Sunday, November 30, 2014

Meet Kyler Birkwood from The Awakening

Something special for my readers! My YA Fantasy, The Awakening, is now available online from Amazon and Barnes & Noble. Plus, this Thursday, Dec. 4th is my online launch party where you can win tons of prizes. Anyone who is a member of Facebook can come! More information HERE.

In anticipation of the launch party, each day I will be posting an excerpt from my new book. The main character is Kyler and most of the book is from his POV, however, there are other chapters from the POV's of his friend Darcy, his Aunt Martha, and the shapeshifter, Walter the Wolf. Today we meet Kyler.



Name: Kyler Birkwood
Age:15
Lives: With his Aunt Martha on a farm.
Desire: To know more about his absentee father.
Skills: Magic, Plants and Potions
Weapon: Staff
Best Friends: Henry and Darcy

EXCERPT-

Kyler

Something was wrong. The short hairs on the back of Kyler’s neck stood up, straight and tall. He glanced toward the dense forest that bordered his aunt Martha’s property. Large evergreens crowded every inch of land not tilled for farming. For some reason the familiar-looking trees loomed dark and foreboding, and he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was being watched. He narrowed his eyes, looking for the source of his troubles, but nothing surfaced. With a shake of his head, he returned to weeding the garden, taking comfort in the familiar yet annoying task.
Under the bottom leaf, he spotted a caterpillar, its fuzzy little body inching its way toward a morning feast. Kyler pinched the culprit between his thumb and index finger and popped it. Green slime oozed down his fingers, slick and gooey. He wiped his fingers down the front of his shirt, and a greenish-yellow smudge joined other stains of dirt and grime.
Rays of sunlight filtered through the sky, dancing off Kyler’s sandy-blond hair and hitting the garden with welcome light. His blue eyes squinted as he glanced up into the brightness. He flexed his arm muscles, feeling tendons stretch and skin pull. Farmwork was dull, but it had its advantages. He was well built for his age, and he could tell by the way the girls in the village eyed him that they felt so, too.

As he moved on to the next plant, he felt that odd sensation again, as if something was watching him, and not in a friendly way. Goose bumps broke out on his arms, bumpy and rough. He whipped around to surprise whatever was watching, ready to pounce, but again he saw nothing. He decided to finish his work, and fast.

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