Release Date: 06/2015
Flux Publishing
Summary from Goodreads:
Everyone at Singer, a boarding school for
underprivileged kids, knows the urban legend of the Society of Seven. Decades
ago, the original members of the secret guild for elite students murdered the
school's founder and then perished in the fire they lit to hide the evidence.
Or so the story goes.
Talan Michaels doesn't care
about Singer's past. He's too focused on his future and the fact that he'll be
homeless after he graduates in May. To take his mind off it, he accepts a
mysterious invitation to join a group calling itself the Sevens. He expects
pranks, parties, and perks. Instead, he finds himself neck-deep in a conspiracy
involving secret passages and cryptic riddles about the school's history. Even
worse, he's now tangled in web of lies someone will kill to keep hidden
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“At the end of the day, it’s Talan and his endearing combination
of bravado and vulnerability, coupled with the crackling chemistry he shares
with Laney, that will keep readers turning the pages. A satisfying read for
secret-society fanatics and romantics alike.” – Kirkus Reviews
Excerpt:
I cut across the quad toward the oldest
building on campus. Why would they want to see me here? Except for the Pillar
thing, I can’t think of anything I’ve done wrong recently. That they know of,
anyhow.
I open the front door and flash my pass at
the security guard. He reads the note over a couple times as I sign in. “Room
07? I don’t see a lot of passes for rooms in the basement.” He hands it back
and points to a doorway. “Take that stairwell there.”
The muscles in my shoulders stiffen as I
ramble down the rickety steps into a dark corridor. The air is humid and musty.
There’s a single dim bulb hanging from the ceiling in the center of the long
hallway.
Unnerved, I squint to read the faded
numbers on the old wood doors. The darkness in the narrow hall is starting to
trigger my claustrophobia. When my shoes squeak like a bad speaker, I twist
around, thinking someone’s behind me. What am I freaking out about? There’s no
one else here. I’m alone.
Alone.
In a strange building.
For a meeting I knew nothing about.
In an empty hallway… in a dimly-lit
basement… that no one ever uses.
The hairs on my arm stand up. My eyes shift
around, searching the walls for anything familiar.
“Hello?”
No answer.
All the classroom lights are off except for
one at the very end of the hall. A strip of light glows from under the door. I
drift toward it like an insect to a bug zapper.
The door to room 07 creaks as I open it and
wander inside. The room is empty, except for a chalkboard on one wall with a
message:
Yes,
Talan. The letter is for you. And it’s real.
My breath catches in my throat. What
letter? What’s going on? I look
around the room and then peer out into the hallway, but there’s still no one around.
Scanning the room again, I spot a black
velvet envelope with a red wax seal sitting on the ledge of the chalkboard. I
go over and grab it, just as a cold sweat starts to collect under my shirt.
Inside is a card printed with fancy
writing:
Master Talan Michaels,
You have been chosen for membership in the
resurrected Society of Seven. Participation in The Society requires absolute
loyalty, a lifelong oath of silence, and a commitment of sacrificial service to
the true purposes of our brotherhood. In return, pledges are bestowed the
secrets of The Society, including access to fraternal wealth and wisdom. Upon
final initiation into The Society, each member is assigned the Great
Responsibility and awarded the Great Reward—the use of society resources to fulfill
your greatest desire.
Choose or refuse, you will have until
midnight tonight to decide. If refusing, destroy this card and speak of it
never, lest ye choose to invite misery upon yourself. Be warned: Do not take
this vow lightly.
If accepting, return this invitation by way
of the mausoleum of Mary Harper Singer, behind the Chapel ruins in the cemetery
off Rucker Road. Slide this card under the palm of the weeping angel that
watches over our beloved matriarch.
Noblesse Oblige: “To whom much is given, much is expected.”
Lynn Lindquist lives in a suburb of Chicago with two
overly-social sons and a mutt named Slugger who wisely hides under the bed most
days. The hordes of teenagers that regularly frequent her house (think Panama
City Beach during spring break) provide fodder for her young adult novels and
growing anxiety disorder. Ever since her sons broke the Guinness Record for
Largest-Rager-Thrown-While-a-Parent-Was-Out-for-the-Night, she enjoys spending
her free time at home entertaining friends, cooking, reading, and writing.
Thankfully, her favorite things in life are her sons, words, and kids, so she
wouldn’t have it any other way.
She is represented by Katherine Boyle at Veritas
Literary Agency.
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