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Neiko Adventure Saga

1Title: Neiko’s Five Land Adventure
Series: The Neiko Adventure Saga (Book #1)
By: A. K. Taylor
Publisher: Soaring Eagle Books (www.soaringeaglebooks.org)
Publication Date: September 1, 2010
Genre: Teen/YA Fantasy/Science Fiction Action Adventure (ages 12-17)

 

 

 

Book Excerpt:

Neiko plummeted into unknown darkness and slid in an abyssal joyride. Suddenly the ride stopped, and she toppled on a floor, rolled, and collided with a wall. She then heard Quickstrike hit the floor just a few feet away. “Neiko, are you here?” he asked.

“Yeah, what a rush,” she replied.

“Where are we anyway?”

“I dunno.”

“Turn on the light, will ya? I can’t see a thing.”

“Sure thing, just as soon as I can find my flashlight,” she said as she groped in her backpack. Neiko found it and turned it on. The wall behind her was a low platform and she used it to hoist herself; her fingers brushed something hard and dry. “Man, what stinks?” she said as she turned around and was face to face with a skeleton; she jumped.

“What or who is that?”

“It’s Rumi, and Xerxes is right beside him,” she said as she read the names engraved in the stone and filled with golds and jewels, “We found their tomb!”

The two just lay there in their garb and they had their swords and shields placed on them just like the others. Neiko whipped her flashlight in the tomb and she found a passageway. She found a torch on the wall. She got it down, dug out the matches, lit it, and put the flashlight and matches back into her backpack. With her newfound and better light, she explored the walls of the tomb. She found pictures that showed the life of the two, but in the midst of the pictures was a picture of a shadowy form. She walked over to it to get a better look and Quickstrike followed her. “What on earth is that?” he asked.

She examined it closely, and saw the familiar shape; the red eyes came out of the figure’s terrible stance. “It’s the Dark Pharaoh. So this is what people saw, and you can tell it’s Ramses. See, you can tell. Paint black on his armor and what do you see?”

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A.K. Taylor grew up in the backwoods of Georgia where she learned about nature. She enjoys hunting and fishing, beekeeping, gardening, archery, shooting, hiking, and has various collections. She also has interest in music, Native American history and heritage, Egyptian history, and the natural sciences. A.K. Taylor has been writing and drawing since the age of 16. A.K. Taylor has graduated from the University of Georgia with a biology degree, and she shares an interest in herpetology with her husband.

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Whomever Has the Courage to Read Part II

This is a story I wrote in the late 1980s for a Children’s Literature Class.

You can read the first part here.

A loud crack of thunder brought Matt back to the present with a start.  He felt his heartbeats quicken as shadows danced around the room and the light swayed from the ceiling.  A bolt of lightning flashed across the black sky and the wind blew the tree limbs across the bare windows.  He felt his heartbeats quicken and the hair on the back of his neck quivered.

As a bolt of lightning flashed across the black sky and the wind blew tree limbs into the bare window pane, Matt took in large gasps of air and slowly let them out trying to stop his pounding heart.  He looked around the room and found a safe place in the corner where he snuggled down underneath a heavy quilt and continued to read:

September 13th;

You think it’s all imagination, don’t you? It’s not you know.  You have psychic powers to help me solve this so long ago mystery.  The drowning of Judge Smith and the slaying of Doc Baker.

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Whomever Has the Courage to Read

Whomever Has the Courage to Read is a short story that I wrote in a Children’s Literature class in the late 1980s.  Over the years I have thought about turning this story into a book.  Maybe, someday.

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Being thirteen was difficult, thought Matt.  Too old to play with electric trains and too young to have a car. And, being stuck at Grandpa’s lake cottage for the summer and having it rain all day didn’t help.

Rainy days were easy to fill if you like to sleep, like Grandpa Henry did, listening to the squeak and hum of the fan, or sew like his ten-year-old sister Amber did on a scrap of fabric she had found in the attic.

“Attic.  A great idea,” Matt said to himself.  He climbed the old wooden staircase slowly, hoping he would not wake Grandpa, with the squeaking sound of the floorboards.

The heavy door groaned as Matt swung it back.  He reached for the light switch just inside the dark musky room.  Suddenly, the room filled with shadows by a long single bare light bulb swaying down from the rafters in the center of the room.

