Enter a wicked cool fantasy world of witches and their assassins, where a group of renegades battle to capture the Heart of the Coven.
“A unique, gripping, engaging book by a voice that the genre has been waiting for.” — Seanan McGuire, author of the Wayward Children series
Even teenage assassins have dreams.
Eli isn’t just a teenage girl — she’s a made-thing the witches created to hunt down ghosts in the human world. Trained to kill with her seven living blades, Eli is a flawless machine, a deadly assassin. But when an assignment goes wrong, Eli starts to question everything she was taught about both worlds, the Coven, and her tyrannical witch-mother.
Terrified that she’ll be unmade for her mistake, Eli seeks refuge with a group of human and witch renegades. To earn her place, she must prove herself by capturing the Heart of the Coven. With the help of two humans and a girl who smells like the sea, Eli is going to get answers — and earn her freedom.
About the author
Adan Jerreat-Poole is a white settler living on Anishinaabe and Haudenosaunee land. They are a Ph.D. candidate in English and cultural studies at McMaster University, where they study disability in popular culture. Adan lives in Kingston, Ontario, with their cat, Dragon.
Excerpt: The Girl of Hawthorn and Glass (by (author) Adan Jerreat-Poole)
Eli popped an extra-strength Advil and downed it with a mouthful of lukewarm coffee. She hoped that would stop the ache in her chest, although it would do nothing for the rattling cough that kept her awake at night. Bronchioles turning to thorns and spiderwebs were hell on a body. Eventually she would turn back into the parts the witch had used to make her — a girl stitched together out of beetle shells and hawthorn berries and a witch’s greed.
Eli took another sip of coffee and flicked her eyes to a corner of the café. The ghost had taken the form of a middle-aged man in Clark Kent glasses — he must have been watching old films to think those were still in style — and was fumbling with a MacBook. He hadn’t touched his coffee, which was a dead giveaway. Caffeine short-circuited a ghost’s nervous system.
She drew a dagger of glass, enchanted to be invisible to human eyes. Pasted on a nervous smile, the one she saw often on teenagers in the human world. Then she stood up.
It was time.
Eli wasn’t just a teenage girl with heavy bangs falling over round glasses, fighting with her mother and writing bad poetry in her journal (although she did some of that, too). Eli was an assassin.
She bumped into Clark Kent’s table as she walked past, spilling his coffee.
“Shit!” He grabbed his computer and jumped up, but not before some of the liquid had spilled onto his crisp tan pants. He hissed in pain.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” Eli did her best squeal. “I’ll get you some napkins!” She lightly pressed the flat of the blade against the back of his neck, reflecting the magic inward. Trapping the ghost inside.
Eli ran back to the counter to grab some napkins. “I’m sooo clumsy,” she told the barista, who smiled sympathetically.
The blade had rendered the man docile. The body looked sick and confused. She’d never seen one so weak. Unless it was a trick.
Coffee dripped onto the floor — a lulling, rhythmic soundtrack to everyday murder.
Eli picked up the laptop, wiped down the table, and then carefully placed it down again. She eyed him warily, looking for evidence of the ghost. Sometimes they came out of the ears like steam and tried to escape, even when she used the glass knife. Hunting down a cloud of steam was a pain in the ass. This one seemed safely neutralized.
“You should go wash up,” she told him. He nodded slowly. The man stood up, unsteadily, and walked to the bathroom at the back of the café. She followed him.
“I’m so sorry,” she repeated, trying to remind herself to walk noisily, clumsily, like a human would. Her blades swung in a gentle, familiar rhythm at her hips.
Through the door, into a room with flickering fluorescent lights and dirty linoleum. The glaring afternoon sun pouring in through a window. A mirror reflecting their images back at them: a girl and a man. Hunter and prey.
Usually the ghosts resisted, and the trick was to keep them in the human body by magic and force. But this one seemed tired and ready to die. Eli wondered for a moment if she found that thought comforting — that she was helping him find peace. Exorcising the demon. Putting the body to rest. Then she shook her head.
