Maya and the Rising Dark

Maya and the Rising Dark

By:  Rena Barron

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In this highly anticipated contemporary fantasy, twelve-year-old Maya’s search for her missing father puts her at the center of a battle between our world, the Orishas, and the mysterious and sinister Dark world. Perfect for fans of Aru Shah and the End of Time and The Serpent’s Secret.

Twelve-year-old Maya is the only one in her South Side Chicago neighborhood who witnesses weird occurrences like werehyenas stalking the streets at night and a scary man made of shadows plaguing her dreams. Her friends try to find an explanation—perhaps a ghost uprising or a lunchroom experiment gone awry. But to Maya, it sounds like something from one of Papa’s stories or her favorite comics.

When Papa goes missing, Maya is thrust into a world both strange and familiar as she uncovers the truth. Her father is the guardian of the veil between our world and the Dark—where an army led by the Lord of Shadows, the man from Maya’s nightmares, awaits. Maya herself is a godling, half orisha and half human, and her neighborhood is a safe haven. But now that the veil is failing, the Lord of Shadows is determined to destroy the human world and it’s up to Maya to stop him. She just hopes she can do it in time to attend Comic-Con before summer’s over.

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  • Format: Hardcover

  • ISBN-13/EAN: 9781328635181

  • ISBN-10: 132863518X

  • Pages: 304

  • Price: $16.99

  • Publication Date: 09/22/2020

  • Carton Quantity: 24

  • Age(s): 8,9,10,11,12

  • Grade(s): 3-7

Rena Barron
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Rena Barron

Rena Barron grew up in small-town Alabama where stories of magic and adventure sparked her imagination. After penning her first awful poem in middle school, she graduated to writing short stories and novels by high school.   Rena has an affinity for good cheese, wine, and nature. For a time, she lived in the Franche-Comté region of France, where she hiked to her heart's content and explored the ruins of old castles. When she's not writing, she can be found running along Lake Michigan or brushing up on her French. renabarron.com Twitter and Instagram: @renathedreamer
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  • reviews

    ★ "Astonishing series of subsequent revelations leaves readers agog, eager to know how Maya and her pals will use their powers to heal the veil and save their mostly black and brown neighborhood.... A truly #BlackGirlMagic, cloudy-day, curl-up kind of book."  —​Kirkus, STARRED review 

     

    ★ "The vivid world-building, quick pace, high stakes, and steady stream of legendary African creatures keep readers engaged and invested in the tweens’ predicament. Mixing in hard choices, believable emotions, tough lessons, and mistakes made with the best of intentions, Barron has created a must-read tale." —School Library Journal, STARRED review 

     

    "This opening installment of what will be a much-anticipated series is fast-paced and adventurous, offering a fresh blend of culture, community, and folklore rooted broadly in the African diaspora."  —Booklist 

     

    "A fresh new fantasy adventure with epic stakes and a fierce heroine at its heart. This book will keep you turning pages well into the night!" —MarcyKate Connolly, New York Times bestselling author of the Monstrous and Shadow Weaver series 

     

    "Fantastically fun and full of characters I adore. I can't wait for Maya's next adventure!" —Stephanie Burgis, author of The Dragon with a Chocolate Heart and Kat, Incorrigible 

     

    "Maya is the kind of hero the whole world needs. If you're dwelling into the dark you couldn't ask for a better protector (or a better read)!" —Lamar Giles, author of The Last Last-Day-of-Summer 

     

    "In this unputdownable fantasy adventure, the clever, brave, and witty Maya takes a worthy place among the hall of fantasy heroes as she battles against drooling werehyenas, shapeshifting demons, and one seriously creepy Lord of Shadows. An irresistible ode to the power friendship, family, and community can have in the fight against the forces of evil." —Anne Ursu, author of The Real Boy and The Cronus Chronicles series

  • excerpts
    ONEThe day color bled from the world

    T-minus five days. 

          Five long and torturous days until school was out for the summer. Not a moment too soon either. My math teacher, Ms. Vanderbilt, kept me in after-school tutoring the whole year. She said I was gifted, but to be honest, I had no clue what she was talking about half the time. My brain felt as lumpy as the vanilla pudding they served in the cafeteria on Mondays. 

          “Practice makes perfect, Maya,” Ms. Vanderbilt chimed at her desk. “Get to work.” 

          “Yes, ma’am,” I mumbled back as I stared at the chalkboard. 

          Only the top of her red ’fro poked out from behind the tower of papers. If she didn’t give so many quizzes, she wouldn’t have a stack of tests to grade that stretched from Chicago to LA. 

          Today she had me working on situational math, and my head hurt just thinking about all the steps needed to solve the problem. She had written a recipe for candy apples and the price of the ingredients. Apples, Popsicle sticks, sugar, food coloring, corn syrup. I had to figure out how much it would cost to make fifty candy apples. This wasn’t really rocket science, but math took time and focus, both of which I was short on. 

