Emma, is there a
message in your novel that you want readers to grasp?
I
want to empower young readers with the message, that if they seek the truth
(the Ancient Books in Keeper of Reign) they will find wisdom and answers to life's
problems. It doesn't mean the answers are going to come easy, but persistence
will pay off. So seek wisdom and it will help each person to live triumphantly;
in essence, to reign in life.
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Here are three short excerpts from Keeper of Reign:
Excerpt 1:
Jules said, “We need a plan. Let’s check what’s missing.” He
rushed to the hearth and pried the loose brick to the side. He reached his arm
deep and thought he felt the soft nap of the pouch but then he jerked his hand
back out and sucked on his finger.” Ouch!”
Ralston said, “We can’t afford to lose your pouch—maybe the only
way to buy things if we have to look for Mom or Dad.”
Jules glared at him.
Ralston said, “What’s wrong?”
Jules reached back into the hole, this time less enthusiastically.
“Something sharp.” When he pulled it out he stared at the shard of glass in his
hand. “Hold this, Rals.”
Ralston held the sharp edge gingerly. “Is it yours?”
“Would I put something sharp like that to cut myself up?” Jules
then brought out his pouch, and sighed. He gave its contents a quick peek and
slipped the soft pouch into his cloak pocket.
“It’s a good thing the burglars missed that,” Ralston said.
“Should we toss this?” He passed the shard to Jules who turned it over.
“Some words here.” He read, “‘—ook within.’ What’s that mean?”
Excerpt 2
A blood-curdling
scream pierced through the cold evening air and all five children jerked and
stared at each other. The scream appeared to have come from the dark forest.
Was someone in trouble? Or was it just some- one trying to scare them?
“Wh-–at was
that?” Bitha grabbed Tippy’s hand and tugged at her, but the little girl, her
face indignant, squirmed and pulled away.
“No–o!” A series
of ear splitting protests came from Tippy and she shook her head vigorously.
Her eyes, the rims red, locked with Jules. “I want the gem! It’s mine!”
Arms on her
hips, Tst Tst said, in a sinister whisper, “If we don’t leave now, Gehzurolle
will kill us!”
Tippy slumped
her shoulders, let out a sob and opened her mouth as if wanting to protest but at
the last minute she only stepped aside. “All wight!”
“We’ll give the
stone another try. Ralston, you wedge it with that stick and I’ll pull.” Jules
glanced at the sky and thought he saw a dark blob in the blue far away. Must
get away quickly. The meadow is too bare for a good hiding spot.
Nausea swelled
up from the pit of his stomach and a shiver crept up his back. The last time he
had such a feeling was right before his grandpa left on that trip. “Rals,
hurry! Pull!”
Excerpt 3:
In the yonder
forest, perched on a cypress, Whisperer watched the group with what could
qualify as disappointment on his crooked face with his crooked lips. His
efforts had failed. This sort of fowl tactics worked umpteen times before when
his master ordered him on some mission.
Now he
considered other prongs of attacks. The ifs and what-ifs, the whisperings, he
could float in the wind. Whisperings that wafted down and instilled fear to all
who heard him. This was one assignment he could not afford to blunder. Too much
was at stake.
He debated over
his options, his heavily lidded eyes darting from tree to tree. For a second he
determined to strike the bumbling boy again, but he decided against this. He
would wait for Beta and re-evaluate the problem with the latest update.
Whisperer pursed
his crooked lips, his breath a gray tube of smoke that swirled toward its goal:
the clouds. First softly, then more intensely, he blew. But his gaze never
wavered from the struggling, lanky lad with his sister on his back.
Beta had better
find that Book, or he would find a suitable punishment for the servant.
About the Author:
Emma
Right is a happy wife and homeschool mother of five living in the Pacific West
Coast of the USA. Besides running a busy home, and looking after their five
pets, which includes two cats, two bunnies and a Long-haired dachshund, she
also writes stories for her children. She loves the Lord and His Word deeply,
and when she doesn't have her nose in a book, she is telling her kids to get
theirs in one.
Emma
worked as a copywriter for two major advertising agencies and won several
awards, including the prestigious Clio Award for her ads, before she settled
down to have children.
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