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Reviews of DARKNESS WATCHING:
"Emma is an
amazing writer. She has become one of my favorites. I couldn’t put Darkness
Watching down." - Diane at A
Creative Mind
"Darkness Watching provides an original world that is fully complete
and from a teens POV. It was dark and entertaining and sometimes teen books
don’t go full out, this one did. The world building was truly strong in this
novel." - Lexi at Book
Bliss
"Like good books should, Darkness Watching left me pondering the
story after I'd finished reading AND left me wanting more. Adams built a strong
world for readers to be immersed. But the regular world retained full realism.
Normal every day teen situations felt completely believable." - Erin
at Erin
Albert Books
I have to say, I didn’t see the ending coming! ... the final showdown left
me speechless (You will have to read it!)" - Julia at Never
Judge a Book by its Movie
"This was entertaining from the start...I didn’t want to put it down,
and fans of urban fantasies I think will enjoy this. Darkness Watching was
definitely worth the read." - Jenea at Books Live Forever
"This book is unique, fun and interesting. I kept wondering what was
going to happen next...I felt that this book was well written and It was hard
to put this book down once I started. " -Jessica at Eat
Sleep Read
Excerpt:
It started out as yet another exam dream. I sat in the school hall, looking at an unfamiliar paper, as all the other students began to write with frantic enthusiasm, pens racing down the page.
I didn't revise this at all. Panic rose within me. I looked around desperately. Everyone else scribbled away. The clock ticked, seconds passing. Minutes. Shit.
I felt a familiar surge of dizziness; my breath stuck in my throat, my heart pounded. I stared at the back of the seat in front of me, which seemed to waver and shimmer before my eyes, turning to blackness―
And a face grinned at me. Sharp teeth formed a malevolent smile. Violet eyes stared at me, unblinking. I could see nothing else for the smoke, which completely obscured everything before my eyes.
Then my chair tipped backward of its own accord. In slow motion, it leaned back, teetered for a moment. The demon grinned as I sat there, powerless to move.
The panic inside my chest spilled over and I tried to cry out. But I couldn't move my jaw, couldn't open my mouth. I was frozen to the seat as it hit the floor with a soundless thud.
I couldn't move.
I couldn't feel anything.
And I couldn't speak, couldn't scream.
I lay on my back, and around me, people continued to write, like robots programmed to scribble endless pages. No one spared a glance for me. I was trapped there on the floor, and no one even knew I was trapped.
The eyes blinked, then vanished.
My heart restarted with a jolt, hammering in my ears. I fought to escape the trap. My eyes felt as though something heavy weighed them shut, but I managed to force my eyelids apart. The sight of my digital alarm clock greeted me, sideways; I'd fallen asleep at my desk, my head resting on my laptop, the cold edge digging into my face.
I tried to lift my head, but I couldn't. I tried to open my mouth, but my jaw remained locked.
Impossible. I'm awake. Trapped again, this time for real. Not a muscle in my body responded to my pleas. I couldn't feel my hands, but I knew my right hand rested under my chin where I'd used it as a pillow. I couldn't feel my face, either.
I'd lost all feeling in my entire body, as if something invisible laid on top of me, pinning me down.
I tried to cry out, but not a sound escaped.
Move! I thought, trying to lift my head. The weight continued to press on me. I recalled one of those websites I'd browsed had mentioned poltergeists that sat on people in the middle of the night, leaving them unable to move. This felt just like it. Terror washed over me, cold and merciless.
Every short breath hurt my chest. Let me go. Please. Please―I'll do anything, just let me move.
"Anything, Ashlyn?"
That voice.
What do you want from me?
Somehow, not being able to see the speaker made it a thousand times worse. It felt like a thousand invisible hands gripped me all over, numbing all sensation. At the edges of my vision, I thought I saw dark shapes, but no eyes, no mouth for the voice.
Demons.
Finally, the messages between my brain and nerves seemed to hit home, and I managed to raise my head, to lift my arm an inch. Slowly I regained feeling in my limbs. I shifted, twitched my hands, my feet.
Even then, I knew they watched me.
That day, the fear began.
Emma spent her childhood
creating imaginary worlds to compensate for a disappointingly average reality,
so it was probably inevitable that she ended up writing fantasy and paranormal
for young adults. She was born in Birmingham, UK, which she fled at the first
opportunity to study English Literature at Lancaster University. In her three
years at Lancaster, she hiked up mountains, skydived in Australia, and endured
a traumatic episode involving a swarm of bees in the Costa Rican jungle. She
also wrote various novels and short stories. These included her first
publication, a rather bleak dystopian piece, and a disturbing story about a
homicidal duck (which she hopes will never see the light of day).
Now a reluctant graduate, she
can usually be found in front of her writing desk, creating weird and wonderful
alternative worlds. Her debut novel The Puppet Spell, published in January 2013
by Rowanvale Books, is a fantasy tale for young adults and the young at heart,
inspired by her lifelong love of the fantastical, mythology, and video games.
Emma also writes supernatural fantasy novels for older teens and adults. Her next
book, Darkness Watching, is the first
in the upper-YA/New Adult Darkworld
series, and was published in October 2013 by Curiosity Quills Press.
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