A huge cedar trunk stood in one corner.  Matt made his way to it watching the shadows lurk about and lifted the heavy lid.  Instead of patchwork quilts, the trunk was full of old books.

One book, in particular, caught Matt’s eye.  It was not very large and bound in soft leather the same yellow color of Grandpa’s work gloves.

Matt felt strange as he looked at the book.  He started to tremble and got the feeling he was trespassing.  Curiosity on what the book contained had him shoving aside his feelings and when he opened the book he read:

“To whomever has the courage to read me.”

“I have plenty of courage,” Matt said softly into the stale air.  He felt a breeze that caused the hair on the back of his neck to rise.  Matt looked around the room as though he was being watched and wondered where the breeze came from since the small windows were nailed shut.  Once he reassured himself he was alone, he took a deep breath and turned the page to read:

“July 9th;

“On the night Judge Smith drowned in Stockdale Bay, I saw you.  You were with him in his green beat-up flat-bottom boat.  Old Sheriff Taylor said Judge had whiskey bottles in the boat.  He then concluded that Judge Smith went out fishin’ alone, got drunk, fell overboard while trying to pull in a fish, and was, by then, too drunk to swim.

“But you know and I know Judge Smith was a good strong swimmer and drank nothing stronger than black coffee.

“Guess you had your reasons.”

Matt gasped, trying hard not to believe what he was reading.  Who was this Judge Smith and who was the author of this diary?  Scared and puzzled by the whole thing, Matt continued to read hoping he would find some answers.

“August 11th;

“Ma took me to see one of them new-fangled doctors they call psychiatrists.  I overheard them talking and they say I am crazy, but I’m not and you know it.

“Why did you kill Doc Baker?  Was he getting close to the truth about poor ole Judge Smith?

“Now you shouldn’t have killed Doc like that.”

…to be continued…

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A summer trip to the Klondike can be deadly…

klondikeTitle: Bloody Klondike Gold
Series: Randi Braveheart Mysteries
By: A. K. Taylor
Publisher: Soaring Eagle Books
Publication Date: September 19, 2016
Genre: Teen/YA Mystery, Thriller, Action Adventure

 

 

 

 

Blurb:

Randi Braveheart and her friend go to the Mineral Creek mining claim for summer vacation and to visit her father, Will, during the second half of the six month mining season. The time of happy reunions, summer fun, and gold mining come to a close after a night of sabotage, the theft of the first half of the season’s haul, and a death threat.

Will the motley crew of miners and teens survive until the end of the season?

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Bloody Klondike Gold is an introductory short story to the new Randi Braveheart Mystery Series by award winning Teen/YA author A.K. Taylor! Stay tuned for the first installment To Catch a Catfish coming in 2017.

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Book Excerpt:

In the dining hall, all fifteen miners fell in to eat a nice meal after a hard day’s work.

Randi and Brittany talked to Pappy and Will about what they explored.

Brittany wasn’t too enthusiastic about the woods, but she loved the view and scenery in the distance and the creek.

Randi spoke of doing a little fishing one day.

Brittany was going to pass on that. She didn’t like the fish or the bait. Anything that was smelly or slimy turned her off. It was totally gross!

Several big explosions came from outside, interrupting the dinnertime chatter. They were so loud and booming that they shook the windows of the dining hall and the foundation.

“What was that?” asked Brittany with here blue eyes wide in fright.

The huge gears, springs, and shaker from the derocker crashed through the roof and landed on one of the tables and brought with it wood and tin from the roof. Several people were hit with the fallen debris. Other people shielded themselves with their arms and herded toward the exit. The injured were wallowing on the ground and moaning in pain.

Everyone was in a panic and confused.

What was going on? What was all that racket outside?

People checked on and helped the injured. Nothing was serious, but they were going to need first aid. After a few moments, everyone ran outside to investigate what was going on and what the noise was.

Orange light from flames illuminated the night sky and the emerald-green foliage of the surrounding forest. Everyone gathered around and looked in horror at the mining equipment. It was engulfed in flames and completely ruined. Someone had sabotaged and completely destroyed everything.

Men were horrified beyond disbelief and completely lost on what to do next.

