tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91925898287847694982024-03-19T00:46:32.489-04:00The Poet's FireThoughts from a traveler, writer, and teacher...Chris Manninohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05931725234971735017noreply@blogger.comBlogger194125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192589828784769498.post-64724214970940205682015-12-21T09:17:00.003-05:002015-12-21T09:17:49.436-05:00The Poet's Fire is MOVINGFor four yeas I've shared travel experiences, writing advice, musings, and other thoughts here on Blogger. Thank you to all of those who've visited, commented, followed, and enjoyed these posts.<br />
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Now, The Poet's Fire blog is MOVING permanently to the blog page on my website.<br />
For future posts, please visit: <a href="http://www.christophermannino.com/blog">http://www.christophermannino.com/blog</a>Chris Manninohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05931725234971735017noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192589828784769498.post-61638118888251064382015-12-18T09:58:00.000-05:002015-12-18T09:58:24.209-05:00School of Deaths is FREE<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Chris Manninohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05931725234971735017noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192589828784769498.post-38398932170988043312015-12-15T07:00:00.000-05:002015-12-15T07:00:09.668-05:00Fantasy SupervillainAs a speculative fiction writer, I'm always looking for new and interesting creatures. Often villains and magicians in fantasy have special abilities, things they do that are beyond normal,and might be terrifying.<br />
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Imagine, for instance, a creature with visual omnipresence. Omnipresence means that you can exist everywhere at once, able to see and witness <i>everyone</i> and <i>everything</i>. Unlike an <i>omnipotent</i> character, who <i>knows</i> everything, an omnipresent character would be able to <i>see</i> everything themselves. It'd be impossible to keep any secrets from this godlike ability, because everywhere you go, whether sleeping or awake, the character's there, <i>watching</i>. Imagine for example, Sauron with visual omnipresence- he takes one look at the Ring- book's over in chapter one. Same thing with Voldemort, President Snow, Darth Vader- you get the idea. Even in history this idea is terrifying. Want D-Day or the next drone strike to be a secret? What if the villain sees everything all the time? In nearly all fiction, the protagonists do things the villains aren't aware of. Crafting a story around this feat is daunting.</div>
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Let's make this supervillain more three-dimensional. As of now, he just has a superpower, albeit an impressive one. Imagine the villain also has a supernatural means of transportation. While he's still able to see everything anywhere, he can't actually get to places without traveling. We won't let him fly directly, that's too Marvel Universe for us, so instead we give him a flying car. Yes, he can hop on a flying car and travel rapidly to any location in the world. How fast? Let's assume he can get anywhere he wants within a single night, even making multiple stops. Scared yet? This character can see everything, and now get anywhere within one night. It's like having a TARDIS with the viewfinder always switched on.</div>
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The guy's still not interesting enough, though. Let's give him some minions. All villains have them. This character's got dozens of them- all enslaved to his will. They do whatever he says all year round, making anything he asks for. Yeah, now we're cooking, a character with visual omnipresence, able to travel anywhere within a night, who has a horde of servants.</div>
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Now we need to stop focusing on the evil/supernatural aspects and give our character some personality. President Snow and his blood breath and love of roses, Darth Vader's persistent asthma and respirator- that sort of thing. Hmmm... well, let's start by making the character fat. Too many villains are really thin and gaunt. It seems the skeletal look usually frightens people, so let's make our character as chubby as possible. In fact, give him nice red cheeks, almost comical looking. </div>
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Let's also give him a backstory. Maybe he used to be a farmer. Yes, he was a farmer long ago, before things went terribly wrong. His mother used to say "Plant, plant, plant! Plough, plough plough!" He's never forgotten the last thing his mother demanded, asking him to hoe the fields, right before the accident. To this day, the guilt around her final words consumes him, and he can't stop repeating them. </div>
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I have been asked many times how I write, but haven't yet taken the time to explore the issue in the blog. I begin any story with a situation, a scenario similar to the blurb you'd read on the back of a novel. I have a journal with about twenty future book ideas, scenarios I've thought about and would like to expand on. I add to the list frequently, adding two new scenarios just this past week.</div>
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<i>Scenario: Kid trains to be a Grim Reaper at a school where students learn how to reap souls. Reaping is a job, just like any other. Tensions exist at the school between Dragons- the original Reapers- and the Deaths, who now Reap. At end, kid must pass a test to go home.</i></div>
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The scenario will look something like the above, with no details fleshed out, and not much more clear. I then daydream about what will happen, and in this period, the most abstract creation occurs. As part of this stage, I develop what I call an "image outline." I develop a set of specific pictures, frozen images that I know are somehow related to my story, but I don't yet know how or even what order they'll occur in. </div>
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I'm currently reading Ransom Riggs' novel <i>Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children. </i>The book combines authentic old photographs with an odd story about a boy traveling to a remote island off of Wales. I've read that Riggs collected tons of actual photographs and used them to inspire a storyline, which now spans multiple books as well as an upcoming film. </div>
