Raven (The Raven Witch Saga)

By SG Turner

I’ve been lied to my whole life. If only I’d known about the kidnapping, the fake family and the real reason why. But most of all, if only I’d known I’m not even human...
Lilly

After the inexplicable disappearance of Lilly Taylor's parents, she has no choice but to move to Canada and live with a family she didn’t even know existed. Once there, the truth starts to come out and she unravels some frightening yet intriguing family secrets.
Her whole life had been based on a lie. Lilly had grown up in a loveless home with a father who she had barely ever seen and a mother who was... well, not very motherly.
After they mysteriously disappear without a trace, she finds a whole new way of life with her new family in Canada. A life filled with love and people who care for her. But that's not all she discovers, Lilly also finds out that she isn't who, or what, she thinks she is.
Lilly has a very special ability and it's just a matter of time before her true self starts to shine. And when it does, her life will never be the same again. Especially when a particularly evil witch threatens her entire family.
Will Lilly ever find out what happened to her parents? Will she be able to defend herself against pure evil? Or is it simply too late for the Taylor family?
Raven is the first paranormal coming-of-age adventure story in The Raven Witch Saga. If you like unconventional characters and extraordinary storylines, then you’ll love S G Turner’s Raven.
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Praise for Raven
“I want to start by saying how epic this book was! I'm a teenager (I'm using my mum’s account) and I felt this is (almost, it's definitely in the top 3) the best book I've read"
"Refreshingly different from the usual YA novels"
"There are so many feelings you want to get back to. With books I want that Twilight feeling back, that Harry Potter feeling-and RAVEN gives it! I'm so happy I get to look forward to a series that I love again"
"I was gripped from start to finish. This book is a must for any Twilight fans out there. Raven has everything you expect from a fantasy novel and more"
"...the perfect book for the young (younger) adult reader who enjoys the supernatural. It's easy to read, no sex or horrible violence, so it's very suitable for even younger readers"

• Language: English
• Publisher: Chill Out Press
• Release date: May 9, 2011
• ISBN: 9789899734807

Book preview

1

The summer months were coming to an end when my parents disappeared. Although the day had begun like any other, it became one that I would never forget. 

That morning, as usual, I sat at the kitchen table listening to the noises drifting up from outside - traffic, police sirens, people laughing and shouting - while I struggled to swallow the piece of dry bread that was shoved in front of me. Eat, commanded my mother.

A small glass of milk just about helped it go down before she snatched the plastic tumbler from my hands, pulled me to my feet and shoved me out of the front door of our London flat without another word. Turning around to search her eyes, I attempted a smile in the hope that she might return it. But the door was shut in my face. A deep ache filled my stomach. I needed something that I had never experienced. I needed to know that she loved me.

Leaning against the door, I heard the familiar sound of her footsteps walking into the other room. She closed the door and locked it behind her. My mother and father had locked themselves in the spare room once again, just like they had done every day for as long as I could remember. I had always assumed they worked from home. I've no idea what they did, they never told me. I never asked. I wasn't allowed to ask questions. 

Running down the four long flights of stairs, I pushed open the large, heavy door that led outside. The noises multiplied and hit me, as did the dull smog and the intense London humidity that seemed to accompany every hot summer. As my feet touched the edge of the pavement, I stopped for a moment to allow a few cars to pass by before rushing across the road to school. I had to be quick. She was watching, she was always watching. My mother would peer down, staring blankly at me from the fourth-floor window of the room she and my father spent their days. It was as if she was making sure I was actually going to school. Like I would dare do anything else. She never smiled. She never waved. She just stared. Sometimes it was almost as if she was looking right through me.

Returning home at lunchtime, as I was forced to do every day, she was there at that window staring at me again, as if her stare would physically guarantee that I came home. She had done it every day since I'd started school, so it was normal for me. 

I unlocked the front door with my key and gingerly tiptoed into the kitchen, where I found her waiting for me.

Eat and get back to school, she said with a glare as I perched myself onto the old metal stool and began spooning the cold soup into my mouth. It was the same cold soup I'd eaten every day. It would have been nice to have something else, a different flavour, perhaps, but I would never have asked. Oh no. I'd experienced my mother's anger one too many times before. It's not that she had ever hit me, but I knew. I just knew that she wanted to, so I avoided making her mad at all costs. 

