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Cover Reveal! PLAGUED PRIMORTUS

The final book of the Primortus Chronicles is coming soon!!
The Eleventh Elementum is missing…
The Magical Humusara is cautioning…
The Crystal Plague is looming…
Things are about to get deeper, darker, deadlier!


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Hollowed Humusara-New Edition

As the final book of The Primortus Chronicles, PLAGUED PRIMORTUS, nears publication, it’s the perfect time to read  an excerpt from book 2. 

Skylee suddenly sensed the weight of her amulet against her skin. It felt neither hot nor cold. Yet her desire to read her Humusara was stronger than ever. Perhaps it could answer her questions. She pulled the book from her backpack, removed her necklace and placed the amulet inside the diamond-shaped carving in the cover. As usual, it began its miraculous transformation, going from a new-looking journal to a wornand weathered volume of ancient writings.

I never get tired of seeing that, thought Skylee, grinning down at her Humusara as she opened it. Instantly, words begin to shimmer across the page. She glanced up totell Will, but he and Airon seemed enthralled in conversation. Turning around in her seat, she looked at Chrism, who had moved to the back of the glider, and was in her own world with loud music blasting from her E-buds. I’ll tell them later. She peered down atthe aged pages and read.

EXTINGUISHING THE MAN ABLAZE

WILL BRING ABOUT A TOXIC HAZE,

REVEALING FEELINGS LEFT UNSAID

UPON THE TRACK THAT LIES AHEAD.

Hmm, I don’t like the sound of that…toxic haze. She frowned, remembering her trip to the Maori Village where Ashley had used some kind of gaseous concoction on her mom. And he might have succeeded in kidnapping her if Skylee hadn’t stopped him by using the tree’s roots and limbs. Wait a minute, she thought as the words came together in her mind. Ashley Hayes…Haze…that can’t be his real name. The book’s pages fluttered, bringing her eyes back to the paper as itfell open to a new spot. Oh goody, she thought, rolling her eyes, more riddles.

THY HEART SHALL BE CONSUMED BY FLAME,

AND LOVE BE JUDGED OF GUILT AND BLAME.

THE NINE WILL GATHER ONE TO TEST

AND TWO MUST PART AT THEIR BEHEST.

My heart consumed by flames…really? Skylee covered her eyes for a moment and then peeked through her fingers to look down at the shimmering words again. Nine will gather one to test, she reread, dropping her hand as her eyebrows shot up. Nine who, or what? Oh brother, how am I supposed to know what that means?

Skylee glanced at Ann, who still seemed engrossed with something on her V-phone. Of course, she knew Will’s mom had a point about making sure her powers weren’t seen. But it kind of hurt her feelings that she hadn’t even seemed grateful that she’d saved her son from becoming a crispy critter. Skylee exhaled loudly.

“Sky,” Will said looking at herover his shoulder. “You okay?”

Every head in the glider turned inher direction. Oh, hey guys, my Humusara just told me my heart’s gonna burst into flames at any moment, she imagined herself saying. Psssh—nevermind! Shegazed up at them and said, “Yep, I’m good.”

“Well, my neck hurts like heck,” Chrism said in a scratchy voice. “And thanks for asking.”

Airon immediately moved back to sit next to her sister. He took Chrism’s hand and spoke to her in soft tones. How does she do that? Skylee wondered,shaking her head. In any case, she was glad the focus was on Chrism so shecould get back to her Humusara. Looking down, she watched the shimmering wordsfrom her last riddle replaced with new ones.

“Wow, guess you’re feeling chatty today,” she whispered to her book.

TAKE HEED

OF EARS, WHICH LISTEN BUT DO NOT HEAR,

OF EYES, WHICH SEE ALTHOUGH NOT CLEAR,

OF MOUTHS, WHICH SPEAK BUT WILL NOT SAY,

THEIR WORDS, THEIR SIGHT, THEIR SECRET WAY.

“Ugh,” Skylee sighed, pulling her Humusara to her chest and hugging it tightly. Why riddles? I mean really, what’s wrong with plain English, like—Watch out! Brinfrost ahead, turnback! Now that would be more useful. But at the moment all she had was more questions, and chief among them was why the Arcamentum had guided her to Brinfrost.

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Bringing Books to Life (Part 3)

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This week Queen Elizabeth II became Britain’s longest serving Monarch. We may not be royalty but this seems the perfect time to tell you about the time we took an imaginary trip across the pond.

It might sound completely mental to imagine we are traveling to the UK, but until we make “The Guardian Bestseller List” or our books are made into movies (we can dream) we’ll just have to pretend we’re visiting the places in our stories.

http://www.theguardian.com/books/booksblog/2014/dec/15/readers-10-best-books-of-2014

Start the day out with a Classic British Breakfast

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fried eggs, bacon, sausages, baked beans, toast & tomato

Play a Very British Game of Dr. Who Yahtzee

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You Can Find it on Amazon here…

Or watch “Doctor Who” while noshing on Jammie Dodgers

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Visit a Local British Restaurant

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Fish and Chips for Lunch

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Spend the afternoon reading the words of a British Author.