Pappy was furious. He took his hat off and slammed it on the ground. “Goshdarn it! I’m gonna blast the fur of’n the person’s hide, if I ever see ‘em!” he spat indignantly. When Pappy got angry, people related him to an old, cotton-haired Yosemite Sam.

Will ran into the cabin where the safe was without telling anyone.

“Dad, where are ya goin’?” asked Randi as she followed him.

Brittany brought up the rear behind them.

When the trio got there to the cabin, they saw the door had been kicked open. All three of them had that sinking feeling as their eyes went toward the safe. The safe was smashed and pried open. Everything from inside was gone.

Will was so overcome with so many emotions that he silently wept. He had high hopes that this mining year was going to make a serious difference for a better life for him and his daughter, since his wife had died about five years ago. Now because of someone’s thoughtless actions, everything he had worked and hoped for was now in jeopardy.

Brittany offered to give her shoulder for Randi to cry on. She knew Will and Randi’s sad story all too well. She shed her own tears for them and for her own grief.

No one slept a wink that night. They were going to wait till morning to survey the damage and decide what to do next. That wasn’t the extent of the bad news. The buyer was coming tomorrow and now there was no gold to sell to gather needed supplies or split among the men. That was going to kill the morale of the group and possibly turn everything for the worst.

As Randi wiped her eyes, she saw a folded piece of paper in front of the ruined safe. She picked up and unfolded the paper. This short message was sloppily scribbled on the paper:

All of you are going to die tomorrow night.

Randi showed it to her father and her friend. They were clearly appalled by the letter. They had to show this to everyone else.

It was definitely going to be a sleepless night tonight after discovering such a ghastly letter.

 

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A.K. Taylor grew up in the backwoods of Georgia where she learned about nature. She enjoys hunting and fishing, beekeeping, gardening, archery, shooting, hiking, and has various collections. She also has interest in music, Native American history and heritage, Egyptian history, and the natural sciences. A.K. Taylor has been writing and drawing since the age of 16. A.K. Taylor has graduated from the University of Georgia with a biology degree, and she shares an interest in herpetology with her husband.

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One Way Ticket to the Past

escapefromancientegypt-3_zpssbf7mwqeTitle: Escape from Ancient Egypt, Neiko Adventure Saga, Book Two
By: A. K. Taylor
Publisher: Soaring Eagle Books 
Publication Date: December 19, 2012
Genre: Teen/YA, Fantasy/Science Fiction, Action Adventure (ages 12-17)
Paperback ISBN:
     13: 978-1-943326-05-1
 IBSN 10: 1-943326-05-3
LCCN: 2016902746
ASIN: B00AR3G4MS
Number of pages: 314 in paperback/hardcover

Book Excerpt:

Chapter 2

The other five tribes came to the battle site and bailed out of the cars. The Crackedskulls were running amok, destroying homes, cars, buildings, property, and chasing the Mohicans and Sparras and terrorizing them. Great Spirit knows what could happen next, and the chieftains weren’t going to sit around and find out before sounding the alarm. The remaining five tribes let out a shrill war call to let them know of their presence and charged under Neiko’s direction. The small force of plundering Crackedskulls tried to retreat, but the Indians smashed into them. The Crackedskulls fought savagely, but the angry Indians’ hunger for retribution was greater. The Indians wounded quite a few and killed a couple with clubs, slings, bows, spears, and tomahawks—they used native weapons to keep things quiet and not draw attention from Outsider authorities. The Crackedskulls answered back and Indians were injured.

“Neiko, go and find Eagle Claw while we hold off these goons!” said Pike as he hit a Crackedskull across his eyes with the handle of his tomahawk.

“Righto, Pikey boy,” Neiko said with a salute and knocking out a two Crackedskulls as she broke through and headed to Eagle Claw’s house which was in the center of the territory.

The house was on fire, and Eagle Claw and his family were screaming as the flames got dangerously close to them; they were tied up and lying in the floor.

“Neiko, call for help. You can’t do this alone!” Eagle Claw screamed from within as he wriggled.

Neiko looked and saw that they were fairly close to the entrance, and she saw a way to get to them. There wasn’t much time. If she left to get help, they would be dead in a few minutes.

