Color Blind # 1
Genre- YA paranormal
By- Penny Miller
All her life Harmony Phillips has felt defective. Growing up in a paranormal community where magikal abilities come from the wavelengths of color, a color blind girl is worthless, and they haven't let her forget it. No one but her adoptive parents, Charlie a Were-Lion and Sarah a Witch, along with her best friend Tesch, a Siren, have ever given her an ounce of esteem. When a fit of outrage unlocks the color yellow to her eyes, Harmony passes out cold with shock over her eggs and accidentally glamours her nemesis Challen Parks into a cowardly golden retriever. As other colors unfold before her eyes, so do new abilities. Love and friendship get turned upside down as Harmony struggles to have faith in people, discovering they are not always as they seem. The misfit becomes the outlaw as she is once again different from everyone else. What began as joy turns to peril when the paranormal Council finds out she is more than a Witch, or a Were or a Fae... oh my.
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Excerpt from Chapter Fifteen: Mr. Bellfwigg has become Harmony’s tutor and mentor for her extra courses in magik. They are having her first shield lesson.
“Okay, to build a shield, the idea is to take the yellow power you have and camouflage it in black. The blanket you have mentally wrapped around yourself, keep it close and hold it tight, nice and cozy. But think about it as if the blanket has two sides, one yellow and one without any color. The yellow side, keep close to you and the black side, you turn out.”
One of the things I really enjoyed about Mr. Bellfwigg being my Fae instructor came from the visual and sensory imaging concepts he planted. It gave my physical and mental self a clue as to what to do.
He’d told me during our first lesson that magik worked similar to what humans called neural mapping. If you could do something once, the body and mind created a blueprint to follow the next time, like what Charlie had told me about becoming a Were. Each time it would become easier until certain things just came naturally.
I closed my eyes again to attempt the description he had provided. I pulled my psychological sunshine and lemon coverlet tight about my body, snuggling in deep then tried to conceive the flip side of the protection as black cotton.
I heard a chuckle from my mentor and took a metaphysical glance at my perceived shield. It had come out as polka dot black and yellow, a weirdo lady bug. I still glowed in irregular round patches.
“Consider it a homework assignment.” Mr. Bellfwigg told me with good humor. By next week, I want you to be able to make a good shield. I think that’s enough for today. We will work on your glamour techniques tomorrow.”
I stood there and nodded. Believe it or not, all this mental visualizing tired me out. And it certainly worked up an appetite. But I also felt disappointed. I had a lot of questions about so many things.
“Um, Miss Phillips, you can let the power go now.”
“Oh, right.” Just as I had absorbed the energy into myself from foot to head, I loosened my grip on my mental blanket and let it fall to the floor around my feet where it disappeared into where it had come from. “I’m sorry, I forget sometimes. I had a stray thought.”
He shook his head with one of those ironic smiles adults sometimes had. “Don’t be sorry. It’s actually quite commendable that you don’t lose the power you gather when other thoughts intrude. That’s a hard lesson to teach and one you have sailed through with natural aptitude.”
I glowed again, not with power but with pride at the words. I hadn’t heard a lot of praise from my teachers over the years, especially for natural aptitude in anything. “Thank you.”
“You are welcome, Miss Phillips.” Mr. Bellfwigg answered formally, giving me a gracious nod of his head. “So what stray thoughts were you having that you didn’t release your power at once?”
“Oh. Well, I wondered about the shield lesson.”
“Well, what would happen if instead of having the outside of the blanket be black, if in my head, I made it white?”
One bottle brush eyebrow cocked while deep, immeasurable eyes regarded the question. “In theory?”
I shrugged my shoulders. In theory or for real, it didn’t matter. “Yeah, sure.”
“In theory, then, the person who could build a white shield, a truly white shield, would shimmer like a mirage. For all intents and purposes, they would be invisible magically and possibly in the physical sense as well. But it can’t be done.”
My shoulders drooped, dissatisfied. “Why not?”
“Because white is the perfect balance of all the colors in the spectrum. To achieve white, a paranormal would have to be well, in harmony with all the spectrums of magik. They would have to have white magik.”
“I’ve never heard of white magik, Mr. Bellfwigg.”
“That’s because it died out almost a thousand years ago with the dragons.”
About the Author-
Penny Miller is a born and bred Oklahoman. She has a nursing degree from Eastern Penny Miller Oklahoma State College and is a Registered Nurse in addition to being an author. Penny wrote her first short story complete with illustrations when she was seven-years-old and has been writing ideas and bits of dialogue ever since. As a child, her mother regularly read to her classic faery tales. It was those stories that ignited her imagination and attraction to the magical and whimsical. With her three children Robert, Amy and Cheyenne, she carried on the tradition of introducing them to fantasy and other worlds through stories. Three years ago, she co-authored erotic romance e-books under the pseudonym Jp Archer. At that time her daughters asked her when she was going to write stories they could read. Penny went to her keyboard and dug in and her debut solo novel, Color Blind, was born. Most importantly, creating a story in the Young
Adult/Paranormal genre is where she found her true voice as a writer. She hopes readers will become fans of her heroine Harmony Phillips and follow her story through the next phases; Colorful and Colorless.
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