I believed that my mother's actions were the same as all other mothers. I imagined that she did what most mothers did. I didn't know any different. At least not until I met the newest girl at school, December Moon. When she had first arrived at the school, the other kids had sniggered and laughed when she had been introduced. Even I had thought it was a silly name to start with, but as soon as she spoke to me, I knew it was perfect. 

After her introduction to the class, the only spare seat available was next to mine. As my fellow students were in the habit of ignoring me, I was a little startled to have this pale but pretty flame-haired girl smile at me as she approached and sat down. I shyly returned the smile as she quietly took out her books and a pencil case from the orange rucksack she had carried on her back. Her clothes were multi-coloured and flowing – a long, heavy purple flowery skirt was paired with an orange and pink striped top, and brown boots. A brown headband held back her straight shoulder-length hair, and when she turned, I noticed it had a pink flower sewn onto it. Ordinarily, the colours wouldn't work together, but on December, they just seemed to fit... perfectly.

When the attention was no longer on her, December turned to me and whispered hello. She smiled again, and her whole face changed. It lit up. 

It didn't take long for December and me to become best friends. We were both shy and quiet and were mostly ignored by everybody else. It made sense that we should spend school time together. More than anything, though, I wanted to be friends out of school hours. My mother, however, had always made it quite clear that friends of any kind were strictly forbidden. Fortunately, she couldn't see past the school gates, so December always waited for me inside, out of my mother's view. She was my secret.

December and I had spent many a break time chatting about each other's lives. She was an avid reader of all kinds of books, even magazines. In fact, reading was pretty much all she did when she was at home. I was in awe of her, and I knew then that she must know a lot more about other people's lives than I did. That was how I learned that my parent's actions were not entirely normal. Her own parents, however, could not be described as 'normal' either.

My father died when I was three, she had told me soon after we'd met. He was a very old man, and I was very young, so I don't remember him.

The edges of my mouth turned downwards as the heavy feeling of sadness took effect. And what about your mother, December? Where is she?

She dumped me with my father's family shortly after he died and moved back to America on her own. She was from Seattle, Washington, apparently. Her response was so matter-of-fact that I didn't quite know what to say, other than Oh. 

Basically, my Aunt Penelope – that's my father's younger sister who I live with – tells me that my mother married my father for his money but when he died, leaving her with nothing, she dumped me with her and took off. 

Aunt Penelope basically makes sure I am fed, schooled and clothed. Other than that, we don't have much time for each other. She shrugged her shoulders. But that's fine with me. She doesn't like to be seen with me, especially when her super rich friends are around. Being my mother's daughter lowers the tone of her family... I even heard her say that to Monty once. Oh, Monty's our butler, chauffeur and sometimes gardener, she shrugged again, and that's when I saw a glimmer of something in her eyes. She wasn't quite so emotionless about it all after all. 

Having never known anyone rich before... and with a butler too, I thought it was quite weird for her to be a student in the same school as me. December?

Hmm?

Why doesn't your Aunt Penelope send you to a posh school?

Like I said, she'd rather I didn't exist so she'd rather keep me as far from her friends as possible.

That makes sense, I guess. In which case, I'm glad! I would never have met you otherwise! So do you not know anything about your mother? I asked, intrigued.

December shook her head, Nope. Nothing. 

The sound of the school bell put an end to our conversation and December didn't mention her mother or her father to me again for a very long time.

Discreetly waving goodbye to her on that fateful day, I knew there was something wrong the moment I stepped foot out of the school grounds. Looking up to the window expecting to see mother, a vision in white as usual, there was no sign of her. My heart began to thud faster in my chest as I ran as fast as I could up the stairs two at a time. I grappled with the key and pushed open the front door. She was nowhere to be seen. Neither was my father.

2

The spare room was locked as it always was, and no matter how hard I banged my fists on that door, there was no reply. I stopped and put my ear carefully against the solid wood to check for any sounds, but there was nothing. Just silence. Trying to kick the door down, I didn't even leave a single mark. I was just a slight girl with little strength, after all.

