Fairies, leprechauns, sprites, and nymphs all conjure up beautiful images of rolling green hills and gorgeous lads with heartbreaking accents. But I knew from the very first inspiration that To Ride A Puca wasn’t going to be one of those novels. Sure there would be gorgeous lads with heartbreaking accents, and maybe even a few fairies, but light and fluffy was not where this novel would take me.
It led me down a darker path, one of hardship and heartbreak, but also one of great courage and even greater sacrifice. When the idea for the novel struck me, chills literally raced through my body and I dashed out of the tub to grab a pencil and notebook. It was one of the most powerful stories to ever hit me and I knew from it’s very first inspiration that it was going to be special. But without the tapestry they paint, words are merely free floating, so I shall let the book’s description speak for itself. Here’s a bit about it:
Invaders are coming to take what isn't theirs, again.
Neala wants to stand and fight for her homeland, but as one of the last druids, she may be standing alone.
Persecuted, hunted down, forced to live in obscurity, the druids have all but given up. Can the determination of a girl who has barely come into her power bring them together? Or, just when she finally finds her place among her kind, will they end up losing a homeland their very magic is tied to?