The Kuthun {REVIEW}



The Kuthun
S.A. Carter
Publication Date: August 15, 2014
Genres: YA, Fantasy



When Elena is given a kuthun on the morning of her birthday she is unaware of the ancient magic it wields. Tormented by dreams, and haunted by a curse that has plagued her family of witches for centuries, she must uncover the truth about her destiny, or face an uncertain future.

As the last of her bloodline, Elena must confront her enemy in a fight for survival that sees her forced towards the brink of darkness. When the time comes to choose between a life she knows, and a life she must give, will she be willing to make the ultimate sacrifice?





I received a free copy of this book from the author in exchange for an honest review. I made no guarantee of a favorable review.

I want to thank Ms. Carter for affording me the opportunity to read her book as I loved it!!

This spellbinding story is about a young witch whose bloodline dates back to ancient Egypt and she is the last female of her bloodline. This is not your typical young adult book where we witness romantic inclinations or the fumblings of a young girl but in fact we get a first class ticket into watching just how much more she grows. Elena receives a special birthday gift; the kuthun which will help her decipher her past, present and future in order to survive. Along side Elena is her uncle Josiah who helps her every step of the way and her animal companion Magi.

This author's debut book is a must read as the storyline is well weaved and the characters are well developed and strong. I'm looking forward to seeing what the author comes up with next as she is off to a magical and fantastic start. I invite you to step into the magic and fall in love with a new series.


©S.A. Carter

My eighth Great Grandmother, Isabella Cole, was a local healer in Salem Village at the time of the Salem Witch Trials—an historical event that saw hundreds of women persecuted, convicted, or killed by the church in the belief that they were evil witches practising the dark arts.
These women were not evil. They were mothers, daughters and healers who mixed herbs to aid the sick, who turned babies in the womb to ensure a safe delivery, who prayed to the Goddess of the Moon to return them a healthy crop in time for winter. These women were innocent and unfairly judged and punished for crimes they never committed.
Isabella was one of these women, a witch who had dedicated her life to helping others, and she was tending to a sick man by the name of Robert Williams—the assistant pastor of the local Puritan church at the time.
The weeks she spent healing him were enough to spark a love affair between them. It would have been a romantic tale of young love from very different worlds, had he not been married at the time. Williams heard about the upcoming court trials, and caring for her deeply he helped her to escape before she was convicted of witchcraft.
She fled Salem, unknowingly pregnant with his illegitimate child. She headed from Massachusetts into Connecticut, where she was found in the mountains by the American Indian Pequoan tribe a few days later. Cold, sick and near death, after surviving the freezing temperatures and harsh terrain, they carried her back to their camp where she was healed by the Pequoan tribe medicine man after many days and nights. It is said that during the smoking of her spirit he saw many things of importance through Isabella’s spiritual body. What these were we cannot know for sure.
Thereafter he insured her safety and took her into his family as his adopted daughter. After regaining her strength Isabella continued to live with the Pequoan people, learning their ways and living as one amongst them.
Seven months later she gave birth to a daughter, Alaya Red Fire Cole. The medicine man named her Red Fire after he saw the power of her blood, or so my mother told me.
But back in Salem, Williams’ wife Sally uncovered the truth about the affair, and his betrayal would fuel a centuries-long curse upon my family, for Sally was a descendant of the bloodline of the Roman emperor Augustus, going back to the time of Ancient Rome in 43BC.
Augustus, who was adopted by his Great Uncle Julius Caesar, became the first Roman emperor. He viewed paganism, or the worship of foreign deities, to be a sin. In turn he banned all religions other than the traditional Roman beliefs of worshipping the old Gods.
Augustus started the order of the Puritans within his family. This meant that all people who were married into the family must be of pure Roman blood and faith. How he could actually prove this is beyond me, but nevertheless he wanted to ensure that the bloodline of Augustus would continue on throughout history as being one that exuded power and demanded reverence. This act has continued for many generations and holds great value to those of the Augustus bloodline.
So when Sally found out about the affair her husband had with a so called “witch”, she accused her husband of adultery and he was sentenced to jail, where he later died.
Bent on revenge at the embarrassment that his infidelity caused her and her family, she raised their six-year old son as a Venator—or hunter—with the idea that to preserve the Puritan bloodline, the abomination of the mixed blood that Isabelle was carrying had to be exterminated.
Ever since that time the Cole bloodline of witches has been threatened by these Venators, with their beliefs and skills being passed down from generation to generation, resulting in the murder of all of my female ancestors before me.
I am the last.


S. A. Carter is the author of the YA paranormal/fantasy series The Kuthun. Book #1 out now on Amazon!
She is a lover of books and creativity in any form and is usually drawn to the paranormal/historical/fantasy genres when it comes to reading and writing.
She is a proud Australian author who dreams big and works hard and loves being inspired by people, nature, creativity and the endless possibilities of the universe.
She loves the country, freshly baked bread, laughter and her family.
She would like to travel more, have a sync off with Jimmy Fallon, hug Ellen, and write a screenplay.





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