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Book Tour: Isaac Comett
Book Tour: Isaac Comett
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Isaac Comett: My Life as a Shard Knight by R.T. Driver Genre: YA SciFi Fantasy It’s 2003, and the coldest of seasons has arrived, filled with monsters, robots and dead beat dads. Isaac believed his only job was to blow off homework, play video games and get a date with his crush, the cunning local…
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To anyone who downloaded Book 1 yesterday, I’m sor-happy? I accidentally updated it with Book 2′s manuscript (missing bonus content). The fix should be ready in about an hour. If you did, private message me and I’ll send you the correct manuscript.
Laundry…someone get me a pneumonia and paper!…
LOL I meant pen but that was too funny to correct xD
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Book Preview! Chapter 3 Sneak Peek
So...Isaac and Co are safe, they saved June from near death, and of course have crazy alien powers. Now answer me honestly (and please, feel free to comment), if you had superhuman abilities, would you go with Emma’s advice and keep them a secret, or flaunt them to the world?
"Not a word."
Those were Emma's orders, and we stuck to them, even when the police arrived. The sun sunk deeper and deeper under the trees as she explained to them how two burglars had come into their apartment and ransacked the place. The reason the bathroom was the only place without damage was "obviously" because June had hid there. When asked if anything was stolen, she said yes.
"My peace and security."
Mr. Farnell arrived just before I was about to take off. June's dad tossed his stub of a cigarette on the ground before he came up to us. The gray headed man immediately started conversing with the police, looking to get as many details as he could to report to the insurance company.
"Your daughter is lucky. By the looks of things, they were a violent bunch. She could have been hurt." said an officer.
"She's got my blood in her. She's a tough one." he said with a yellow toothed smirk. June winced after he gave her a small jab in the arm.
"No. Stop. Don't smother me too much, pops." she grumbled.
"It was a good thing that her friends were nearby too." said the policeman. "Did any of you happen to see what the vandals looked like? Or perhaps just anyone suspicious?"
The three of us tripped over our words until Fiora spoke up. "They were big! Oh! And black."
"It's always a black guy isn't it?" I murmured. As pathetic as it was, it was a safe enough story. The city was known to have its share of thick headed idiots that would believe such a vague description. Most of them law enforcement.
"Usually is." said officer bigot. "How many of them?"
"It was hard to say, so much was going on with the noise and the crying." continued Emma.
"A group of large African American men. Got it." He jotted down the vague, unsettling details. "This place is becoming a little too urban if you ask me."
With my arms folded, I tilted my head and shot the law enforcer a hard glare. He looked up from his notepad, at last realizing who his audience was. He cleared his throat and went back to his car. At least he wasn't too ignorant to not know when to leave.
Mr. Farnell pulled June aside. As she explained her side of the story in full to him, the four of us sat around the lone tree in the front yard. I couldn't speak for them, but I felt like I was ready to fall on my face.
"So what do we do about this?" I asked. "We have these powers but have no idea how long they'll last of where they came from."
"All I can say is that I'll be sleeping with the lights on tonight, dude." said Austin from under his green hood.
"We can talk about it in the morning." said Emma. "For now let's just go home before we get into any more trouble, and have your phones close in case any more of those things show up."
Home. It was the place I had completely forgotten about. My day's original plans all came flooding back into my mind. With a yelp I shot up from my seat. I checked my watch, but it was completely busted from the fight.
"What time is it?!" I asked.
Emma took out her phone. "Four thirty."
I didn't wait for any of them to say anything. With Memorite speed I blitzed it back home to beg my brother not to tell Mom I blew it again.
Extra Post: Chapter 1 Preview #2
When we last left off, Isaac and his friends Fiora and Emma were on their way to school after some much loathed Role Play. But you know, life is short. Is it wrong to not be a goody-goody all the time?
Mantlestown was one of those New England spots where the weather changed every five minutes. When we had wrapped up Fiora's game it was a comfortable fifty degrees, but once we had left the Founder's Arms Apartments and were on the busy main street, the clouds had rolled in and the temperature took a nose dive. The once lifeless wind decided to rear its ugly head and slap off whatever orange and red leafs that clung to the gray trees. They flew in a sharp spiral towards our chapped faces.
"This is stupid." I said. My mom had left a hat by the door for me. I wished I took it.
"If we had left earlier we'd be closer to the school." said Emma. "Sadly, you chose to side with my brilliant sister and stomp and pout your way out of the neighborhood."
"Em, I think you're the only person in the school who cares about making it to science class on time. It's not even real science. There are no lasers, no exploding or noxious chemicals. It's just junky microscopes and slides with pieces of dead plants on them." said Fiora. She wasn't far off either. The only thing wonkier than the dollar store gear was Ms. Arison's Einstein hair.
Our brainy friend's brown riding boots stopped in their tracks. She brought one hand to her mouth and gasped. "Oh no!" she said.
