After the strangest summer of their lives, Nate and Larissa prepare to face their biggest challenge yet: High school.
With jocks that seem intent on making Nate’s life miserable, the reappearance of the mysterious green-haired shifter (now with new and improved blue hair), and Charlie, the new girl, who affects Nate in the weirdest way, it’s shaping up to be a doozy!
Greendale High isn't the only place in turmoil; Panteria is dying and only the Pantera twins can save it. Will Nate to return to the world that he has sworn to hate before it’s too late?
L. M. Davis loves great storytelling. She needs nothing more than a good book and a comfy chair to be happy. She was born in the south, raised in the north, and has several English degrees under her belt. She currently lives in Atlanta and is contemplating getting a cat. It will probably be black. The first two books of her Shifters Novel series, Interlopers and Posers, are available now.
My writing may just be a little old school. I am a fan of description, of painting the picture, of setting the scene. The authors whose books I loved as a child (Susan Cooper, Virginia Hamilton, Madeleine L'engle) were masters of descriptive prose, which is so important to setting the scene, particularly when creating an entirely different world as I have done in the Shifters Novel series.
It's probably why I love fantasy so much, because it provides ample opportunity to build new worlds.
Finally, she reached the solid wall of rock that
shot up from the jungle floors. This was not a slope, like
that path that led towards the gateway to her human home. It
was hundreds and hundreds of yards of rock that sprouted
perpendicularly from the ground and stretched for miles on either
Out of the face of the cliffs grew thick, sturdy
vines and leaf-covered tree branches, which were as lush as the
jungle around her, even though it grew from rock and not
soil. That was the magic and the mystery of Panteria, which
had always been abundantly green in the past. The cliffs blended
with the jungle life that surrounded her creating a weird kind of
vertigo. It was as though the world had been turned on its
side and she was now standing on the wall instead of the
floor. That was a pretty accurate representation of how she
Tilting her head back, she could just make out
the ledge that broke the cliff face some three hundred feet
above. Taking a deep breath, she grasped one of the branches
that projected from the rock a couple of feet above her head and
began to hoist herself, a few feet at a time, up the side of the