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The Rite of Abnegation The Rite of Wands Book 2 by Mackenzie Flohr Genre: YA Fantasy

When Lochlann becomes nervous about his upcoming Rite of Wands ceremony, his brother Mierta McKinnon reassures him everything will be okay. But when Lochlann staggers out of his ceremony and refuses to use magic, Mierta McKinnon is determined to find out what really happened. Meanwhile, the kingdom of Vandolay is under attack by a dangerous, unidentified creature, and Mierta’s father, Mortain McKinnon, requests his son’s assistance to help aid the injured. But the people of Vandolay aren’t the only ones Mierta must save when someone he holds dear comes face-to-face with the creature and their life hangs in the balance. Now Mierta must draw upon his strength and his newly acquired magic skills to defeat a dangerous foe and save everyone from death. Add to GoodreadsAmazon * Apple * B&N * Google * Kobo * BHC PressBook Trailerhttps://youtu.be/2kVd8nP2qs4

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One boy…one Rite… And a world of deadly secrets that could change the course of history— forever And so begins the tale of Mierta McKinnon. When a horrible fate reveals itself during his Rite of Wands ceremony, he must find a way to change not only his destiny but also the land of Iverna’s. Forbidden from revealing the future he foresees to anyone, he is granted a wand and his magical powers, but still must master the realm of magic in order to save himself and those he loves. But Mierta is not the only one with secrets…especially when it’s impossible to know who to trust. Add to GoodreadsAmazon * Apple * B&N * Google * Kobo * BHC PressBook Trailerhttps://youtu.be/XPKn4YwWeoU

2019 Author Academy Awards: Top 10 Finalist – Fantasy 2018 Literary Classics Awards Gold Medal Winner: Best Young Adult Fantasy Novel 2018 Imadjinn Award for Best Fantasy Novel 2018 International Book Awards Finalist in the Fiction: Fantasy 2017 Foreword INDIES Book of Year Awards Silver Medal Winner: Fantasy Mackenzie is the award-winning author of the young adult fantasy series The Rite of Wands. A storyteller at heart, she loves to inspire the imagination. Mackenzie makes her home in Michigan, where she is currently penning her next adventure. You can follow her on her publisher’s page at: https://www.bhcpress.com/Author_Mackenzie_Flohr.htmlWebsite * Facebook * Twitter * Instagram * Bookbub * Amazon * Goodreads

“Mierta!” Mortain shouted at the top of the stairs, hearing nothing but his own voice echo. Watching
smoke drifting out of the open doorway, Mortain took in a deep breath and tried to slow down his heart.
The aroma of acrid chemicals and burning flesh filled his nose.
“Mierta!” he shouted again. “Son, you all right?” He listened, hearing nothing more than what sounded
like gasping breaths.
“Father,” Mierta mouthed in response to Mortain’s calls, unable to produce any sounds as he dropped to
one knee. His heart was pounding. Each pulse matched the ache he felt in his temples. A deep burning
pain seared through his chest every time he took a breath. It was like he was slowly being strangled and
there was nothing he could do to stop it. The inside of his nose felt charred and his throat felt like he was
swallowing tacks. He blinked, his eyesight blurring, the pain beginning to overwhelm him. Nausea built
in his throat and droplets of sweat slid down the side of his face. He wished he could do anything to end
the torture. He could not imagine dying would be much worse.
Mierta attempted to stand and tried to get away from the workbench. He managed a few staggering steps
before his body was drained of all energy. He watched puffy white circling clouds fill his vision before
everything was replaced by darkness.
Mortain felt his stomach drop at the sound of something breaking. “Mierta!” he screamed, racing down
the stairs. “Mierta, answer me!”
When he reached the bottom, Mortain abruptly stopped, taking in the horrific scene before him. His son
was unconscious; lying sprawled out on his back. What remained of a small culture tube lay shattered
next to him, and chemicals dripping from a workbench bubbled and fizzled as they made contact with the
hardwood floor.
Acidum salis, he thought, his eyes widening.
Mortain raised his arm to his mouth, careful to not inhale any of the smoke that was filling the room. He
trembled as he came closer, observing the damage that had been done to the left side of his son’s face.
The skin was mostly raw red with patches of peeling burned black skin hanging off his face. Blood was

seeping from some of the deep crevasses caused by the acid. Most of the damage was confined to the
cheek and jaw area. His eye was spared any damage.
“Oh, my dear Lord,” he uttered, fear filling his heart. “My poor boy! What have I done?”

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