But we were working on it every day, Loki and I, and Wila, Tove, and even Finn. We were going to turn the Tryle into something they should’ve been al along. A great people with a great appreciation for each other and for life.

I wil make this world a better place, whether they like it or not.

That’s the fun of being Queen.

About the Author

Amanda Hocking is a lifelong Minnesotan obsessed with John Hughes and Jim Henson. In between making colages and drinking too much Red Bul, she writes young adult urban fantasy and paranormal romance.

This is the final book the Tryle Trilogy. Hollowland – an urban fantasy with zombies – is her latest novel. The first four books in her vampire series – My Blood Approves, Fate, Flutter, and Wisdom

– are out now, as wel as a novela Letters to Elise.

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Jason Letts is an author and editor of young-adult and paranormal fiction. The books of his young-adult fantasy series, Powerless, are available now, and he and Amanda Hocking wil release the first book in a new paranormal romance trilogy, entitled Inevitable, in January 2011. The story features an entrancing spirit from infinity who does her best to improve the life of a young man before a tragic accident wil take his life. You can contact Jason via email at [email protected] or find out about him and his books at www.powerlessbooks.com.

Jenny Pox Excerpt

Read a bonus excerpt from Jenny Pox by J. L. Bryan –

available now!

Jenny sat in the red dirt and played with a plastic dinosaur. She liked the front yard, with al its mysteries--the high clumps of weeds, the big falen-over tree trunk shaggy with scrub growth, the shiny bottles and cans Daddy left everywhere. She liked al the funny pieces of machinery and broken furniture around the shed. People brought things to Daddy’s shed, and he fixed them, sometimes.

Daddy was a Handy Man, except when he was Drinking.

Jenny heard a funny, shaking noise, like one of the old rattle toys in her room. It was from somewhere near the falen tree.

Maybe on the other side of it.

She crawled on the sandy, oil-stained dirt, through high weeds. She startled a chipmunk near her knee and he skittered away from her. She giggled at the funny little striped creature.

The rattle sounded again and she crawled to the tree. She turned and crawled along its length, stopping every foot or so to poke her fingers into the weeds and ivy that had grown over the falen tree’s bark. She puled aside stringy plants to peer into dark places under the tree, and she squinted her eyes to peer into knotholes.