It was then that our neighbours, Dorothy and June, came rushing in.

Oh, my dear, my dear! Whatever is the matter? What is all this banging about? yelled one of the sisters as they tried to calm me down.

It's mother, I said, she's... she's disappeared. She's always here. I don't know what's happening. There's no answer at the door. Something's wrong, I sobbed.

Just at that moment, the sisters' black cat wandered in behind them. It immediately began purring at my feet and rubbed itself against my legs. It had never set foot in our apartment before, and it was strange that it did so then.

It jumped up so that it balanced on its hind legs and leaned against me. I momentarily forgot all about the commotion that I had caused and leaned forward to pick it up, cuddling it while it continued to purr. That's strange, said June, she's usually terrified of people. The cat was clearly not terrified of me. It was the first time I had ever stroked an animal, and I felt a strange affinity with it. It was a wonderful feeling as it rubbed its head against my neck. Looking into her deep, warm eyes, for a moment, I felt a strange sensation within me. It felt as though I was being loved. I didn't want to lose the feeling, so I sat down on the floor and stroked her soft fur, smiling. 

I'm going to call the police, one of the sisters said as the other tried to coax me off the floor. I didn't feel myself, for some reason. A strange trance-like state came over me.

Come now, dear. Come and sit on the sofa. You'll catch your death on those cold floor tiles.

I did as I was told and followed her to our uncomfortable hard red leather sofa, where we waited until the police arrived. The cat sat on my lap, and the two sisters sat on either side of me.

We know that your mother leads a strict routine, my dear, so to hear you banging on the door like that had us worried, said June. 

We've never known anything ever happen to you like this, so we thought we'd better come over straight away and find out what's going on, added Dorothy as she gently patted my hand with her own wrinkled, yet perfectly manicured, fingers.

My calm moments with the cat were cut short by the arrival of two young uniformed male police officers, followed by a third woman. The cat jumped out of my arms like a shot. She was clearly spooked by the presence of strangers and had vanished from our flat, presumably to return to the safety of her home. My calm feeling faded the moment she was gone.

The female police officer was very kind and polite and asked me a few questions about myself and my parents. When had I last seen them? Where did they work? Was it common for them to leave without telling me? Did they have mobile phones? I didn't even know the answer to the last question, although if they did, I never saw or heard them. Technology wasn't a word I heard used in our home. Not that there were ever many words used at all. 

More questions were asked of me, and so I answered them as best as I could before the other two police officers managed to literally knock the door down. I wasn't prepared for what I saw, and I don't think they were either. There was almost nothing. Just a simple room, painted black – the floors, ceiling and walls all painted black. There were no chairs, no desks, nothing. The only things to be seen in the room were a small black shelf which contained two glass vials. One was filled with a thick deep red liquid, and the other contained what appeared to be something from the insides of an animal – I couldn't identify it, but it looked disgusting. A pang of fear shot through me. Fear for my parents' safety.

Do you have any idea what substance this is, Miss? asked one of the police officers.

I shook my head. I've never been in here before. 

The two men gave each other a sideways glance that was way too obvious for me not to have seen.

Right then, Miss, would you like to wait outside while we gather some of this evidence together? said the first officer as the other led me out of the black room.

Snippets of conversation could be heard as I waited for them to finish. 

This is definitely blood. What on earth do you think has been going on in here then, Pete? 

Beats me, Dave. I tell you one thing though, it's weird, whatever it is. It's almost like something out of a horror film. Here... look at this.

The female officer appeared by my side and cleared her throat. The conversation in the black room suddenly became quieter. 

Don't worry, Lilly. We'll get to the bottom of this, she said, smiling. We'll find your mum and dad.

After about half an hour, the officers appeared from the room, carrying the vials in two clear plastic bags.

Okay, Constable Madley, we've all the evidence now. We'll take them to the lab for tests, said the taller of the two.

He tipped his hat to me and smiled before carrying everything out of the flat.

