A Magic Beyond - Karri Justina Shea
"Ah, music. A magic beyond all we do here."
- Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone
Hi, I'm Karri - I write books about magic and adventure for the young and the young at heart. Fanfiction is my practice and my guilty pleasure, and this is where you'll find it.
If you would like to get in touch with me, you can send me an email at karrijustinashea@gmail.com.
Other places you can connect with me:
My Website
Facebook
Twitter
FF.net
And I'm also on Pottermore! SwordFeather210 - add me as a friend!
My icon artwork is from the illustration for chapter 20 of my Starship fic Learning to Dance, by the incomparable calculus-was-tough.
Want to know more about Pedro's Army and Learning to Dance? Get the full story of how it all happened here. :)
Hi, I'm Karri - I write books about magic and adventure for the young and the young at heart. Fanfiction is my practice and my guilty pleasure, and this is where you'll find it.
If you would like to get in touch with me, you can send me an email at karrijustinashea@gmail.com.
Other places you can connect with me:
My Website
FF.net
And I'm also on Pottermore! SwordFeather210 - add me as a friend!
My icon artwork is from the illustration for chapter 20 of my Starship fic Learning to Dance, by the incomparable calculus-was-tough.
Want to know more about Pedro's Army and Learning to Dance? Get the full story of how it all happened here. :)
They're here! Click the cover image to download your free PDF, Kindle or ePub copy of Learning to Dance.
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(That is my cheerful, upbeat way of telling you that SPB is not yet ready… I really want to get this chapter right, and I’m totally wiped at the moment and not able to trust my instincts… so look for it for sure tomorrow, my Valentine’s gift to you.)
To beg your forgiveness, a teaser:
“Rosemarie, will you please stand still!”
Rosie closed her eyes and was instantly ten years old, chastened, coming in late for dinner, being cleaned up with a rough washcloth and stern tongue. She stood very still as fingers pulled at her, lacing her up with all the gentleness of an army drill sergeant. She opened them again.
Not ten. Twenty-nine, and dressed in white.
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