She was made to kill.
She was created to derive pleasure in a job well done. And she was close to completing another assignment. She pulled out a different knife, cloudy, its color shifting and changing between greys, blacks, and pearl-toned whites. The man’s eyes widened. “What — “”
Eli drove it into his skull. It went through easily, and she rooted around inside for a few moments trying to catch the sleeping ghost. Trying to drag the magic out of its human shell.
Blood poured from the shattered skull, shimmering across her face like a red galaxy as she pressed deeper into his brain. The body collapsed on the floor in a heavy, meaty pile.
Eli stepped back, heart racing. That wasn’t supposed to happen.
Once she knifed a ghost, its body transformed back into what it was made from — a dog bone or an old biscuit.
This body remained stubbornly human. Eli heard footsteps outside the bathroom door and she was standing in blood, in the blood of the man she had just murdered — a human — and if someone saw her they would call the cops, they would track her down. Human bullets would hurt her as surely as they puncture holes in trees, and she would bleed, too. Even if she survived, her handlers would come for her and finish the job.
A thought jarred her out of panic: this man was the mark. She wasn’t mistaken. Which meant someone else had fucked up and put her here.
Fear and fury burned through Eli’s body, making her cough violently as stone turned to ash in her lungs. (She had been warned about strong emotions.) Her hand tightened on the knife and she made the split-second decision to live. She was, after all, made to possess strong survival instincts.
As for the anger? That was entirely her own.
As the bathroom door opened, Eli threw herself at the window, cracking it with her elbow. She fell into the back alley behind the café. Taking a breath, she checked that her glamour was still in place — brown eyes, blonde hair, mouth heavy with lipstick — and that her blades were still shielded from human eyes. Then she forced herself to walk slowly into the bustling downtown, into the heart of the City of Ghosts.
Above the city, invisible to the human eye, darkening to a deep blue speckled with stars, hung the monstrous and magical City of Eyes.
...the tight plotting and myriad details will carry teens along on an imaginative adventure.
School Library Journal
In The Girl of Hawthorn and Glass, Jerreat-Poole creates worlds and characters that are simultaneously magical and infinitely human.
Tanya Boteju, author of Kings, Queens, and In-Betweens
I cannot praise this book enough ... if you’re looking for a case study on metaphors and evocative writing, or if you’re interested in a unique and experimental text that deals with identity, individuality, and the driving motivation of all living things to survive and find their place in the world even if they have to carve that place for themselves.
Cloud Lake Literary
A unique, gripping, engaging book by a voice that the genre has been waiting for. The Girl of Hawthorn and Glass is worth your time and your attention.
Seanan McGuire, award-winning author of the Wayward Children series
A moving, lyrical debut. Fantasy readers will fall in love with Jerreat-Poole's sharp-tongued assassin and diverse, vividly rendered magical world.
Heather Fawcett, author of Even the Darkest Stars
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Strange and riveting...The Girl of Hawthorn and Glass is an appealing and spooky fantasy.
Contrasting worlds of chaos and fear, power and struggle. Their characters are complicated, not only because of their fantastical natures but also because of their personalities as reflected in their behaviours...
CanLit for Little Canadians
Explores the queer potential of witches to evoke themes of difference, chosen families, and becoming one’s true self in worlds both magical and mundane... Jerreat-Poole’s fantasy world is chaotic but voluminous, and readers who love the stuff of magic will find plenty to spark the imagination.
Quill & Quire
In the midst of this dark, murderous fantasy, debut author Jerreat-Poole explores complex themes of oppression, abuse, belonging, and identity. A raw and chaotic force of magic.
Battle Angel Alita meets The Hazel Wood in this sharp-as-nails urban fable that grabs you immediately with its hooked claw and refuses to let go. Jerreat-Poole's prose crackles and sings on the page as a woven spell, carefully cast.
S.M. Beiko, author of The Realms of Ancient trilogy