Wendy Knight was born and raised in Utah by a wonderful family who spoiled her rotten because she was the baby. Now she spends her time driving her husband crazy with her many eccentricities (no water after five, terror when faced with a live phone call, etcetera, etcetera). She also enjoys chasing her three adorable kids, playing tennis, watching football, reading, and hiking. Camping is also big: her family is slowly working toward a goal of seeing all the National Parks in the U.S.
You can usually find her with at least one Pepsi nearby, wearing ridiculously high heel for whatever the occasion may be. And if everything works out just right, she will also be writing.
Where to Stalk Wendy!
Top Ten Reasons I Love Being a Writer
1. Nightmares? They’re not so scary when I make them into stories.
2. Non-nightmares can be scary once I bring them to life. Bwahahahha.
3. Covers. Sometimes I create a whole story just because I found a picture I love and can already envision my cover.
4. If I didn’t write, I’d probably be considered insane and locked up in a padded room for life.
5. Two words: Battle. Unicorns.
6. I love writing super tough heroines. I’m showing my daughters that girls can be the heroes of their own stories—we don’t need boys to save us. Hopefully, that message will reach other girls, too.
7. I love talking to readers who love my books. It’s like they can see into my head and still like me!
8. The writing community is amazingly supportive. All my best friends are writers. We help each other through the bad days and celebrate together on the good days.
9. Writing gives me a reason to play on Pinterest. Er, research. Research on Pinterest.
10. I give all the people in my head a life of their own, and then I let them go. Except Ari. She’s pretty stubborn and even after five books, she’s still there.
Banshee at the Gate (Gates of Atlantis Series, #1)
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Synopsis: Half-breed banshee, Seven, likes her life. She leads souls safely to Death and she has the planet’s most awesome dad and little brother. But a cryptic message from Atlantis asking for her help changes all that. And then there’s Death, who has decided it’s time to take her brother’s soul. Now she’s racing across the world, trying to stay one step ahead of Death.Unfortunately, getting to Atlantis from Ireland isn’t easy, and there are evil minions determined to keep her away every time she turns around. But fighting for their lives teaches Seven one very important lesson—she isn’t human, and she isn’t a banshee. She has to be both if she wants to save her brother and make it back home alive.
When the water cleared and Seven could open her eyes, Nessie stood before her.
Haran, of course, studied the sea monster with open curiosity and absolutely no fear. He probably already knew her exact dimensions and what her favorite color was. But Seven had never seen her and she didn’t do a lot of mythological research, so the sight of Nessie scared her.
Every picture Seven had ever seen showed the ancient sea monster looking like a brontosaurus. And they weren’t wrong, at least from the body up. But instead of legs, she had flippers, and while Seven had always imagined dinosaurs to have scaly skin, Nessie’s was smooth, like a dolphin. And she was purple. And annoyed. “The guardian demons said you could help us—the gwygii—” Seven stuttered, her teeth chattering so hard she thought they might all crack and fall out. And her dad would kill her because the bill to fix them would be horrendous.
“Get in the water. Get behind me.”
Oh. So Nessie apparently spoke in one’s head, not out loud like a normal mythical being. Haran immediately waded into the water, which meant that she wasn’t picky about speaking only to her own kind—she included humans, too. Nice of her, really.
But Seven hated water. Which was ironic, since she was going to help save a world that was completely under the water. She didn’t like to touch it. She panicked if it got above her waist, so much so that she felt like she was drowning even before her head went under. She stood frozen on shore as Haran waded to almost his chest and then started swimming.
“Hurry, banshee. The demons are upon us.”
Seven turned quickly, shoving her flaming hair out of the way so she could see around it. Nessie did not lie. The gwygii had reached the grassy slope down to the loch, and they snarled and leaped toward her with a hungry eagerness that would have her screaming in her sleep for life, she was sure.
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