          Ms. Vanderbilt got worked up about fractions and decimals the way my friend Frankie got excited about science projects. Now, Frankie, she was a genius. She had the grades and IQ to prove it. But to me, math was about as interesting as watching paint dry, which was actually a thing I had to do for art class once. 

          I glanced over my shoulder at the clock on the wall. 

          Fifteen more minutes, then goodbye, school—hello, weekend. 

          Papa was due back from his work trip. I bit my lip, wondering what he’d bring me this time. My favorite gift was the red-and-gold sash he swore belonged to the great orisha Oya from my favorite comic book. 

          Oya wasn’t real. So, of course, the sash wasn’t really hers. Still, it was pretty, and I wore it to school for a week straight. 

          I dragged the chalk across the board, taking my sweet time. No way was I squeezing in another math problem before four o’clock. As long as Ms. Vanderbilt heard the sound of writing, she would keep her attention on grading papers and not on me. 

          As I worked out the cost of one candy apple, a shadow fell outside the window. I was trying to concentrate, but something edged at the back of my mind. It was the same feeling I had in gym class the other day when we were stretching on our mats after track. I spotted something wrong with the ceiling—like it was splitting open. But when I blinked, it was gone. 

          My gaze slid to the window, and my eyes slipped out of focus. My vision faded in and out. The world pulsed like a heartbeat, getting bigger, then smaller, then bigger again. The birds in the oak tree stopped chirping. I couldn’t even hear the hum of cars on the streets anymore. The sound of the ticking clock on the wall vibrated in my ears. Seconds stretched into minutes. 

          My anemia made me dizzy sometimes, but it usually didn’t last long. I leaned my shoulder against the wall next to the chalkboard and squeezed my eyes shut, waiting for it to pass. At least it wasn’t happening in the middle of something important again. Last week my team lost the kickball tournament when my anemia struck. Most of the kids didn’t blame me, but I still felt horrible. 

          When the dizziness went away, I opened my eyes again and my jaw dropped. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. The color bled from the world like someone was sucking it away through a straw. The window was gray. So were the trees, the sky, and the school flag. At first, I thought the sun hid behind the clouds, but this was something else. Something was wrong. Black lightning etched across the sky like ripples moving on the surface of a lake. 

          I snapped my head around to look at Ms. Vanderbilt, my heart thundering against my chest. She was still hunched over her papers, but she was frozen. Not frozen like a Popsicle, but frozen as if time had stopped. I wiped my sweaty hands on my pants. Frankie would say there has to be a reasonable explanation, but nope, there was nothing reasonable about this. This was bad, really bad. 

          “Ms. Vanderbilt?” I said, my voice shaking. 

          When she didn’t answer, I blinked twice, unable to think. Then as if someone waved their wand and put everything right, the leaves on the tree changed from ash gray to dull yellow to green. Birdsong poured into the classroom again. Cars droned on the streets. Voices drifted in from the hall. 

          “My goodness, Maya,” Ms. Vanderbilt said suddenly. “I didn’t mean to keep you late.” 

          I jumped so hard that the chalk fell from my hand and cracked in two on the floor. 

          Leaning around her papers, my math teacher frowned at me. By the puzzled look on her face, Ms. Vanderbilt hadn’t seen the bleeding gray or the black lightning. She’d been in some kind of trance the whole time. If I told her what happened, she’d laugh and say that I had a vivid imagination. I stared up at the clock again. It was now four fifteen. Thirty minutes had passed in what felt like seconds. Maybe I was daydreaming and it was my imagination. 

          I pressed my lips together, deciding to keep my mouth shut. 

          A crash rang in the hallway, and both Ms. Vanderbilt and I turned to the door. My friend Eli pressed his face against the glass, his fist ready to knock again. He smiled, his freckles standing out against his light brown skin. Ms. Vanderbilt shook her head at him. 

          Before she could dismiss me, I shrugged into my coat and threw my backpack across my shoulder. My math teacher squinted at my unfinished work. “We’ll continue Monday.” 

          “Yes, Ms. Vanderbilt,” I grumbled, and jetted into the hallway, where Eli was playing with his phone. A few other kids were in the hall too, coming from extracurricular activities or tutoring or, like Eli, detention. He had a knack for getting in trouble. 

          This morning he put a frog in our English teacher’s desk because she gave him a C-minus on his paper about famous ghosts. She couldn’t prove Eli did it, but he doubled over laughing when she screamed. So he got detention for that. 

          Eli glanced up from his phone and frowned. “Was tutoring that bad?” 

          I sucked in a deep breath. “I’ll tell you later.” 

          Once outside, Eli and I stood with a group of kids waiting to cross the street. But Zane, the crossing guard, and

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Related Categories

  • Format: Hardcover

  • ISBN-13/EAN: 9781328635181

  • ISBN-10: 132863518X

  • Pages: 304

  • Price: $16.99

  • Publication Date: 09/22/2020

  • Carton Quantity: 24

  • Age(s): 8,9,10,11,12

  • Grade(s): 3-7

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