Monday, November 10, 2014

The giveaway just got bigger!

Hello all,

      We are still hard at work on our sequel. And by hard at work, I mean staring at the pages and hoping that it edits itself.
       We are also developing a winning kickstarter strategy. Our campaign hinges on our loyal followers and their feedback about book one and hopes for book two. So we have decided to up the ante. Earlier, I said we would increase/improve on a giveaway, here it is: originally the winner of the video review would win 50$, now the first place winner will win 100$. Just say why you loved the Exemeus, why their should be a sequel, and why people should donate to the creation of the Azemeon. That's it. All Video's should be submitted to Fmorris(at) by Dec 9, 2014. On december 1st the rafflecopter will go up for anyone who submitted video to enter a giveaway just for participating. It is truly that simple.

         Attached is more of the Azemeon. Enjoy.
                      Chapter 2
Dephon tossed and turned in his sleep. His sadness was so heavy it felt like it was pressing down on his chest, making it impossible to breathe. Images of his mother assaulted his mind, the memories of her fighting Dubleton, the shocked expression on her face when she was betrayed. Dephon squeezed his eyes together, trying to keep the errant thoughts at bay… but he couldn’t. His least favorite memory of her came unbidden into his mind: beams of white light uniting and hitting his mother in the heart before she crashed lifeless to the ground.
Dephon sprung up into a seated position, nearly colliding with Jacqueline who was sitting on his bed.
“Uhhh, must you always do that?”
“I don’t know what you mean, but whatever I do, I do for a reason.”       
“Could’ve fooled me,” Dephon said, his eyes latching onto a glittering object swinging from her hand. “What’s that?” he asked, jutting out his chin at her balled up fist.
“I noticed you’ve been trying to sleep for the past 12 hours. It’s almost noon and you don’t look like you’ve slept a wink. What’s wrong?” she asked, ignoring his question entirely.
“Maybe I was creeped out by the thought of someone watching me sleep.”
Jacqueline smiled. “You’re amusing.  What’s the real reason that you can’t sleep? Valentina can’t seem to either. She’s tossing and turning too.”
“Do you spy on all of your house guests?”
“Only the ones whose minds I can’t read.”
Dephon nestled back against his pillow, his eyes roaming the ceiling. “What do you think about Valentina?”
“I can’t get any more of a read on her than I’ve got on you.”
“Then why did you let us stay here. We could be murderers, or assassins hired to kill you.”
Jacqueline burst into laughter, a melodious sound that put Dephon at ease.  “I would love to see you two try, but even with the debilitating fear of you slitting my throat while I sleep, I couldn’t turn you out onto the streets. And she seems hell bent on assisting you, so I viewed it as a package deal.”
“We are not a package. I don’t even know her. And “ Dephon added, leaning forward, just in case Valentina had magical hearing powers “she’s a little bit weird.”
“So are you. And you do seem to share a connection. You both suffer from restless sleep syndrome. What’s the problem? Dreaming about Hyalee?”
“Wait, you think I’m weird?”
Jacqueline waved her hand dismissively, the glittering object catching his attention once more.
“What is that?” Dephon asked again.
“An Azemeon.”
“Uh huh, of course. Never a name I know. What’s it for? It looks like a necklace.”
“It is more or less, and it’s for you.”
“A necklace, just what I always wanted. Too bad I forgot to pack anything that will match.”
“I’m sure you’ll manage,” she said as she gingerly placed the necklace around his neck.
“Why do I have to wear this,” Dephon asked reaching up to grab the sphere shaped pendant.
“Don’t touch i-“ Jacqueline’s words were cut off as the world was engulfed with darkness. Dephon felt his insides split into a million pieces swirling around until they all reconfigured in a blinding flash of light.
And then there was no more.
“Earth to Hyalee,” Virginia said waving her hands in my face. “Have you heard a word I said?”
“No, I’m so sorry,” I said, looki ng over my shoulder, “but I suddenly get the feeling we’re being watched.”
“Maybe the guy I pepper-sprayed is coming back for more,” Virginia said excitedly, beginning to dig through her purse.
“Stop. No more mace. I can’t believe you even did that, he was just a boy.”
“A creepy boy.”
“I thought he looked sweet.”
“We’ll have to agree to disagree. So, as I was saying, I was online and I saw an advertisement for the hobbit and you know who the lead looked like? David! That’s who he looks like, I couldn’t put my finger on it, but he looks like one of the trolls from those movies.”
“They’re not trolls they’re hobbits, hence the name The Hobbit.”
“Whatever, you know what I mean. Ooooohh fine guy, six o’clock.”
I rolled my eyes at Virginia’s short attention span, but I played along with her anyway. “My six or yours?”
  “Definitely yours,” a smooth Baritone voice said behind me. I turned around and stared up into the most arresting hazel eyes. Dimples winked at me from his cheeks. I’m pretty sure I had stopped breathing.
“I seem to be lost,” he said staring at me intently, “can you help me find my way to English lit; it’s in room,” he glanced at his schedule, “it’s in room 134. Do you know where that is?”
“She sure does,” Virginia said, volunteering my services.  
 “I hope I didn’t interrupt your conversation. I’d just hate to be the new kid who was always late.”
I glanced at the clock on my phone, “No, it’s fine. If you hadn’t come by, I would have been late for class. Again.”
“See,” Virginia said offering him her most endearing smile, “you just saved her from detention. Are you trying to be her superman?”
I gave Virginia a warning look as the boy laughed, an interesting sound that complimented the sparkle in his eyes. “I’ll do my best.”
“Well, let’s get going,” I said to him, “I’ll see you later, V,” I called over my shoulder.
“Call me later and tell me everything!”
I wished the floor would swallow me up. “She’s just kidding, really.”
He nodded indifferently, “Best friends don’t scare me. They normally just want to make sure I’m not the antichrist and that I keep them knee deep in swoon-worthy stories. How am I doing so far?”
I laughed, “Well, I don’t think you’re the antichrist.”
“What a relief: that was the part I was most worried about,” he said giving me that 100 watt smile. “So what’s your story?”
“My story?”
“Tell me about yourself. We can start with your name.”
I came to a halt in front of room 134. “There’s not much to tell really,” I said leaning against the wall. Facing me he did the same. He was so close the tips of our shoes were almost touching. I had to crane my neck to see his handsome face. I brushed a stray hair out of my face nervously.
“You don’t have a name? Your mother must have a hard time when she wants to call you for dinner.”
I smiled, “I’m Hyalee Smith, a senior here at Lowell High.” I shrugged unsure of how to proceed.
“Single, dating, married?”
“Married?” I laughed, “If I got married now, my mother would kill me before I even left the church.”
“That would cut costs if you plan your wedding and your funeral on the same day. The same preacher can preside over both ceremonies. I should market that.”
“Weddings and funerals in one, I don’t know if it will catch on.”
“I can sell anything; Evian to a drowning man.” His eyes roved over my face. “You never told me if you were single or not.”
“I’m definitely single,” I said, staring down at the tips of our shoes.
“Maybe we should change that, what are you doing after class?”
The bell rang.
Shoot, I was late again.
“Detention,” I said glumly. I pushed off the wall. “It was nice to meet you….?” I trailed off trying to remember his name, but realizing he had never given it to me.
“Dubleton. Dubleton Johnson.”
“I’ll see you around, Dubleton” I said, dashing down the hall.

I faintly heard him say, “You can count on it.”

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