Following behind, the other one stopped in front of me and crouched down, looking right into my eyes. His dark brown eyes and the soft laughter lines around his mouth gave him a look of kindness. I hadn't noticed when they'd first arrived. Lilly, we'll be in touch as soon as we have any information as to the whereabouts of your parents. Don't worry. We'll find them. He stood up then and patted Constable Madley on the back. They were clearly friends as well as colleagues. He smiled at her, Thank you, Constable Madley. We'll see you back at the station.

3

My parents' disappearance continued to be a complete mystery. The police had told me that even though they had followed several lines of enquiry and spoken to countless people; they had come up without a single clue to go on. Not one person had seen them. I was the only one that had seen them that day. Well, I had seen her. I hadn't actually seen my father. I had just assumed he was there. I rarely saw him anyway, I rarely even heard him. Every now and then I would hear her speak to him, but I never heard him reply.

It had been a hot and humid summer and, unusual for England at that time of year, it had lasted for quite a few weeks. Naturally, there had been a hosepipe ban as happened every time the sun shone for more than a week there. I had only been aware of it because my teachers were keen to teach us all about current environmental issues.

Not that I noticed the ban. We didn't have a garden, we didn't even have any plants. Our home was a bare flat in London where I had lived all my life – all thirteen years of it. I can't say I was happy, nor can I say I was particularly unhappy because I wouldn't have known the true meaning of either word. 

I was very much a loner with no friends until December came along. Luckily, the majority of kids at school were pleasant enough to us, but we didn't feel like we belonged with any of them, so we simply avoided contact. Of course, there were a few that taunted us every now and again, but we took little notice. They seemed to tease a lot of people at school, having silly nicknames for everyone - apart from December. The kids were amused enough by her name not to bother making up another. Mine was Mellow Yellow – probably because I was so quiet and wore a lot of yellow. Not by choice, though. The few clothes that I owned were bought by my mother, and for some reason, they were all yellow, not even a nice shade of yellow. All were second-hand clothes, and none fitted me correctly, but I certainly couldn't complain even if I hated them all. Like I said, my parents and I didn't really talk. 

December and I preferred being in our own little world, alone with our thoughts or curled up with a sneaky book under the large chestnut tree in the playground. 

At school, we blended into the background. We were courteous to most people, and most of them were polite to us. Yet if you asked anyone about me, even my name, I doubted very much that any of the kids would know. At least that was the case until my parents mysteriously vanished from the face of the earth. Then everyone seemed to know my name. Everyone knew I was Lilly Taylor.

Word had spread rapidly as I walked through the school gates a few days later. 

Out of habit, December had waited hidden behind the walls for my arrival. She needn't have, of course. She hugged me tightly but didn't say a word. Somehow she just knew how I felt.

Shame the other kids didn't have a clue. Fingers pointed, people whispered and stared at me. Not a single other person approached me. Had it not been for December, I would have felt even more alone than I had ever felt before. I could easily have cried on her shoulder, but the tears did not come. As much as I wished they would, they wouldn't come, perhaps because I had never really had much of a relationship with either parent. I never felt loved. I never even felt liked. But they were my family. 

The closest people to me at that time of my life, other than December, were the kind neighbours who had offered to take care of me until my parents were found. Or, in the event that they did not return; until plans were made for me to travel across the world to stay with my grandfather in Canada. A grand-father I knew nothing about. December would be crushed. I was her only friend, and she needed me as much as I needed her. I would hate to have to leave her, but deep down, I knew that it was likely.

Rather than put me into temporary foster care, Social Services had agreed that my staying with the sisters was the best thing for me. Familiarity, they said, would be better than handing me over to complete strangers. Dorothy and June were spinsters. They had never married but had been happy enough living together their entire lives. They were kind and honest, and they were trustworthy. I couldn't really have stayed with December even if I had wanted to. She didn't have the best relationship with her aunt. What her wealthy aunt gave to December in financial security, she lacked in love. She was as lonely as I was, and her aunt would never have allowed her to take me home with her.

Later that afternoon, I had rushed out of the school gates and looked up at the window to see if my mother had come back. She wasn't there, of course. No vision in white.

