Ashley C. Harris
Location: FL, United States
Adult, Paranormal Fantasy
Date: October 6, 2015
Publisher: Kindle Press
Synopsis: At the age
of sixteen, Abby is undergoing major household changes. Her mom is getting
ready to remarry and her new step-brother is driving her insane. She is just
trying to keep herself busy with school and her part-time job when a most
deliciously handsome stranger moves to her little seaside town and won’t leave
New arrival Wilhelm is unlike any other student at Abby’s
school. His emerald eyes and tattooed body don’t truly reveal what he really
is: a creature emerged from thousands of miles underground, seeking revenge,
treasure, and a key that once belonged to an old enemy – a key Abby wears
suspended from a chain around her neck. Why she has it is a mystery that
Wilhelm will need to solve, and fast, in order to defeat a powerful mortal
As an attraction between Abby and Wilhelm develops, more
creatures like Wilhelm are drawn from beneath the ground to Abby’s town;
wreaking havoc as they offer Abby’s classmates the fulfillment of their deepest
desires. Will Abby and her new family survive as a game of magical warfare is
unleashed? Her ability to reverse Wilhelm’s bargain depends on it.
Excerpt from Troll:
went by and he found nothing, except a distraction. It wasn’t the human’s
heartbeat drumming steadily on the second floor that he found unnerving, most
likely it was the fact that she was reading a rhyme aloud – that wasn’t a human
thing as much as it was a trolls’: “A kiss was made,” he heard her voice
whisper, trying to ignore it. “A rose was dropped.” He looked up when she said
the word rose. “A heart was snapped in half. The love of your life has left you
in a world that’s dark and black.”
moved toward the sound. Perhaps she was really one of his kind in disguise,
here to spy on him.
sounds, the sky turns gray, there is nothing recognizable at all. The love of
your life has left you in a world that’s sad and small.” The words made him
think about Helena, his Helena, kissing Klaus, while he had her fully
under his control. It was sickened him and pissed him off.
crept down the bookcase where a girl was reading from a book out loud, unaware
of his presence. She was definitely not a troll, he concluded when he got a
good look at her, growing bored. “But then the sun comes out. A rainbow
appears. An angel has come to tell you, your hope is stronger than fear.”
you sure that’s what an angel would say?” he asked.
blue, puppy-like eyes shot up, her body nearly jumping out of its skin from
being startled. “Where did you come from?” she squeaked as she looked around,
her heartbeat doubling.
five shelves over,” he answered as he looked her up and down. She was a tiny,
petite thing compared to himself, with light brown hair and blushed fair skin
that made her blue eyes pop. She also had four freckles on one cheek and three
on the other. This human was both plain looking but also strangely captivating
compared to others in the building.
I see, and were you standing there the entire time?” she asked, her free hand
going to her hip, as she tried to stand up straighter, trying to seem tall and
authoritative. He could see she was irritated at being disturbed, and that was
the most entertaining thing of all.
is that a problem?” he asked with a smile.
sorry … I thought you worked here. I was just looking for some help,” he lied.
Did she think he wouldn’t notice the fact that she was standing next to a
filing cart and wearing a library badge that read: Abigail? That, and the
feelings of servitude and obligation that he could smell all over her.
I – I do,” she said, as if this had just occurred to her. She was unable to
wipe the annoyance and unease off her face, as she looked down his arm, judging
him because of his numerous tattoos. Humans…so sadly sheltered. “How
can I help you?”
didn’t answer. This irritated her more.
college used book section is downstairs, and so is the art and tattoo section,”
she suggested, trying to guess his reason for pestering her.
I really look old enough to be in college to you?” he asked, half insulted
because college years for humans were death years for his kind.
she said honestly as she took in his tall, six-foot-five frame. “You look at
time to get your eye’s checked maybe?” he asked, stepping closer, letting her
guess his age; this seemed like a game she didn’t want to play.
you’re definitely a least eighteen,” she replied as she turned part of her body
away from him, her eyes back to her books; as if being eighteen put him in a
different category than her. “You’d have to be to get a tattoo, now is—”
maybe I had really cool parents,” he cut her off. “And I’m seventeen. That was
an enchanting poem you read by the way. Who was it by?”
took another step closer as she took a step back, nearly colliding into a
bookshelf. “Amber Paris.” She handed him the book she’d read from and appeared
much more comfortable when he was looking at it and not her. He examined it
with only partial interest. “She got it published when she was fifteen.” she
seemed to know all about the subject.
that explains why it’s so good, then. People always come up with their best
work when they’re young. I bet at twelve her poems were even better.”
word he spoke was like a hook, spinning magic to pull her in to him even as she
wanted to get away. “Where are you from, exactly?” she asked as she noticed
what he was wearing; heavy jeans instead of the more typically Floridian surfer
shorts, and a thick dark green shirt that went down to his elbows, only showing
off half of his tattoos. Probably weird attire for the hottest months of
Florida, but as a troll he craved warmth and hated the cold. “Are you from up
not at all,” he said, offering no other explanation. “So, why read a poem
aloud? What about you does it relates to?” he asked with a grin, it was a
pretty personal question and yet she’d have to tell him. Soon his powers if he
kept talking to her would be able to push Abby to do all sorts of things… for
a short time anyway, until a price was paid.
read over the beginning lines of the poem again. “A kiss was made, a rose was
dropped.” The words tripped him up, making him think about Rosabel’s last feelings
before she died. Feelings that held a deep meaning for him, letting him know
that even though she had never been able to claim him as an inheritor, she
still had cared about him more than any other treasure.
eyes could have almost teared up just thinking about his murdered mother.
