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#BlogTour Wolf Light By Yaba Badoe #Extract

Today I would like to welcome you all on my stop of the Blog Tour for Wolf Light By Yaba Badoe and I would like to share an exclusive extract from the book, with all of you. Thank you very much to Lauren from Head Of Zeus for the invitation. Please do show some love to all the wonderful book bloggers on this blog tour by following and sharing their work. 🙂


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Publisher: Zephyr
ISBN13: 978-1786695529
Genre: Fantasy/ Children’s Book (12+)
Release date: 09 01 2020
Price*: Kindle £5.03 (GBP)/  Paperback £7.99 (GBP)
Kindle $6.55 (USD)/ Paperback $12.11 (USD)
Pages: ~ 320
You can get this book here:
Amazon UK
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Description of the book: Three girls born on the same day in wolf light are bound together to protect the world. They can dazzle or destroy. They have wind-song and fire-fury at their fingertips, but their enemies are everywhere.

From the bleak steppes to the tropical forests of Ghana and the stormy moors of Cornwall, the lands they love are plundered and poisoned. The girls must rally to perfect their skills and prove the strength of sister-magic.

Steeped in elemental myth, Wolf Light is a call to us all to hear the ancient power within us and conserve our heritage.

Yaba’s YA debut novel A Jigsaw of Fire and Stars was shortlisted for the 2018 Branford Boase Award and nominated for the 2018 Carnegie Medal.

Extract from Wolf Light by Yaba Badoe

There are three of us living by the Linet Lake: Nana, her black cat, Bracken, and me. But then again there are others, for Carbilly has been the home of Merrimore women for generations and in the same way that the moor’s alive, so too is the cottage.

In the shadows, the house is home to my sisters as well. Yet the closer we become, the more I realise how different we are.

Take Zula: magic drifts through her like a never-ending dream. As the years pass and her gift deepens, Adoma and I learn as much from her as we do our teachers.

Adoma, as Zula’s pa foretold, reveals a talent as she grows for harnessing the nuts and bolts of unseen elements to hurt those who would harm our spaces. I’ve watched her blast the stump of a tree in anger, smashing it into smithereens. If she’d had a chance to tackle the tree rustlers who cut the tree down, she’d have scorched them as well.

As soon as I’ve mastered the basics of earth and fire magic, it’s as clear as the ripples on the Linet Lake that anger at Mrs Gribble can only get me so far. Rage has its limits, especially when it stains the tongue with the taste of blackberries. The angrier I become, the stronger the tang, the deeper I hunger for what I don’t have: magic to stream through me as easily as it does my sisters. My craving swells until a day comes when I begin to dwell on what’s holding me back.

We’re in wolf-light at the cave of Zula’s mountain, which she visits every month at around the same time as Adoma does the river goddess’ shrine. My task is to tend to the Linet Lake daily.

The air is chilly at the cave. Even in summer it’s winter cold. Blades of sunlight shiver between night and day. Zula, fur-clad, croons a lullaby to her sleeping giant while below a wolf howls, joining in Zula’s song. A cloud, brightened by a sickle moon, glimmers in moon-dance.

The wolf bays louder, as one after the other, her pack dotted around the Giant’s mouth takes up her serenade. No one can hear me, but as my craving surges, inside I begin to howl too.

Once the Giant is soothed into the deepest depths of slumber, Zula’s luminous eyes skim mine searing me with their wolfish shine. She lowers her eyelids, replying to my question before I ask it.

‘To release your heart’s song, Linet, to become a sky-warrior, a guardian of the earth, your lake must be as the Sleeping Giant is to me – a mother, a father, your best friend.’

‘But my mother’s tears haunt me, Zula. What’s more, Nana Merrimore talks about everything but Mother. Nana won’t mention her, won’t tell me who my father is.’

‘Chill, my sister,’ says Adoma. In wolf-light, her features and limbs glint. ‘My father doesn’t care a pesewa about me. He won’t give me a penny. Sometimes it’s best to let parents be.’

Yaba Badoe photo.jpgAbout the author: Yaba Badoe is an award-winning Ghanaian-British documentary film-maker and writer. A graduate of King’s College Cambridge, she was a civil servant in Ghana before becoming a general trainee with the BBC. She has taught in Spain and Jamaica and worked as a Visiting Scholar at the Institute of African Studies at the University of Ghana. Her short stories have been published in Critical Quarterly, African Love Stories and Daughters of Africa. She enjoys writing stories that real the magical layers of everyday life and show that no matter where we live in the world we’re all connected. She has a secret passion for Gothic horror and psychological thrillers.

Yaba lives in Balham, London with her husband Colin Izod and loves spending time in her garden. She adores basking in the sun and visits the sea whenever she can.
Twitter: @yaba_badoe

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