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The Cat Who Pawed the Cultist Sanctum Guardians Book 1 by Robert Hazelton Genre: YA Urban Fantasy

Charlotte Barreau has tried to maintain a low key lifestyle but it isn’t easy for a young witch. As a student of the Holstrom Sanctum, she’s studied the intricacies of magic but never had to apply them to anything of importance. Her biggest concerns involve finding a movie she hasn’t seen, spending time with her friend Avery, and passing magical physics.All that changes when she meets a feisty orange cat attempting to foil the plot of a cultist opening a portal to another world. This magical beast comes to her with a calling, a duty to defend our world against denizens of a dangerous realm called the Umbra Oculus. Charlotte finds herself inextricably bound to her new friend, a partner in his crusade.As they begin to investigate, they find themselves dangerously outmatched. Their opponents are fully trained, adult wizards with serious zeal for their work. Even after enlisting the aid of two additional students, they discover they may not be cut out for the task. But with no one else working on the problem, these children and their cat must save the world, even as they risk their very lives in the effort. Goodreads * Amazon

Robert Hazelton has been writing short fiction, novels and music his entire life. As the founding member of Deadly Nightshade Botanical Society and a long time member of the band Abney Park, he has traveled extensively and performed countless shows in exotic locales. Robert writes in a variety of genres but keeps drifting back to modern fantasy/horror. He considers Elizabeth Moon, Frank Herbert, and Steven Pressfield to be his biggest influences. Website * Facebook * Twitter * Amazon * Goodreads

A Society detective saved my life. I couldn’t remember any of the details but the report stated I’d
been kidnapped just before my tenth birthday. No one told me why I’d been taken or what might’ve
happened, so I assumed the absolute worst. They probably wanted to sacrifice me or something.
My parents died during the ordeal, murdered actually. Ms Holstrom took me in a touch early and I
started school a couple months later. The small patch of amnesia covering part of my brain seemed to
block that single event and no amount of counseling brought it out. Avery suggested I’d been mind
wiped.
If the Society chose to do that, then I probably didn’t want to remember.
The woman who saved me became a friend. She checked in occasionally, becoming the closest thing
to family I had. It helped that she was a little funky herself, living her own way regardless of what anyone
thought around her. I found it inspirational and it really did lead me to the style I adopted.
I went to collect Blaise so he could come with me. Breaking out the brand new cat carrier, I set it
down and motioned for him to get in. “Hurry up,” I said. “We have to get there and back if we want to do
any of our own research on this stuff.”
“If the detective takes over,” Blaise replied, “then what are we going to do?”
“There are some magical things we can find that might help. And they’re not dangerous, which is
kind of the point, don’t you think?”
“Meh.” Blaise licked his paw, eyes closed. “I coat my fish with danger before I eat it.”
“Okay, Monster Meow. Just get in the carrier.”
“You must be joking about that.”
I tilted my head. “And why must I?”
“Because this kitty don’t roll in no carrier.”
“I…can’t believe you just said that.” I sighed. “I can’t have you walking around. People will think
it’s crazy! We have to…you know…make this look like you’re a normal cat. At least until we get to the
Society building.”
“Hm. Leave it unzipped a little. I need to escape if you die in a horrible accident.”
“Charming thought,” I muttered. “Just get your furry butt in there! I’ll make sure you can escape
when the bus kills only me.”
“Purrfect!” Blaise ran into the carrier and flopped down. “Ooo, you got the fuzzy one. I love the
fuzzy on my feetsies. Ooo, purr…purr…” I watched him knead the faux sheepskin, his eyes half closed.
Zipping him up, I slung the carrier over my shoulder, grabbed my bag and headed out.
An hour later, I stepped into the halls of the twelve story Society building. The receptionist changed
often. They had a succubus do it for a while, a werewolf, a witch, and even a ghost. A demon sat there
this time, eyeballing me as I approached. He looked like he might be in his twenties but he could’ve been
a couple hundred.
“Can I help you?” His smooth voice made it clear that his kind made deals. There was something
soothing about the tone, a way of speaking that made it easy to trust him.
“I just need to head back to the detective’s pool, please.” I leaned on the counter. “I’m Charlotte
Barreau.”
“And…the rodent?”
“What?” Blaise shouted. “Who you callin’ a rodent, Brimstone? Seriously? Let me out of here,
Charlotte! Let me give this wannabe bat a little claw and fang!” He punctuated his rant with a mighty
hiss.
The demon lifted a brow and I shrugged. “That’s my cat.”
“I see.” He gestured to a ledger. “Sign in. Do you know where it is?”
“I sure do.” I wrote my name down. “Bye now! Thanks!”
“Of course.”
“Don’t thank him!” Blaise growled. “Kick him in the—”

“That’s enough!” I rasped. “Come on, Be! We have to be subtle! Relax before you get us in trouble.”
Blaise started mumbling with only the occasional violent word coming out. I wished I knew a good
silence spell that would work on him but the Society suppressed all forms of magic within the walls.
Probably a good idea considering how many supernatural creatures wandered in and out on a daily basis.
Some of them were bound to get testy with one another.
“Are we there yet?” Blaise called. “I’m tired of being in here.”
“It’s just down the hall, you goof!”
He meowed pitifully, crying so loud it made the carrier vibrate.

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