Trolls could be insanely emotional – good thing for him he was better at
shielding how he felt than most. He turned his face away, getting a hold of
himself, as the little human rambled, her voice a comforting distraction.
don’t think it relates to me. I just write poetry so my teacher asked me to
look over another writer’s work.”
maybe you want to be like this writer, famous and well liked?” he stated to
test if her interest in the author was shallow, sensing what she didn’t even
know was one of her most hidden desires. Humans could be so naive about their
own ambitions, but these were easily recognized by trolls. This one clearly had
no idea what her body and mind were capable of yearning for.
she lied, as if insulted. “That’s crazy. I’ve never wanted that; it’s just an
you sure?” he asked, as her hidden wants started calling to him – they tasted
satisfying too. Her craving for freedom, he could use that to trap her, and
then trap all the humans here. He’d have some real fun after a day of anger and
sorrow as he played with these fools until they broke.
Leave her alone! a small boy’s voice suddenly screamed into his ear. He turned
around, startled, only to find no one behind him.
you okay?” he heard Abby ask him. His face must have looked haunted. That’s
when he sensed where the book that he had been searching for was.
Finding the book and his key were far more important than this girl or having a
little fun. He looked back in Abby’s direction, now needing to get rid of her.
She looked nervous and still confused by his presence, still not knowing why
she was continuing to talk to him. He decided in that moment to show her the
kind of mercy and kindness his mother Rosabel should have received. Besides, he
really didn’t feel like killing anyone innocent so the knights couldn’t find
she could move, he reached out and gripped her shoulder, sending heat through
her body, making her look deep into his eyes. “If you ever see me or anything
like me again, anyone that has markings like this…,” he lifted his sleeve so
she could take in his entire arm. His tattoos on it came to life and moved
hypnotically, numbing her senses and making her go into a trance. “… you probably
shouldn’t trust us. You should be smart and stay away from anyone like myself
that you ever come in contact with.”
with those words, he had given her a precious gift he hadn’t given any other
human in a very long time. If any more trolls came along she’d stay out of
their way now, wanting nothing to do with them. He watched her walk off in a
beautiful daze. She’d certainly stay away from him if he changed his mind in
the next few moments and decided to pursue her after all. Trolls often did
change their minds about most things. He imagined her lips would have tasted
pretty good, for a human anyway. Her body would have most likely felt nice …
Please leave her alone! he heard the boy scream again, the voice coming
from his head. He was hearing a past memory, one that was too dangerous for him
to think about. He ran his fingers along the book spines one more time. They
led him right to the familiar texture he had been looking for. To the very
storybook a young knight had checked out and carried in his backpack years
before Wilhelm had found him.
About Ashley C. Harris
Author and film director Ashley C.
Harris resides in Florida. Ashley was first recognized for her edgy writing and
unique film work when she wrote and directed the teenage film
“Lines”. Lines was the first feature film in the world captured using
only Mac Laptops.
In 2013 she teamed up with Barclay Publicity to release the first in a new
young adult novel series, “Shock Me”. Ashley then went on to au
eight other titles, in multiple genres, as she also worked behind-the-scenes on
a morning news show that aired on ABC. In 2014, four of Ashley’s books landed
on the Amazon’s Best Selling Top-Ten-List. In 2015, she received her first
publishing deal for “Troll”, a KindleScout novel winner.
When Ashley is not dreaming up new manuscripts and working on film sets, she
loves spending time with her family, obsessing about biblical mysteries, and
watching lots of Doctor Who. Keep an eye out for her newest releases!
Troll by Ashley C. Harris is as brilliant as it is confusing and I had a hard time reading it. The different POV and the complexity of the storyline need your full attention. This Book is not your average read a few pages – and than pick it up some days later to read another few pages – kind of book. It needs to be read with full attention and as constantly as possible, otherwise you might loose your way amongst the characters and the plot.
Also – again – I have to point out – that I do not appreciate it very much to only find out at the end that there will be a sequel as in … THIS IS TOTALLY NOT A STANDALONE novel… I was left out hanging far too often by authors who still keep me waiting for sequels that I read the first parts of years ago.
Leaving those points aside and coming back to the story I have to say that it is one of the most intriguing story’s in that line of plot I have read in a long time. The writing is is complex and well developed and I am sure that there will be many lovers for this book.
The reader is introduced to a world of trolls that I believe has not been shown to any readers in that way and there is just enough mystery in this book to keep the reader constantly interested.
And yes … of cause this book will be on my “waiting for the sequels” pile and I hope it will not take that long for the next book to come out …..
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