As I stood there, it occurred to me that for the very first time in my life I could do anything I wanted. Anything in the world. But I had no idea what to do. I looked around and watched many of the other kids laughing and joking. Some kicked around a football, others sat on the wall sneakily smoking cigarettes, while some of the younger ones were collected by their loving parents. December sadly waved goodbye from her chauffeur-driven car.

Instead of heading 'home', I gingerly walked in the opposite direction, looking back over my shoulder afraid that someone might swoop down and pull me back. Yet for the first time ever, I felt no pull to return to that place. If it weren't for Dorothy and June, I would probably have just carried on walking, but deep down I knew I couldn't hurt them like that. Especially when they had shown nothing but kindness to me.

So I turned around and headed back up those stairs. The ones I had walked up a million times before. Yet this time, I entered the apartment across the hall from my parents' place. As I unlocked the door, the most delicious smell of home cooking invaded my every pore, and the sounds of laughter came from the living room. I followed the sounds, and instead of finding the sisters, I found the television switched on. I sat down and watched for a few minutes, laughing at the silly man who pranced around like a complete idiot getting himself stuck in ridiculous situations. Watching until it finished, I discovered that he was called Mr Bean. It was then that I felt an overwhelming sense of guilt for doing something I was never permitted to do. I peered over my shoulder guiltily before getting up and walking into the kitchen.

Oh, hello, dear. You're just in time for dinner. Come in. Don't just hover by the door. I hope you had a good day at school. I've made us a Shepherd's Pie. I hope you like that, said Dorothy as she gently pushed her white-blonde curls behind her ears before spooning the food onto a plate for me.

I had no idea what a Shepherd's Pie was,

Reviews for Raven (The Raven Witch Saga)

[ravenswoodpublishi-1 · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

"RAVEN" BY SUZY TURNERLately I have been stumbling across some of the most amazing YA writers, and Suzy Turner is by far one of the best. I love the fact that she has brought elements of all supernatural beings into her story and the plot was very well thought out where explanations for every aspect were articulated so there was no mistake. She writes with intelligence and precision and the result is something otherworldy and completely beautiful. This story is about Lilly Taylor, otherwise known as Lilly Tulugaq a 13, almost 14 year old girl that has grown up without the true love of a parent her entire life. For so long she has thought it was normal for parents to act the way hers did until they disappear... that's when she starts to find out that her world is anything but normal and her true family is something that fantasies and dreams are made of. When she goes to live with her grandfather Gabriel, she not only finds the acceptance and love she always craved, but she finds an entire world that is far more dangerous than she could have ever imagined. This YA novel is a definite must read and don't miss out on our contest for the sequel this month! But don't read "December Moon" until you've read "Raven" you can find both of these books on Amazon.com.

[lemurkat · Rating: 1 out of 5 stars]

I found this story an entertaining enough way to fill in a few hours of my time, but ultimately not enough to persist with it. I gave up about the bit where a 17 year old boy starts professing his interest in a 13-year old girl. Lily is seriously too young. I mean... I said to myself "I'm going to pretend she's fifteen" to force myself to continue with it.

She's also rather dull, and Turner's writing style is rather lacking (very much a this happened, and then this happened and here's why that happened - tell not show) and the conversations are unconvincing and stilted. It just feels awkward.

Lily deals with everything in a sort of meandering fashion, taking everything in her stride - from the neglect she experiences under her mother, to the disappearance of her parents, to being transported halfway around the world from the UK to Canada and being forced into a major social situation with more relatives than you can shake a stick at. Given her upbringing, I would suspect she would be severely socially retarded, but no, for some reason everyone likes her and she only gets tongue-tied when faced with the most gorgeous boy she has ever seen. Given she's only really gone between school and home, and doesn't watch tv, I can't imagine she's really seen much in the way of boys in general.

And then he announces that he is feeling drawn to her - for reasons we can only imagine. And I stopped reading and proceeded on to the next book in my reading pile. I might finish this at some point, but judging by the other reviews, it's not really worth the effort.

Was a free kindle book when I acquired it, so it's not like I'm not out of pocket anyway. I was only reading it because I finished the one I was reading (on my kindle) and didn't have my next (proper paper) book with me. I chose it randomly cos the author's surname started with T. I'm reading through the alphabet in order and it's time to read U.