"Oh no?" asked Fiora. "You're just realizing everything I said was true?"
"No derp-face! I just remembered I promised to help Ms. Arison set up for Lab. What time is it?"
Before she could pull her phone out of her coat pocket, I had already rolled up my sleeve. "Ten minutes until the first bell."
"Ten minutes?!" she yelled.
Fiora touched her shoulder. "Relax, it's just until the warning bell. That doesn't mean anything as long as you're in your seat by the second one."
Her words were met with a scowl and a shove. Before I could try to add any dose of comfort, she had already blitzed down the street. Fiora and I did our best to follow, but nothing could keep up with her crazed dash, especially me.
I matched Fiora's speed, but then my wonderful little handicap kicked in. It instantly felt as if someone had tightened a ribbon around my lungs. Breathing got harder and harder until I had fallen way behind. Emma and Fiora were about a block away before they realized I wasn't there. I must have looked like the biggest loser in the world leaning on that stop sign. My disease had halted me.
I dropped my backpack without any care for the binders and CD player inside it. With my face red and sweat pouring from my forehead, I dug through all my junk until I found my inhaler. With relief in sight I tossed off the cap to the mouthpiece and took two puffs of sweet albuterol. Within seconds the asthma attack ended, and I coughed away the remaining pressure.
"Fuzzy, are you okay?" asked Fiora.
"I'll live."
I hated feeling weak, even though I had to deal with my asthma ever since I was a child. Whenever it kicked in during gym, which was inevitable, I would try to power through the exercise as if nothing had happened. Sometimes I'd even fool the teachers. It was a crappy thing to have, and if you do, you know what I mean when I say it puts a target on you for people's pity stares.
Fiora turned to Emma and pouted. "This is your fault, you know."
"I didn't make Isaac run." she defended.
"If you didn't want us to go together, then why turn around for me?" I said.
Emma folded her arms and looked at the clouds. "If you don't get to school in time, I get in trouble. I'm the responsible one, remember?"
"The snotty one." said Fiora.
I threw the papers that didn't blow away, including my inhaler, back into my backpack and stood straight. One more cough reset my chest. "C'mon, enough arguing. We got pointless lectures to sit through."
The three of us marched along the busy route one strip. Cars and buses passed us by, as if they were mocking us for our lack of wheels. Our homes were just close enough from our daily prison to make us fall out of the school bus range, and our parents were just and trusting enough to allow us to walk. Our complaining eventually got us to the town center without too much wind knocked out of us, and a few minutes to spare.
The trip went silent for a while as we scurried over busy crosswalks. It was the quiet that allowed my brain to wander to the fact that I would only make that trip a few more times in my life. We were halfway done with eighth grade, and that meant all of us were going to be scattered; Myself to Duncan Powell High on the opposite side of town, Emma locked up in Ladyfair Academy, and Fiora most likely abducted by aliens (which is a little ironic considering things). It was a year of so much finality, and its melancholy essence was reflected in the gray sky and broken traffic light we eventually got stuck at. Our lasts were ending, but it was time to stop talking about firsts and actually do some of them.
"I'm not going." I said.
The technician at the control box got the light to work.
"Not going where?" asked Emma.
"School. Not today, guys."
Emma's jaw dropped and the color left her face, but a bright, crooked toothed smile made Fiora look like a spring flower promised rain. Part of me couldn't believe what I was saying.
"Tell me you're joking." said Emma.
"Tell me you're not." said Fiora. She happily skipped up to me and cupped both of my hands.
The edge of my lips curled up. "I'm not. We have about six months left of this dumb place. What's one day off?"
Other kids gathered at the crosswalk, looked both ways, and went across the street. Some of them turned and looked at my flared up friend. "One day off? Isaac, you'll get in huge trouble with the teachers! They'll call your mom, you'll fail any pop quizzes, and you may even get a detention the next day. Does that sound like a good idea to you?"
"I'm already on Mom's blacklist, Em. I forgot to pick up my brother from school last week, so she reset the password on the computer. There isn't much else she can take away." I said.
"Unless she decides to go snippy-snippy on your flowing locks, Fuzzy." said Fiora. She tugged at one of my long, tight curls. The strand she picked stretched past my shoulder and onto my upper back.
"She loves them more than I do, I think."
"Enough." said Emma with a stomp. "I've tried to be nice and help you, but if you guys want to wreck your lives, go right ahead. I got things to learn."
Emma followed the next wave of kids across the street. She didn't look over her shoulder once as she crossed the grassy green island dividing the road. She didn't even turn when Fiora audibly mimicked her again. Two guys carrying a tarp for the evening's art fair walked in front of our view. Once they cleared, Em was gone.
"Well, we're truants now." I said.
"Complete felons." said Fiora.
"Wanna get a donut?" I asked.
"Sure."