A few burns and some soot on my skin is a small price to pay for helping out a comrade. I’ll just take another shower, she thought as she balled her fists and swung her arms like she was preparing for a long jump as she psyched herself up for what she was about to do.

She put her dagger in its sheath, took a deep breath to prepare for the risky operation, and ran into the burning house. She jumped over and ran around the flames. She crouched low to stay below the smoke and hot, toxic gases overhead. She made it to them and freed them from their bonds, leading them to safety as they dodged falling pieces of the smoldering roof. All of them heard the roof beginning to crackle and sag. They jumped out of the door, and the roof caved in just behind them, sending embers and sparks flying. They scrambled off the covered front porch before it decided to crash down upon them too.

“Well, at least you’re safe–but, I’m not so sure about your house,” said Neiko, helping them to their feet and brushing off the ashes and soot from her clothes, hair, and skin. The black grime seemed to smear and mix with her sweat and war paint.

“Never mind the house. I’m glad you came because that could’ve been us in there!” Eagle Claw said trembling at his close call. “I am certainly glad you didn’t listen to me and were stubborn just like always,” he added with a good-natured and grateful smile.

Neiko looked around as more Crackedskulls came out of the woods, closing in on them. “Oh great. This is nice,” she grumbled as she saw one hundred armed Crackedskulls with Karo, the General and supreme commander of the ground force in the lead. “Don’t look now—we’re not outa the woods yet. I think this situation just got a whole lot worse,” Neiko said gripping her quarterstaff tightly with both hands.

Eagle Claw looked around as the Crackedskulls closed in.

Eagle Claw’s wife began to panic and gather her young kids around her like a mother hen as the older ones prepared to fight regardless if they are only armed with fists and courage.

Deatheagle, the high commander of the Winged Warriors, and his two subordinate commanders surrounded them in the back.

 

“Well, well. I expected to find you here, Neiko. You are so brave and heroic that you are predictable. Well, the trap worked. Get them,” Karo said with fiendish and conquering grin.

“What do we do with them, sir?” asked one Crackedskull.

“Take Neiko to Prince Bloodhawk. But, as for these other rats, take them away and kill them like we intended to do in the first place,” Karo ordered.

“I don’t think so, stinkweed!” said Pike with an insulting jeer that was just like he also said “Surprise!”.

He had two hundred Indians behind him with their bows drawn and clubs raised. They fired on the Crackedskulls further from the apprehended hostages and wounded thirty-five. The Indians came from behind them, and the ground-force Crackedskulls were surrounded. The winged warriors flew away, and some of the infantry retreated. They then closed in and knocked out all the Crackedskulls that remained except for Karo.

“All right, pig dung, you go tell Raven if he tries another cheap trick like this again, then we will visit it back on him one thousand fold. Get outa here before we change our mind,” Pike menaced as he thrust his spear at the general, and Karo ran off. The Indians raised their weapons in triumph as they shouted and trilled their voices in victory calls. To everyone’s surprise this battle was over just as quickly as it started. Raven must be getting sloppy.

“Everyone, let’s return home. We will celebrate this victory tomorrow night!” said Xartna, and everyone chanted as they left. The Mohicans and Sparras left with the other tribes so that they could find a place to stay the night and begin the preparations for rebuilding.

 

Neiko returned home late that night and went to her front door. She took her dirty tennis shoes off. The wood of her new front deck felt good to her tired feet. “Ohhh, that shower is calling my name and will feel sooo good,” she said closing her eyes and craning her head to stretch her neck and thinking about that hot, steamy water hitting against her tired muscles. She was glad she specifically asked for a massaging showerhead for her shower when the Tribes built her house.

She dug around in her pocket for the key. She had to get into the house first before she could get into that shower. She finally found the key, but then she dropped it on the mat.

“Aww, darn it!” Neiko grumbled as she bent over to pick it up with a grunt.

“Nice evening, isn’t it?” came a familiar voice from behind her.

Neiko looked around, and Francesco was standing on her porch, smirking.

“Why are you here and what are you so happy about? We kicked your butts so bad tonight,” Neiko said with cynical tone and a sideways grin. “Go away. You’re not wanted. If you’re still here after I get outa that shower, then your carcass is toast,” she said with an ominous tone. She was tired and cranky and totally not in the mood for his antics or whatever messed-up scheme he was cooking up or whatever his purpose was for being here.

