Monday, December 24, 2012

Happy Holidays and Chapter 9 of Air Keep


Hey everyone, hope you are having a great Christmas, Hanukkah, or whatever holidays you celebrate this time of year. 2013 should be a very exciting year for me and my family. I have Zombie Kid coming out December 26th, Dark Memories coming out January, and Air Keep coming out February. Then in September, book two in the Case File 13 series, Making the Team will come out.

I've been releasing a chapter a month of Air Keep. Chapter 9 doesn't come out until January, but as my holiday gift to you, I am releasing it now.

Also, if you'd like to read part of Zombie Kid, you can see it here. Merry Christmas everyone!

Interlude 1
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8


Chapter 9 -- The Will Be
Marcus was in the hall again. “This way!” the little boy called, running deeper into the corridor. “It’s more fun the farther you go.”
Marcus followed the boy, noticing how the paintings he passed continued to go back in time. There one of him studying in his quarters. Him in the desert. He jogged past a couple of doors and stopped at a painting of Kyja, Riph Raph, and himself riding the motorcycle. He ran his fingers across the image, realizing just how much he missed Kyja, and looked at the closed door beside it.
“If I go in, I’ll be . . . ?”

Chapter 8 Good Advice

This is Chapter 8 of Farworld Book 3 -- Air Keep which comes out February 26th. Hope you enjoy it.

Interlude 1
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7

Chapter 8 -- Good Advice
“Kyja! Kyja, control yourself.” Master Therapass placed his wrinkled hands on Kyja’s shoulders, and she realized she’d been banging her fists on the aptura discerna, willing it to show her Marcus.
“You said he was all right. You said he was safe.” Kyja gripped the edge of the table to keep her hands from shaking. “Where is he?” she demanded, her heart pounding.
“Just because you cannot see Marcus does not mean he’s in danger.”
“Sure,” Riph Raph said. “Maybe Turnip Head just knocked over his wheelchair, spread his things around the floor and, um, took a nap . . . where you can’t find him.”