J.R.R. Tolkien, Lewis Carroll, Jane Austen, Charlotte Bront, Emily Bront, Charles Dickens, C.S. Lewis, Ian Fleming, Roald Dahl, and Agatha Christie…just to name a few.

Decorate the dinner table for a “Doctor Who” Dinner

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Yummy fish sticks and custard

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Cassandra Pizza and Bow Tie Pasta

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Adipose Cupcakes

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So, if you ever do get to Jolly Ole England, remember…pants mean underwear, sweaters are called jumpers, and trainers are tennis shoes.

Cheers, Mates!

If you’re not too knackered from the “trip” curl up on your settee with a cuppa and read this scene from HOLLOWED HUMUSARA, introducing our favorite “Britishy” butler, Chesterfield.

Excerpt:

At that moment the castle’s ornate wooden doors swung open and a slender man descended the stairs. He wore an old fashioned black tuxedo with long coat tails, a crisp white shirt, and a bow tie. His salt and pepper hair was meticulously combed back. Skylee thought he looked like he had just stepped from the pages of a Jane Austen novel.

Chrism, who was still slightly out of breath from dancing, stepped up to Skylee and let out a soft snort. “Where’d Phileas find him, Buckingham palace?”

Skylee gave her sister a poke in the ribs without taking her eyes off the approaching man. “More like the Antarctic,” she murmured back, resisting an urge to laugh.

“What the heck?” said Chrism, wrinkling up her forehead.

“Antarctic…penguins?” Skylee softly replied. “Get it?”

“Oh, I got it” she said, rolling her eyes. “Honestly, does everything have to be about wildlife with you?”

Skylee shrugged and grinned.

“Welcome to Mogg Castle,” said the man when he reached the bottom of the stairs. “My name is Chesterfield, the caretaker here. ‘Tis a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” He spoke in a prim and proper British accent.

Skylee noticed something odd about him. His facial features seemed almost immobilized. But before she could study him more closely, a squeaky little meowing sound caught her attention. A rather large cat with fluffy orange and white fur had followed him down the steps. As the caretaker introduced himself to the adults, the cat scurried up and rubbed against Skylee’s legs.

Kneeling down, she stroked it gently. “Ooo, such a big kitty, she cooed. “Yes…let’s see…are you a Maine Coon? I think so…yes I do… Aren’t you a good…uh, girl? No…no, you’re a boy…aren’t you?”

“Aaaaw,” said Chrism, joining her to pet the cat. “Look at him, he’s so gorgeous! And he reminds me of someone.”

And just like that, Skylee was struck with an unnerving thought. Ever since her sister had turned into a bear and then a snake—not to mention seeing Levi, the Silvereye, flying around her hotel room—she couldn’t see animals in the same way. Now, she found herself wondering if they were a Corporus.

Well, if I could shift I’d be a cat, she thought, looking closer at the kitty. His large eyes shone like golden glass and his fur felt too soft to be real.

“Hello young miss,” said Chesterfield, bowing slightly to Chrism, and then pivoting to bow to Skylee. “Miss Porter, I see you’ve met our resident cat.”

Skylee stood. “Oh, hi—yes sir—we have. What’s his name?”

“We call him Mr. Chi.”

“Oh, what does it mean?” asked Skylee.

“The name has many meanings,” he said. “In China it is the energy of life or literally air, and the traditional unit of length, sometimes referred to as a Chinese foot. It can also mean dragon. In Greek it is the twenty-second letter in the alphabet. And in some urban settings it means an extremely attractive person, a hottie.”

“Er, well, thanks,” muttered Skylee, glancing over at Chrism, who stood gawking at Chesterfield as though he had just spouted a second head. “That was a very, um, very thorough definition.”

“You are welcome, miss.”

“Huh—can’t believe it,” Chrism muttered under her breath. “He might actually give her a run for her money.”

“Who?” asked Skylee with furrowed brows. “What are you talking about?”

Her sister smirked. “I’m just saying that Chesterfield here reminds me of another Wiki-fact wizard I know.”

“You are mistaken, miss,” said Chesterfield in a corrective yet tactful tone. “It is true that my data is accessed via Internet and includes an extensive number of dictionaries, glossaries, encyclopedias and web browsers, but I rarely scan Wikipedia.”

“Ooo…kay?” said Chrism, looking puzzled.

Skylee let out a small laugh and glanced nervously at the caretaker’s expressionless face. Is he for real? she wondered. She was searching her brain for the right thing to say when her mother stepped closer.

“Oh, Pumpkin,” she said, picking up the cat, which had still been weaving in and out of Skylee’s calves. “He seems to really like you.” She handed the furry feline to her.

Skylee cradled him in her arms. “He’s so perfect.”

“Correct, young miss, he is an android pet, a DroidCo Nine model. Mr. Mogg has equipped the manor with the finest technology, take myself for example I am a DroidCo Generation Twenty.”

“You’re an ANDROID!” Chrism blurted out, and then clamped her hand over her mouth.

Everyone stopped talking and looked at Chesterfield.