? A low whine left her throat. What did I do?

Guine hesitated.

Tell me! A wave of stifling air surged after the demand. Guine coughed.

“Maybe the Catalyst woke at some point during the walk? I’m not sure. I’m certain now that it was in control when we arrived in Freehaven. You…”

Guine wavered again. Thunder rumbled high above them, making their thorn cage quiver.

“It’s asleep now!” Guine said quickly. “And Essie helped me get here so I could help you stop it!”

You said we saw Ari. The pattering of rain echoed above, and droplets of icy water trickled off the thin, sharp thorns. Did I…

Water peppered them, quickly drenching the ground around her body. Mud squelched beneath her, drawing her in.

“Kari, listen to me.” Guine dug claws into her snout, drawing unbidden tears to her eyes. “Ari is waiting for you, but if you can’t pull yourself together, neither of us will ever see him again.”

She looked up at him. Everything around them was colorless gray, and wet. Neither of us?

“We’ll both be trapped here forever. You have the control here—it’s your mind. Will we go see him again, or not?”

How can I fight the Catalyst? If it was in control, it was absolute. I…am I even me anymore?

Despair clouded and thickened the air. Mud swamped around her legs, slicking against her soft underbelly fur.

“If there was nothing of you left, Kari, I couldn’t be here.”

I want to see Ari.

“We will.”

How? How can we stop this?

“I haven’t done much mind-delving, I’ll admit, but Essie explained the general idea. Every mind has a ‘core’ which houses the very basis of what we are. I think—I’m sure—that the Catalyst’s hold on you is there. She expelled you from it and sent you here. I think…this is the outermost layer of your mind.”

Core? Outer layer? Kari thought tiredly.

“Yes. I believe you and the Catalyst share a core mind. That’s how it can take control at times; it’s essentially a separate personality within you. If we can go to the core and somehow put the Catalyst back to rest, or, better yet, get rid of it…”

Then I’ll be free, she interrupted, anticipation bursting in her heart. I won’t have to worry about the prophecy ever again.

She stood, shattering the now-brittle thorns with her back. The mud hardened and flaked away, and the rain ended so abruptly as if it had never come. Tepid sunlight dried them, and tentative grass sprouted between her paws.

What do we do?

“Well, like I said, I haven’t done much practice with minds like this. I can only say…walk forward? And try to stay focused. That is particularly important, Kari. If you lose track of your goal, you will wander and we’ll both be lost.”

Kari shook her head, flinging Squirrel-Guine from her. Then she stretched and shifted forms, becoming a humanoid demon again. She rolled her shoulders and stretched.

Out of the grass, Guine crawled, human again, and looking grumpy.

“Did you have to throw me?”

“You were on my nose,” she reprimanded him, “digging your mean little claws into me. If I’m honest, you deserve worse.”

“Whatever,” Guine relented. “Let’s go, shall we?”

Ari. I was so close to you before. I’ll see you again, soon.

Something heavy with dread tugged the back of her mind at the thought of him. The softly sweet smell in the air dampened, becoming sick.

“Focus, Kari,” Guine warned.

Taking a deep breath, Kari faced in a random direction, maybe north. She took her first step into the depths of her mind.

About the Author: 

Valerie Storm was raised in Tucson, Arizona. Growing up, she fell in love with everything fantasy. When she wasn’t playing video games, she was writing. By age ten, she began to write her own stories as a way to escape reality. When these stories became a full-length series, she considered the path to sharing with other children & children-at/heart looking for a place to call home.











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