[mypennameonly · Rating: 3 out of 5 stars]

Being a Book Reviewer is not really easy as it appears to be as a considerable of effort goes into writing each review. Regardless of whether I’ve bought the book [cost not coming into play] or have won it in a giveaway, if I can’t give a rating of at least THREE STARS, I don’t post a review.I had anticipated to get more from the book than had been realized when I got to the last page. What ruined the book’s storyline the most for me has been the age difference between the protagonist Lily, age thirteen; and the guy she got smitten by, aged seventeen. Come on now, she hasn’t even had her Sweet Sixteen birthday, the age for most girls where an interest in boys takes off. Lily is far too naïve to truly understand what love is all about and for this to happen so quickly between these two individuals. Perhaps being my age, I’m too old-fashioned to “appreciate” all this. What makes all this even worse is that sexual relations with a prepubescent child, which I believe is what we have in the pages of this book, is generically called child sexual abuse or molestation, and is typically treated as a more serious crime. Given this, I feel a classification for this book as being one for young adults [YA] is definitely out of line, as is a classification of new adults [NA]. Don’t get me wrong; the book itself has a wonderful paranormal, page-turning storyline and had the ages been 17 and 21, the NA classification might be more appropriate for the readers it would attract. Be advised the author has used British English in the writing this book, so the spelling and word usage might seem strange to those not familiar with it. With the current ages of the two main characters in place, the dialogue being used, and the incorrect identification of the non-human characters in the book; the best I can give this book is 3 STARS.

[bella55075 · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

I am so glad that I was given the chance to read this amazing book. All of the characters fit so well together. From the first page you feel for Lily. She has a mother who hates her and restricts her to school and home. Lily has no idea that this is not normal. This has been her life for as long as she can remember. Lily's father is more of a shadow than a person. Little does she know that there are so many secrets and lies. One day Lily comes home to find their home empty. Her parents are gone and her world is going to be turned upside down. Eventually Lily meets her fathers side of the family and the answers to her questions are more confusing than the questions.The pain that she goes through as her world is ripped apart and the love you feel when she finally gets the love she has needed. I cant wait for the second book.

[krista23 · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

Wow, this book was so interesting and different than some of my recent reads. The first couple of chapters were fantastically creepy and interesting at the same time. We are introduced to a girl who's mother doesn't really talk to her. She is not allowed to go anywhere, talk to anybody and hasn't even seen her father who lives in the house! She has never had a cooked meal, only eating canned food and her mother watches her out the window as she comes and goes from school.The introduction was very creepy, I wasn't sure what to expect, a horror book or heavy tale of loss and depression. But the story develops into this fantastical tale of shape shifters and good vs evil. It was so reminiscent of stories by The Brothers Grimm that I was surprised when I finished it that this was not a book that people were talking about.The only thing that I noticed caught me off guard was that it felt that it could be a middle grade novel. As the main character is really in her teens, she was so guarded and protected throughout her childhood that she is very naive and emotional. For the majority of the book I kept thinking she was younger than she was. As she moves to Canada and begins to see what family is really about, the connection, friendships and love that comes from that we see her constantly overwhelmed with emotions on how she should feel. I loved being able to see things from a different perspective, it felt so nice to just go back to the basic things in life and have that reminder.Not only does Lilly learn what family is, there is some fantastic supernatural things going on. A blend of wonderful and interesting characters. When Lilly moves to Canada to live with her Grandfather after her mother and father disappear we learn several mysterious secrets that surround the family. The best part is their connection to the Ravens.

