Attie, is visiting my blog today to talk a little about herself and to spill the beans about Zarconian Island, on behalf of Aja Hanna. So, please give her a warm welcome.
So, here’s the thing. They told me to talk about myself except I don’t really like talking about myself all that much.
“But, Attie,” you whine. “Didn’t you just tell us your whole story?”
Okay, well. Yes. But that’s beside the point.
I don’t know. What do they ask normal people in these things? I guess I could tell you some stuff like that I grew up in Maryland. Right smack in the suburbs with my mom and dad and younger brother. I don’t know where I want to go to college or what I even want to go for.
I don’t have pets. I mean, I had a lizard once except it got stuck in a well, which wasn’t really a well as much as it was a mineshaft. And I suppose the lizard was never really stuck. More like hiding from Kate forever.
Then there was that time in LA with a giant cat that looked like a raccoon. But that doesn’t really count because the whole time we were there it was like “Duck!” and not like the bird. Anyway, that’s a whole other story.
Where was I? They’re telling me to say something about everyone I was stuck with on the island. Perfect.
Kate: My best friend. A pretty loyal companion even if she has bad taste in men and clothes.
Bryan: Some guy from school I never really liked and almost killed once. We’re getting along better now.
Michelle: A genius, if not a bit unsettled.
Jack Joshua: A passenger on the cruise. He survived after it crashed and ended up on the island with us. I would say more, but the court ordered me not to.
Doug: Well, he’s just…something else entirely. And yes, maybe I kind of like him.
My stomach knotted tighter, winding so hard it hurt.
Kate watched me, rubbing a piece of her hair between two fingers.
I bit my tongue, trying to work the words out.
"The boat …we're going under.”
Possessing powers that are feared and shunned, eighteen-year-old Alexandra “Attie” Hotep is no virgin to attacks. Her ancestors, the Zarconians-- mixed-blood inhabitants of Atlantis--were rumored to be the English fairies who kidnapped children, the Caribbean sirens that sunk ships, and the dream-like apparitions who broke into psyches. By the 1850s, they were hunted to near-extinction, leaving the existence of Atlantis and Zarconians little more than myth.
When a class trip turns deadly, Attie and her friends become stranded on an uncharted tropical island in the middle of the Pacific, and Attie finds herself targeted once more. With a jungle full of extinct and prowling animals, she struggles to find a compromise between keeping her friends safe and keeping her family's secret.
Enter Doug Hutchinson—the school’s soccer star, and a handsome boy with his own secrets. But Attie and Doug soon realize the animals aren't the only threat. There is a traitor amidst the group, one that plans to turn all Zarconians into permanent myths. And Attie is next on the list.