Some of you who have been following my adventures for a while may be wondering how I can possibly have the time to write two novels at a time this fall. Well, I'm happy to announce that I'm making the leap to full time author! I will no longer be teaching history at my school, although I am retaining just one creative writing course. I will always have a passion for bringing young people along in their writing endeavors, so teaching creative writing just three hours a week is an important thing for me to continue doing. Aside from that, I will be caring for my boys at home, writing, promoting, traveling, and speaking, and I think it's going to be wonderful! And yes, I do have time to write two novels.
Don't forget to mark your calendars for the release of The Scroll on October 17th! I've been finished with it for so long that I can hardly believe you all haven't read it yet! To whet your appetite, here's a little sneak peak:
Perry began to deal the cards, acting indifferent. “Hearts, everyone? Someone will need to be on a team.”
“I’ll team with Darcy,” Sam said. “I’m terrible at this game.”
Darcy felt a stab of annoyance. She was ultra-competitive at cards and hated being on a team with anyone. Still, she knew she shouldn’t be so uncharitable toward her best friend.
“You do this every year . . . by yourself?” Darcy asked as Perry continued to deal.
“Yep. Helps me to wind down.”
“You know what doesn’t help me to wind down?” Dean said, and his tone of voice caused them all to look up. Dean lifted his chin toward the window and stood.
Darcy looked out the window and followed suit so fast her chair skittered out behind her and fell over.
Colin Mackaby stood on the other side with his nose almost flattened against the screen. The light from the dining hall reflected eerily off his eyes and washed his face in a pale yellow light.
Sam gasped and backed all the way up to the wall, clutching at Darcy to keep upright.
Colin stared at them without moving, and then he smiled and turned to walk away.
“Oh no he doesn’t!” Perry threw his cards down and charged out of the wing and to the patio door. The sound of Perry smashing into the crash bar echoed in the dining hall. Dean was fast on Perry’s heels, and Darcy and Lewis followed, dragging Sam with them.
They caught up to Perry behind the lodge, just off the patio. He had Colin backed up against the side of the building, his forearm jammed beneath Colin’s chin and his other arm cocked out, fist ready.
“Stop!” Darcy threw her hands out and caught each of them with her magic, forcing them apart.
Perry stumbled backward, looking affronted, and Colin slid a few inches down the wall, never taking his eyes off Perry. He seemed unsurprised that Darcy could perform her magic at Cedar Cove now.
“You broke my sword!” Perry shouted at Colin. “And you tried to give Darcy to Tselloch. She should have let Liontari kill you, you worthless piece of—”
“Perry, stop it!” Darcy shoved him hard. “You’re not helping anything.”
“You should listen to her,” Colin said.
Perry made to lunge at Colin again, but Dean held him back.
“You have no idea what you’re dealing with,” Colin said. He looked at each of them in turn. “It amazes me, how in the dark Pateros keeps you.”
“If you know so much, why don’t you enlighten us?” Dean said.
“You don’t even know how a gateway is formed,” Colin said, continuing as though Dean hadn’t spoken.
“And I suppose you do?” Darcy asked, trying to keep her voice level.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?”
“Yeah, I would, actually.”
“Darcy,” Sam said. “I don’t think this is the best way to learn—”
Darcy shook her off. “We need to know, both for Alitheia and for here. If he knows how, maybe he can help us.”
“Why would he help us? He’s working with Tselloch. He’s obviously trying to help Tselloch take over this world as well as Alitheia,” Lewis said.
“He doesn’t know anything,” Dean said. “He just wants us to think he does.”
“Of course I do! I’m part of it.” Colin’s expression became manic. “I’m more a part of it than any of you ever will be. I’m destined to rule Alitheia, not Darcy, not any of you, I—”
“Colin, Tselloch fed me that lie, too—”
“It’s not a lie!” he screamed, and spit flew from his mouth.
“Darcy saved your life,” Sam said, speaking soothingly. “Twice. She’s trying to help you.”
“She’s trying to help herself.”
Darcy huffed and rolled her eyes. There didn’t seem to be any way of breaking through to him.
“You shouldn’t judge her,” Sam said, pointing at Colin.
“If I wanted advice from a dumb blonde, I would have asked for it.”
Perry broke free of Dean’s grip and punched Colin across the face. Colin’s head recoiled against the siding, then he ducked so Perry’s second fist struck the side of the building instead. He crouched, spun, and leapt onto Perry’s back before throwing an arm around Perry’s neck and bringing Perry to his knees with a chokehold. Dean leapt forward and grappled with Colin’s shoulders.
“Do something!” Sam shouted and grabbed Darcy’s arm.
“I can’t if you’re holding on to me like that!” Darcy wriggled out of Sam’s grasp.
“What’s going on out here?” an adult shouted across the grounds.
“Help, please!” Sam waved her arms.
A flashlight clicked on and two men ran their direction. “Boys, break it up! Boys!”
Perry shoved up with his legs and slammed Colin against the side of the building. Colin let out a sharp exhalation of pain, and Dean pried his arms off Perry’s neck and pinned them to his sides. Perry spun, coughing and gasping, and punched Colin across the face again.
“Stop, Perry.” Sam grabbed his wrist as he wound back again. “Dean’s got him. He’s done.”