About the BookSALTAuthor: Danielle EllisonRelease Date: January 7, 2014Publisher: Entangled TeenPenelope is a witch, part of a secret society protecting humans from demon attacks. But when she was a child, a demon killed her parents—and stole her magic. Since then, she’s been pretending to be something she’s not, using her sister’s magic to hide her own loss, to prevent being sent away.
When she’s finally given the chance to join the elite demon-hunting force, Penelope thinks that will finally change. With her sister’s help, she can squeeze through the tests and get access to the information she needs to find “her” demon. To take back what was stolen.
Then she meets Carter. He’s cute, smart, and she can borrow his magic, too. He knows her secret—but he also has one of his own.
Suddenly, Penelope’s impossible quest becomes far more complicated. Because Carter’s not telling her everything, and it’s starting to seem like the demons have their own agenda…and they’re far too interested in her.Exclusive Excerpt!“Jealousy is cute on you, Pen.”“Don’t call me that,” I snap, pushing my coffee away from me. “And I’m not jealous.”He leans back on the chair. “Sure. And I don’t think you’re adorable.” I jerk my eyes up. He’s smiling. Screw this—this is so frustrating. I tap my foot under the table."We’re stating the facts, right?" he says.“Right,” I say.I don’t have time for this. And what is wrong with this coffee? I feel like I swallowed a fire and it’s all just burning at my stomach.“You look sick again,” he says.The poorly—or perfectly—timed waitress comes back with Carter’s coffee and a whole tray of drinks. Carter, obviously, flirts again. I don’t know if he’s doing it to get a reaction out of me, but I’m not going to give him one. I watch him and say nothing, but the whole time it feels darker inside my head and my stomach whirs. It’s more empty, and more full, and unsettled at once. The waitress turns to leave a when it happens.The waitress coughs, as if she suddenly can’t breathe, and trips. She flies across the air. The tray spills all over a table of four. I gasp, horrified. Another waitress grabs her by the waist, trying to give her the Heimlich. The waitress coughs out the gum. She’s crying hysterically, apologizing to the customers dripping with water.The weirdest part? As soon it happens, all the fury that was building up inside of me disappears. It’s calm again, normal. The change is so sudden that my fingernails dig into the table. All I can hear is the waitress’s cry."I don’t know what happened," she sobs over and over again. I close my eyes. Everything inside me is completely still. No storm, no clawing, no emptiness or fullness. In fact, I’m suddenly starving.Carter’s looking at me when I open my eyes. There’s something unsettling in his gaze, something suspicious.“I gotta go,” I say. He starts to say something. I don’t stay long enough to find out what it is.Somehow I just did magic.
It will be because you want me.
…And tell you something stupid, for example, I love you…
"You wanted to get to Henry first.
To be on his own.
So no one could stop you.
So you could kill him.”
Jon Stewart, explaining to young people why books are awesome.
"You must not be defeated by anger or despair, or hedonism for that matter."
"Where’s hedonism come into it?"
What are you talking about?