[lauramoore_1 · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

Wow Wow Wow, I don't even know where to begin with this review, so let me start here. Usually I am very skeptical when it comes to reading books with a paranormal aspect and I think that it's because they are so far-fetched in regards to reality that I have a hard time connecting with the characters, but this book changed that for me for sure. In fact, i'm going as far as to say that THIS IS the BEST paranormal YA book that i've ever read.Lilly is stuck in England with an unloving mother and a barely there father, so when both of her parents disappear, Lilly gets uprooted and moved to her grandfather who she's never met halfway across the world in British Columbia, Canada. Lilly is in for a lot of suprises though, when everything and I mean everything she thought she knew about her life gets turned upside down! This story honestly gripped me from the first page and held on tight until the last page. My only complaint about this book was that it wasn't long enough, I got to the last sentance and was devastated that the story was over, but thrilled to learn that this is the first in a series. Book 2 is due out this September, and you better believe i'll be counting down the days until I can get my hands on this book. I honestly could sing my praises for this book for days, but instead i'm going to give you a word of advice and tell you to go pick up this book and read it, I promise you will not want to miss out on this series!

[jldobias · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

The Raven Sage: Part 1 Raven by Suzy Turner

This is one of those plots that sort of creeps along and holds you there for quite a while. Once you get to about 25% of the book it nails you. This does not have one of those page turner openings with the heart-pumping heart stopping hook. But Suzy Turner proves that you don't need that to make good stories work.

When we first meet Lilly Taylor- we don't know her name. In fact for all we know it might be eat- that's what her mother seems to say just as shes addressing her in the few times we witness any exchanges between them. I think this is to help jar the reader into understanding that Lilly's home life is nothing near normal. And, just when she thought things would continue in their horribly boring way her parents disappear. For Lilly this is equally as distressing as it should be for any young girl of thirteen years and yet it's somehow less so because she has a very strange relationship with her parents.

The one thing about Lilly is that she's always had this life and knows no other and she has had few friends up until December Moon, her newest classmate, shows up. Unfortunately due to circumstances Lilly will have to move away from December and from England to live with her grandfather in Canada until her parents are found.

Though the disappearance of her father and mother has some strangeness attached to it, Lilly doesn't know strange until she reaches Canada and her extended family in British Columbia near Vancouver. Lilly goes from a life of seeming imprisonment to a wide open wonderful colorful world that seems to have a magic to it that not only touches her heart but pulls her deep into it's mystique. What she doesn't realize is that she has a special connection.

Her grandfather Gabriel tries to slowly and carefully break some of the family secrets to her. Lilly is anxious and almost demands to know and soon she'll discover the deceptions that have been perpetrated on her and her world will be turned upside down. She's also destined to -at the age of fourteen- have her first true love.

Unfortunately the family secrets and new revelations about her life will begin to interfere with that part of her new-found happiness. It seems that Lillian's true surname is Tulugaq-not Taylor-and Tulugaq means Raven. Her family carry a gene for shape-shifting into Ravens. What's more her mother-that she grew up with-is not her mother at all. But the woman Vivian is a witch who has enchanted her father somehow and stolen both of them away from the family after her sister and mother died.(All of this occurred right after her birth.)

Lilly has the potential to shape-shift into one of two creatures. A raven or a cat (of some sort-usually determined by the persons character-I think). Lilly's true mother's family are cat shifters. Lilly is about to be be thrust into a secret world of vampires, werewolf, witches, shape-shifters and more.

You'll have to read to find out what Lilly might become.

Suzy Turner does an excellent job of creating her world where there is a special council of elders who make rules to govern all of these strange creatures. It turns out that more people than just Lilly have been victims of Vivian. And Lilly must come to terms with what she is so that she can begin to help in the search for her father who was being slowly brought to the brink of death by Vivian who uses certain special types of people to help extend her life ( at their expense).

This is a great story that proves once again that your hook can actually be your great ability to tell a great story and doesn't have to include a thrill ride introduction with several paced mind numbing thrills and terrors through out. There are plenty of conflicts and things to stimulate the readers imagination throughout this and Lilly is a truly engaging character from which we are introduced to the wonders of British Columbia and the rich world building of Suzy Turner.

This is definitely a great story for Young Adults and Mature Adults. I usually read science fiction but this fantasy with a small edge into the world of horror and the magical with potential for paranormal romance is quite a draw. It reads as though Lilly is growing up as the story begins to unfold and flower to maturity. I enjoyed it so much-when the last page arrived I was a bit heartbroken.

It's a good thing there are two more books. I got this one free as you may also be able to do and I'll definitely be purchasing the others.

J.L. Dobias