Wild Talent is available in Canada from White Dwarf Books, Chapters, Vancouver Kidsbooks and other brick & mortar bookstores, and from online stores, including abebooks. Available in the US in March 2009;

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Historical fantasy: YA age 14+
Thistledown Press: September 2008
224 pages / trade paper $15.95
ISBN-10: 1-897235-40-2
ISBN-13: 978-1-897235-40-9

"Acclaimed Canadian author Eileen Kernaghan ... is known both for her painstaking historical research and her interest in diverse cultural and historical manifestations of spirituality. Wild Talent is no exception." - Ursula Pflug, The New York Review of Science Fiction.

"... a charming bildungsroman and an intriguing look at Victorian occultists and French Decadents, with cameos by such figures as Arthur Conan Doyle and Paul Verlaine." - Locus

"The drudgery of rural poverty, the decadence of absinthe-soaked artists, the glamour of the Paris world's fair, and the spiritual debates among London's occult circles are all handled with skill. When I finished Wild Talent I felt that I'd paid a visit to the late 19th century, that I'd been right there with Jeannie all along." -- Kelly Lasiter, FantasyLiterature.net

Wild Talent: a Novel of the Supernatural is shortlisted for the 2009 Sunburst Award for Literature of the Fantastic.

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"If you enjoy well-written historical fiction, with particular reference to spiritualism, this is a book for you. Alexandra David and Madame Blavatsky were actual people, who led fascinating lives." -- Charlotte's Library

"This late Victorian historical is a vivid exciting tale that takes readers into a strange dominion filled with artists, spiritualists and ethnologists... Basing (the story) on the real 1888 London Journal of Alexandra ((David Neel), Eileen Kernaghan provides her bewitched fans with a great late nineteenth century tale." -- Harriet Klausner, Genre Go Round Reviews

"Wild Talent describes the setting and feeling of this time period very well. The background information ...is not obviously superimposed on the plot, and the character development is excellent. The reader can see Jeannie's growth from a scared farm worker to a knowing, mature woman." Recommended. CM Magazine

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George moved closer, and I broke out in a cold sweat. There was no way of escape, standing as he did between me and the door. At that moment I spied a pitchfork leaning against a post; and at the same instant he reached for me.

And then all at once there was blood, and George was clutching his shoulder, and cursing in a shrill, outraged voice. The pitchfork, that a moment before had been standing harmlessly against the wall, was now lying at his feet. One of the tines had struck by his shoulder, piercing shirt and flesh.

He clutched his shoulder and stared at the blood welling up between his fingers. "You've killed me," he said, and there was a kind of puzzlement as well as anguish in his look.

"I haven't," I cried. "I didn't". Something had happened, sure enough, and George without question was wounded; yet I felt it had naught to do with me.

"You're a witch," he said, and what I saw in his face now was hatred, and bewilderment, and naked fear.

They fetched George to the steward's cottage, and the steward's wife cleaned his wound and bound it up while they waited for the doctor to come from the village. If his wound should turn bad he may die, and then I will be a murderess, and must be taken away to prison, and will hang. Though perhaps -- and I pray it be so -- the wound is not a fatal one. Still, he named me a witch -- though I swear what I did was through no conscious intent, but a thing I could not control. They burned witches once; and not so very long ago they threw them in the water to see if they would float or drown. I think there are folk hereabout who still hold to such beliefs.

And after all his wound may be deep, and may fester, and he will die. And I will hang for it.

There is naught for it, but to run away.

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