“I wouldn’t be so satisfied about that victory tonight. And you are still painted for war–how nice. This will be the last battle you will win against us because you won’t be here any longer,” Francesco said still smirking. The smirk became more dark and sinister by the second. “Second of all you’re shower will have to wait—permanently. You won’t be enjoying another hot shower ever again where you’re going. You’ll have plenty of the ‘hot’ part.”

Neiko looked at him like he was mad. “What is that supposed to mean? What are you gonna do–kill me?” she asked with a sarcastic snort. “They probably have showers in heaven, but where you’re going they don’t.You’ll stink like rotten eggs, burning sulfur, and soot in hell,” she shot back. “In about two seconds I’ll send you on your one way ticket if you don’t beat it.”

Francesco snorted and grinned like he had become Satan himself. “No. Remember when I said I would get you back for my humiliation and your sorrows would be one hundred fold? Here is that moment—your time has now come, Admiral. Don’t tell me you honestly think you’re that self righteous.”

Neiko burst out laughing. “Just you being here makes me sorrowful,” she slandered. “Why are you here anyway? I could beat you up with one hand tied behind my back! I’m not self righteous at all for your information. I think Karo and Deatheagle have more honor than a traitorous scum like you any day. Since you won’t get lost, let’s have at it—mano y mano,” she said dropping her key back into her pocket and putting up her fists like she was in the mixed martial arts octagon.

Francesco looked at her like she was nothing more than a Neanderthal that solved everything by hitting it with a club. “I’m not here to fight you! I’ll let you figure this out on your own. And there is no way back,” Francesco said as he pulled out a green crystal from his pocket. “It will be the same for you as it was for them…”

Neiko looked at it with surprise and raised her right eyebrow quizzically that asked “Hey, neat—what’s that?”. “Oh, are you gonna frame me like last time? Ha! That won’t fly this go ’round. And what do you mean there’s no way back…and who is the ‘them’ you’re talking about? What kind of new toy is that anyway?”

Francesco said nothing as he rubbed the crystal. It began to glow. He mumbled chants, and it glowed brighter and brighter. Then he thrust his hands up and waved the crystal toward her. A green light surrounded her, and she disappeared.

 

 

aktaylor_zps686ba214About the Author

A.K. Taylor grew up in the backwoods of Georgia where she learned about nature. She enjoys hunting and fishing, beekeeping, gardening, archery, shooting, hiking, and has various collections. She also has interest in music, Native American history and heritage, Egyptian history, and the natural sciences. A.K. Taylor has been writing and drawing since the age of 16. A.K. Taylor has graduated from the University of Georgia with a biology degree, and she shares an interest in herpetology with her husband.

 

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American Book Awards Program

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The American Book Awards Program is not associated with any industry group or trade organization. The American Book Awards offer no cash prize nor do they require any financial commitments from the authors or their publishers. The Award winners are nominated and selected by a panel of writers, editors, and publishers who also represent the diversity of American literary culture.

Submissions

There are no application forms, fees, or any other restrictions for submissions, nominations, or recommendations to the panel. The book is what matters, not the procedure. The only requirement is that two copies of the book must be mailed to the Before Columbus Foundation by December 31st for consideration for the following year’s Awards. Anyone may make a submission (it does not have to be the publisher). There is no limit on the number of titles that may be submitted. All genres are accepted (including anthologies, children’s books, and multimedia). You may include reviews, publicity, or other informational material with your submission if you wish.

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The Boy With Words

bookblitz bannerboy with words cover FINAL SIZEDFive Seven Five

By C.E. Wilson

Genre: Young Adult Fantasy

Book Description

Take only what can be used. Take only what won’t be missed. The Creators are watching all of us.

White Frost lives in a world cloaked in darkness and ignorance. While most people in her society are content to live in fearful peace, White’s cousin brings her words from the mysterious Unknown. Strange collections of written words that tease her that there may be more to the world than candlelight and dank hallways.

But when tragedy strikes, White can no longer rely on the words to give her solace. She must discover what lies beyond the only world she’s ever known… no matter the cost.

