About the book:
Nobody at Bristlecone High School has ever paid attention to William Rose. Since the day he arrived in the small, mountain town years ago, he’s blended into the background.
Quinn Robbins never noticed William at all, until the icy Friday night he suddenly appeared directly in the path of her car, and just as suddenly vanished. After that, she found herself noticing him constantly, seeing for the first time just how different he was.
First were the books he always had his nose buried in. Why would a senior in high school always be reading medical journals? Then there were his habitual appearances down by the river every Friday night, just like the night she almost hit him – not to mention his odd habit of disappearing there, with no place and no reason to hide!
Overtaken by a sense of curiosity that she just can’t seem to shake, Quinn finds herself trying to figure out exactly what is going on with him. When he starts to show up in her dreams, she can’t decide if her curiosity has become too much of an obsession … or if there is something … more.
Finally it becomes clear that the answers she seeks might only come from finding out what is happening at the river. But on the night Quinn decides to follow him, her very new mystery draws her fatefully to a very old mystery. To a discovery she thought could only exist in a fairy tale.
Uh oh, Quinn. 1st Period History will never be the same!
In the Dusk Gate Chronicles, you’ll meet characters who find their way straight into your heart, on a journey you’ll long to join. Join readers everywhere as you fall in love with the Dusk Gate Chronicles.
About the author:
Breeana Puttroff has loved making up stories since she could talk. For many years, her biggest audience for those stories was the fantastic students she had the privilege of teaching.
One summer afternoon, while she was picnicking in the beautiful mountains of her Colorado home with her little girl, Breeana saw an old, broken stone bridge, and she just knew there was a story inside. Six months later, the Dusk Gate Chronicles was born.
Breeana now runs a small business and writes full-time, and is a busy, single, homeschooling mom to her beautiful daughter.
Breeana holds a B.A. in English from the University of Northern Colorado, and an M.Ed. in Curriculum and Instruction and Literacy from Lesley University in Cambridge, MA.
Read an Excerpt:
Then, all of a sudden, he was there. William was walking on the sidewalk almost at the end of the street, where a small lead off to a hiking trail met the sidewalk. He was wearing the same long overcoat and hiking backpack he had been wearing a week ago.
Adrenaline rushed through her veins. Where was he going now? It was Friday again; would he be down by the bank of the river three weeks in a row? She wasn’t aware of making a conscious decision to follow him, but somehow she found herself turning onto a frontage road that would drop her near the river, hopefully before William made it there on foot.
She drove quickly to one of the scenic pull-offs she was familiar with; there were many little picnicking spots along the mountain river where sightseers and hikers could pull in and access the water. She parked her car and got out, walking as quickly as she could to reach an open area where she had a good view of the valley.
The riverbank had just come into view when she saw him. He was walking down a steep path, right toward the river. Quinn ducked behind a pine tree and watched. From her vantage point behind the tree, she could see most of the edge of the river, right up to the base of the old, broken bridge. As she watched, William approached the water, right near the bridge. He stopped, and looked around. For a moment, he looked right at Quinn’s tree. She panicked, and scooted as far to the other side as she could, hoping desperately that he hadn’t seen her. She had no idea how she would explain herself if he approached her.
Silently taking a few deep breaths, she strained to listen for any sounds. She didn’t hear him coming toward her. She didn’t hear anything. Finally, she edged back around the tree and scanned the riverbank.
It was empty. Nobody was there.
What in the…?
She crept further around the tree, trying to get more of the valley in her view.
A wave of irritation washed over her that overpowered her caution. So what if he saw her? What was he going to do? At least she would have some answers. She circled around the tree and walked toward the riverbank, all the way to the bridge.
He wasn’t there. He wasn’t anywhere.
She whirled around, searching the entire valley with her eyes, even carefully scrutinizing the shallow water flowing over the rocks in the riverbed. He had to be here.
But he wasn’t.
Frustrated, Quinn found herself walking all over the riverbank in the cold evening air, looking behind trees and boulders. The sun had set almost completely. Soon she wouldn’t be able to see anything. There was no sign of another human being anywhere on the riverbank. He hadn’t had time to go anywhere, had he? What was going on here?
In a last, desperate move, she walked toward the broken bridge where she had seen him standing. She edged close to the water as far as she could, hoping to peer beneath the base of the bridge. Maybe he was hiding there? She had to get so close to the water that she got her shoes a little wet, but she could finally see behind the dark outcropping. Nothing. He wasn’t there, either.
Quinn sighed. She climbed up the crumbling steps and stood for a moment on what was left of the platform at the top. From here, she could see literally everything, even behind some of the smaller boulders she had searched. She was alone.
At that moment, a strange idea popped into her head. What if he had climbed up the bridge and kept on walking? What if it wasn’t really broken?
She knew the thought was absurd. She was standing here, and the bridge was broken. William Rose could not have kept on walking. Yet the thought resonated with something deep inside of her, a feeling she did not understand rising from her chest. She walked forward to the broken edge and looked over. He still wasn’t down there. The water swirled below her in freezing ribbons.
Carefully, she put her right foot over the edge, feeling the space.
Book Two: Roots of Insight
Book Three: Thorns of Decision