TITLE: LANDING MELODY
GENRE: YA urban fantasy
It was the red leather box that grabbed her attention.
Stella ran her finger across the top, faded from being next to the
only window in the attic. She touched the copper latch. It popped
open, and she pushed the lid up.
An objected nestled on silk cloth laid in the box. It was a flute. A
The design appeared to be the same as a regular metal flute—other
than the fact that where it was supposed to be metal, there was
oak-like wood. Polished. Dark. It looked so smooth and inviting.
Leaning forward, Stella reached out and touched it—
“OWW!” Sparks jumped out from it, and she stumbled back, clutching
her wrist. Streams of pain shot up her arm.
She howled and curled to the floor. Her arm shook and buzzed as
though she'd stuck her finger in an outlet. She clenched her hand and
shrieked as another wave of pain pulsed through her veins.
Then she thumped to the floor and blacked out.
FORTY MINUTES EARLIER. . .
Anything would have been better than this.
Stella stood in the doorway of the Victorian home and reached for
her godfather's hand. Paris took it and squeezed.
“You all right?” His words dropped like pebbles in the silence.
It wasn't true.
“Just seems so big,” she whispered. How stupid that sounded. Why be
afraid of a house when she needed to worry about the reason she stood
in front of it?
The house sat buried among a cluster of Alabama oak trees, Spanish
moss dangling from the branches. It stood huge enough where Stella had
to tilt back her neck to look up. Windows dotted the whole building.
She kept looking to see if anyone stared down at them.