Eventually, White finds her way to the skies and there she discovers that the tantalizing clues of her words are only pale reflections of the massive and wondrous world above. Colors she never thought possible. Blinding light. And an impossible being who may or may not be the Creator of it all.

But this information comes at a price White Frost is not sure she can pay.

White’s hunger for knowledge proves to be her greatest strength and weakness as she strives to learn more. But as she learns, she has to wonder – is there such a thing as too much information? And what will happen as it brings her closer to a being who could destroy everything she’s ever known?

Find out in Five Seven Five, the first book in a two part series entitled The Boy with Words.

 

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C.E. Wilson is currently living in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania with her husband, beautiful daughter, chubby beagle and two cats. They are all the loves of her life. When she’s not writing Young Adult novels, she enjoys writing short stories on DeviantArt. She loves to read and write anything involving giants and little people (also known as G/t) and she can’t decide what she loves more: horror movies or shoujo manga. She has a bachelor’s degree in English Education so she has a soft spot for older literature authors including John Milton, William Shakespeare, and stories such as Paradise Lost and Beowolf. On a side note, nothing helps her to write more than drinking good coffee loaded with lots of cream and watching The Twilight Zone.
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Eleven Essential Tools for Bringing Your Story to Life

unnamed“A fresh new take on the subtleties of writing great fiction. Mike Klaassen’s guide should be on every fiction writer’s shelf.” -Evan Marshall, author of The Marshall Plan® for Novel Writing

“I like Mike Klaassen’s Fiction Writing Modes a lot. It’s a damn good book.” -James N. Frey, Author of How to Write a Damn Good Novel

“One of the most definitive, well-researched approaches to writing fiction that I’ve ever read. Mike Klaassen has the essential desk reference for fiction writers. Stop what you’re writing; read this book, and get ready to apply his eleven modes before you get back to your manuscript. This book will reinvent your writing.” -James V. Smith, Jr., author of the best-selling You Can Write a Novel.

“Mike Klaassen has taken a creative and original approach in his book about using eleven modes to write stories that communicate effectively with readers. I’ve never seen this approach to storytelling covered anywhere else, and I can see just how practical and helpful it can be to new writers and advanced writers alike.” -Gloria Kempton, author of Dialogue: Techniques and exercises for crafting effective dialogue (Write Great Fiction Series)

“If you’re looking for the tools that will help you create credible, excellent fiction, look no further. Mike’s guide to writing fiction is your light at the end of the tunnel. Stop saying ‘I wish I could write a book’ and just do it! With Mike’s help, you are sure to get there.” -Michael Levin, New York Times best-selling author and CEO of BusinessGhost

“Mike Klaassen has created a valuable addition to the working writer’s library with his innovative book, Fiction-Writing Modes. In it, Klaassen goes beyond most craft books in that he’s not only identified eleven writing modes–several of which will be new to readers–but also defines them thoroughly and illustrates how writers can use them to create effective fiction. Highly recommended.” -Les Edgerton, Author of Finding Your Voice, Hooked and a number of novels and nonfiction works

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Author Mike Klaassen publishes “For Fiction Writers,” a free monthly e-zine.

 

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BOOKS BY MIKE

Cracks and The Brute are available in paperback through bookstores everywhere, and they are in stock at Watermark Books in Wichita. Kindle Editions are available through Amazon. Barnes & Noble offers a Nook edition.

 

Five juvenile delinquents on a rampage in the Ozarks of Arkansas. Caves, earthquakes, drugs, wild hogs, knives, murder, and more trouble than anyone should find.

Cracks

by Mike Klaassen by Abbott Press
Kindle Edition ~ Release Date: 2014-05-14

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A sixteen-year-old goes on a Boy Scout campout in the Flint Hills of Kansas. A tornado strikes their campsite — and then the action begins.

The Brute

by Mike Klaassen by Abbott Press
Kindle Edition ~ Release Date: 2015-01-13

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ABOUT MIKE
Mike Klaassen is the author of two young-adult novels: The Brute and Cracks. He has also written numerous articles about the craft of writing fiction. In addition to young-adult novels, his current projects include a novel set during the War of 1812 and three nonfiction books about the craft of writing fiction.
You can learn more about Mike and his novels at www.mikeklaassen.com
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