By: Nancy Lindley-Gauthier
Genre: Teen Mystery
A monster loomed from the shadows around the campfire. I ran. The thing stretched after me…
I woke gasping, afraid it might somehow be true. Gracie could always make me feel better – but she didn’t respond to my email. Not that night; not ever.
That's what lead to my summer camp counselor job here near Gracie’s home. Hiking and canoeing fill every moment but I don't forget why I'm here. I’m going to find Gracie.
The camp-owner, a famous Native seer, isn’t any help. Her herbal healing and Spirit Bear talisman won’t help find Gracie.
There's the local ranger and my campers, but will they believe me? I’m alone with this. Somehow, every step toward Gracie takes me nearer to something scary. This is a mystery I must solve.
What readers are saying about the book
"There are paranormal elements in this book, but they don’t show up right away. The overall themes and tropes are much more heavily weighted toward what one generally expects to find in mysteries and young adult novels... I’d recommend By Starlight to fans of the mystery and young adult genres alike."
From Casey on Amazon
"By Starlight" is a compelling read, a roller coaster of danger and suspense, rich with description and filled with action. Because something...or someone...is out there, lurking, ready to destroy Kit for daring to put her life on the line for her friend."
From the Book
All the girls giggled.
I didn’t giggle. This is it. My skin tingled. A whole different kind of shiver swept over me. The forest leaned in around us, around the sparkling fire. It felt like hundreds of creatures watched, from just outside the edge of the light.
Something was about to happen.
Giggles interrupted my trembling sense of some other-worldliness.
The silly girls, led by that round-faced Solia, all clapped and wriggled closer to the flame. I wanted to shout some sense into them. Couldn’t they tell we were not alone?
All the twelve-year-olds crunched close together and elbowed one another. Solia scooted in close, too. Her fingers tangled and tormented her long strands of swirling golden hair. Anna-A sat back, a little apart.
I leaned back and looked up at the stars against the black, black canopy of the night. Starlight sparkled as if answering our fire. A thin line of smoke curled skyward.
“Woooooo,” one of the twelve-year-olds let out an eerie howl. The others giggled again. Everyone giggled.
Why couldn’t they settle down and contemplate the evening and the sounds and smells of the forest quietly? Wasn’t that the way to experience the forest’s magic? Maybe even (dare I hope) a spirit journey?
Far beyond us all, beyond even the forest, I could feel the mountains as a huge ever-watching presence. The low creak of trees and the distant rustle of air through ferns wrapped around us as if we sat right at the heart of the forest.
The night blanketed us. Finally, the younger set quieted.
I closed my eyes.
Be open to whatever.
Something crept toward us through the night. I remembered my nightmare, felt it vaguely, hovering around, the way you sometimes remember dreams. That wasn’t it. Some actual thing crept around us...Couldn't they tell? Couldn't they be quiet?
A branch snapped...