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Mystic Invisible Book Tour and Giveaway

Date Published: 3/17/21

Publisher: Winter Goose Publishing

Fifteen-year-old Monte moves to the mystically jeopardized Highlands of Scotland and discovers that life as a Celtic wizard is anything but easy. Whisperings of abnormal enchantments and vicious cat siths grip the small town he now calls home. Fear is at the helm and the instigator is unknown. An indefinite moratorium on magic is enforced. In a race against darkness, Monte and his friends must choose who to trust before time runs out, even if it means breaking some rules and facing danger head on.

About The Author

Ryder Hunte Clancy has lived most of her life in the desert but her heart belongs to the sea; her happy place, where brine and mist abound and allusive waves caress expansive stretches of compacted sand. A tried and true stay-at-home mom, she is often found scribbling notes between diaper changes or connecting plot points while everyone else sleeps. She survives off of toddler snacks like apple slices and cheese, and has just as much trouble keeping up with her fictional, teenage characters as she does her three small children. Mystic Invisible is her debut novel, the inspiration of which was gleaned from her husband’s homeland of Scotland, where fantasy, mystery, and folklore are rich and hits of adventure linger around every corner.

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Excerpt

Mystic Invisible

Ryder Hunte Clancy

“Besides,” Garrick continued. “What else am I supposed to do? There’s not a lot of potential to

make hard and fast friends here, seeing as we’re the only Mystics around.”

“You could play with those madger thingies,” Monte suggested, as though he were the big

brother, not Garrick. He squinted at the line of firs across the field.

“And when would I ever need night-vision goggles?” Garrick asked. “That’s all they are.

They’re rudimentary.”

“Rudimentary?” Monte could never keep up with Garrick’s fancy words.

“Primal . . . basic . . . old,” Garrick rattled off.

His rant was interrupted by a loud whoop. The shout crossed through the field—a teenage battle

call—as a pale, springy kid scurried out from the firs.

“Finn?” Monte asked. “It’s Finn Cornelius!”

Finn sprung through the jungle of grass like a nymph, fear plastered across his face, pursued by a

posse of very large high school-aged boys.

“Hey!” Garrick tore toward the group. “Get away from him!”

Monte raced after his brother. A dark blur flashed in his peripheries, knocking him to the ground.

Dull lights, like distant stars, mottled his vision as he tumbled to a stop in the muddy grass. A

girl with scraggly black hair and bronzy skin stood above him. “Cameron?” He scrambled to his

Feet.

Cameron’s stare met his, her caramel eyes familiar and intense. The rainbow lights hung around

her neck, much dimmer than Monte remembered.

My Story and the Journey to Eye See

RYDER HUNTE CLANCY

For the dream seekers,
The downtrodden,
The courageous champions of good cause.
For the quirky and the quelled,
The unseen genius and
The undiscovered voice.
For the loud but unheard,
The soft and tender hearted.
For the quiet and devoted.
For the wallflowers,
The late bloomers,
Those ugly ducklings, now swans.
For the invisible ones.
I see you,
I hear you,
And I believe.

​We are the change.

I recently had the opportunity to give my website a makeover. In doing so, it gave me the

opportunity to pen the above mission statement. This is what I live by. It’s what I march to

every day, rain or shine. It’s what I believe; from my calloused, keyboard-typing fingers, to the

very nucleus of my being. Everyone has a voice that should be heard, most especially those who

don’t believe they do. I used to be one of those people. I was more than just a wallflower. I was

invisible; so timid and “ordinary” that I was easily overlooked. But I always craved to be heard. I

tried many things to satiate that big, booming urge inside of me. However, it wasn’t until well

into adulthood that the anvil finally dropped. With a baby on my lap and a toddler at my feet, I

picked up a pen and started writing. The rest was history. I’m still quiet by nature but I have

finally found my voice, and so can you!

-Ryder