Ever have one of those weeks?
Of course you have, otherwise you’d be an alien having one of those wezfibitzs. Whatever that is. But, as a result of having one of those weeks, I am totally brain dead, though I am not discounting alien abduction, but that’s a totally different blog entirely. So unfortunately, I have nothing for you this week. I hate wasting your time. Maybe, I can make amends by sharing a snippet from my latest release. Oh by the way, I forgot entirely that it came out earlier this month. How’s that for one of those weeks, or months, if I want to be perfectly honest with you.
So, here’s a tid bit from my first Young Adult novel, ‘Scrolls of Eternity: Rebirth’. Next week, I promise something cool, like an interview with my muse for this book. The real Patrick Michael Hughes himself. Well, you know unless he’s off saving the world or something.
Scrolls of Eternity
By J. Morgan
Desert Breeze Publishing
Patrick Hughes’ idea of field trips didn’t include armed robbers and Egyptian gods, but that’s just what he got. Accidently assuming the mantle of Horus, the Egyptian God of War, he is about to take Superhero 101 for extra credit. With the help of his substitute history teacher, who just so happens to be Anubis God of the Dead, Patrick takes a crash course in what it takes to be a hero. Too bad time is running out. Sutekh the God of Chaos has his eye on taking over the world. Unless he gets the hang of being a superhero and quick, getting an F will be the least of Patrick’s worries. Will Patrick’s first test at being a superhero be his last, or will he become the hero he was born to be?
“Uh, I don’t know what you’re talking about?” He might not have been able to manage the running away, but the girlish squeak had come through loud and clear.
“Oh, please, let us not play these games.” Ubis leaned forward. “Do you think I came here simply through the auspices of serendipity? No, Hemsut placed us together.”
“Sorry, Mr. Ubis, but I have no idea what you’re hinting at, but I assure you that you’re barking up the wrong tree.” Patrick winced under the man’s gaze, as sweat pooled between his shoulder blades.
Mr. Ubis surprised him by laughing. “Barking up the wrong tree. How droll of you. Perhaps Hesmut has a grander sense of humor than I supposed.”
“Sir, I’m not trying to offend you or anything, but are you on crack?” Under normal circumstances, he might have been afraid to say something like that to a teacher, but as awkweird as this was, somebody needed to say it.
“No, but I can understand why you would think so. Your world has had much upheaval in these past few days. My peculiar grasp of your situation would only come as another shock to your system.” He placed his chin in the crook of his thumb. “As damaging as this might be to your already fragile psyche, the only way you will believe my intentions are, as they say, on the up and up, is to show you a harsh truth.”
That didn’t sound one bit of good to Patrick. Mr. Ubis was doing more than scaring him. He was freaking him the heck out! If this hadn’t been a school type setting, he might have been really worried. This probably had an innocent explanation, but danged if he could figure it out. Teachers never usually acted this screwed up in Patrick’s experience, not counting Mrs. Jackson’s breakdown when he and Galen caused a minor mustard gas scare during Chemistry last semester. He would have thought something like that usually waited until toward the end of school, and not on a teacher’s first day on the job. That’s why he found himself confused as all get out.
“Mr. Ubis, I’m not sure exactly what’s going on here, but maybe we should both go down to see the nice therapists.” He felt that was the nicest way possible he could insinuate that Mr. Ubis might be a Twinkie short of a twin pack without risking actually coming out and saying it.
“No, Mr. Hughes, that wouldn’t be prudent. I seriously doubt either one of us wishes them to learn we both harbor secrets that could endanger not only you but those you love.” Ubis crooked a finger into the air. “Before you attempt to run from the room, humor me for a few moments longer, then you may do as you see fit.”
Patrick nodded, because quite frankly he didn’t know what else to do.
An impossibly wide grin slashed the teacher’s face. Impossibly wide and it didn’t stop at his rosy cheeks either. The Joker lips split his face clear to his ears that had somehow gone all pointy and jacked up a good six inches above his receding hairline. Patrick blinked. It was either that or start drooling. No, Patrick decided blabbering might have been the better way to go. The transformation didn’t stop there. Mr. Ubis had become a dog! A big black one with glowing yellow eyes and skin so black it was like looking into the heart of a black hole.
Not that having his teacher turn into a doberman pincher from the neck up wasn’t weird enough on all its own, but a name popped into Patrick’s head. “Anubis?”
“Very good, Mr. Hughes, and I thought this would be more difficult.” Just as suddenly, Mr. Ubis’ head was back in human working order. “See, no lasting damage, and we avoided any further difficulties ascertaining my — or your — sanity. All in all, I think this is a positive step in the proper direction.”
“I still don’t understand.” He was shaking all over, not from fear, but true excitement. Finally, here were the answers that he’d been looking for. Sure, seeing him morph into Zeppo the Dog Faced Man had been freaky as all get out. It would have anyone. If his need to discover exactly what was going on hadn’t been stronger than his fear of awkweird, he wouldn’t have stayed in his seat.
“That is why I’m here. The winds of chaos are nearly upon us. Without you as its champion, this world will not survive the machinations of Sutekh.” Anubis narrowed his eyes, bringing his arched brows down into a bunched knot.
“That seems a like a lot of pressure on top of mid-terms coming right around the corner.” Patrick squirmed back in his seat. “Not that I don’t appreciate the fact Horus chose me, but isn’t there someone else that can, you know, suit up or whatever it is that happens?”
“Hesmut, the lord of fate, chose you to be Horus’ Knopic. Out of everyone on the face of the earth, only you can wield the power of the sky lord.” Mr. Ubis reached across the desk and tapped him on the chest. “That means in your youthful vernacular, you’re tagged.”
Here are some handy dandy buy links just in case the excerpt got your mouth to watering. Anubis if you’re reading this, no offense to you or Pavlov’s pooch.
Desert Breeze Publishing
Barnes and Noble