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I originally developed my inspiration for <i><a href="http://www.christophermannino.com/" target="_blank">The Scythe Wielder's Secret</a></i> (and <i>School of Deaths </i>in particular) from a trip I took to Tintagel. The original blog post from my trip can be found <a href="http://poetsfire.blogspot.com/2011/10/travel-to-tintagel.html#.VmdHOuMrKRs" target="_blank">here</a>. While I didn't have actual photographs to ply through or inspire me, I began to envision certain pictures in my head. Images I wanted to include in the novel.</div>
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<i>Note: all prints below are by artist Jenn Eldreth and are available for purchase. Click on the pictures for more detail or to read a quote from the books about each.</i></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">The Library I envisioned was partially inspired by the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Duke_Humfrey%27s_Library" target="_blank">Duke Humfrey's Library Room</a> in Oxford. This is the oldest reading room in the Bodelian and the college as a whole, and was a place I worked on the earliest drafts of <i>School of Deaths</i>. Admittedly, it's also where the library scenes in the Harry Potter films were filmed. I tried to differentiate from the Potter library by adding glowing flower lights and dozens of massive old stones. </span></td></tr>
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For the first time, the world was introduced to a six-year-old-boy and his best friend. I was five and a half when this strip was released. I'm fairly certain I didn't notice it the first time it came out, or even when it first appeared in our local paper. Yet, within a year or so, Watterson and his creation had become a part of my daily routine, and they'd go on to have a profound impact on my life. The story lines are one of the reasons I became a professional storyteller (both as a novelist, <i>and</i> a theatre director).<br />
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For ten years, <i>Calvin and Hobbes</i> delighted readers, but it did far more to me, <i>Calvin and Hobbes </i>was an inspiration every day. I would rush downstairs and look for the paper, just so I could read the strip. Calvin and Hobbes was the first thing I read every day. I was roughly the age of Calvin, and of all the characters I've encountered I've never identified so completely with anyone as with him. I was a very lonely child, and spent hours meandering in circles, telling my parents I need time to "imagine." Daydreaming was a 24/7 occupation. Whether in school, at home, or just about any other time, I'd find myself lost in outer space, fighting dinosaurs, or building transmogrifiers. It was at this same time that I discovered books, and my world opened up. It's no wonder that Pratchett, Asimov, Tolkien, Lewis, and Clark became the worlds I devoured. Speculative fiction mirrored my love of imagination and creativity, my incessant and unending daydreams: the way I saw the world.<br />
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In many ways, I <i>was</i> Calvin. To be honest, perhaps I still am. The imaginary best friends running around in my head have found their way onto the page, as well as onto the stages I direct. A student today asked me to draw a groundplan for our upcoming production of A Midsummer Night's Dream. It took me fifteen minutes to draw a complete groundplan. She stared- and said how'd you know what to do so fast? It's there in my head. Same with books- they just pop out.<br />
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On a deeper level, I think Watterson first taught me the craft of storytelling, albeit on a subconscious level. At first glance, the comic strips might seem silly or banal, but there are deeper, underlying story lines and themes. Calvin is both idiotic, small minded, and altogether brilliant. Hobbes can be a pacifist, and environmentalist, or a would-be romantic, depending on the arc.<br />
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In middle school, we were asked to write letters to one person we admired. A lot of people wrote to the President, or to movie stars. I sent a letter to Bill Watterson. His secretary wrote back, or sent a form letter, but to me, he was the hero I admired most.<br />
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To this date, I logged on the computer and noticed my avatar is Calvin. There's a Calvin and Hobbes poster, advertising one of the collections, that I swiped from my job at Borders, hanging on the wall beside me. When I'm feeling down, I still pull out a Calvin and Hobbes strip to cheer me up.<br />
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And of course, Watterson's also admired for never selling out. It wasn't about the money. He never let people make bad movies or tacky merchandise (merch you see is illegal). He was about the art, and the imagination. I'm not sure Bill Watterson knows I exist, or has any idea how much he impacted me, but someday I imagine him looking at one of my books, and saying- I helped inspire this.<br />
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<br />Chris Manninohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05931725234971735017noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192589828784769498.post-53034592231032889042015-10-11T15:13:00.002-04:002015-10-11T15:13:49.268-04:00Gun NationI don't often post about political issues, but the USA is overwhelmingly plagued by an issue we cannot escape. There are more guns per person in the United States than any other nation, and guns here now outnumber humans. (<a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/news/wonkblog/wp/2015/10/05/guns-in-the-united-states-one-for-every-man-woman-and-child-and-then-some/" target="_blank">Source, Washington Post</a>) <b><i>270 million</i></b> firearms are owned by civilians with only 897000 owned by police. (<a href="https://www.dosomething.org/facts/11-facts-about-guns" target="_blank">Source, DoSomething.org</a>). <br />
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Every day I go to work in a danger zone, since I work in a public school. Mass shootings are so commonplace most only last a day in the news cycle. I have had serious conversations with my wife, about whether we feel safe starting a family in a country overrun wth gun issues, and one in which no gun legislation seems possible. If the Founding Fathers saw the country today, I think they'd be sick.<br />
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Imagine a nation where all children report to school with guns. The Gun Lobby successfully convinced the nation that the only way to protect schools was to arm every individual in the schools, including teachers, students, and administrators. Each class begins by making sure the safety's are all on. In elementary school, children are allowed to leave their handguns in cubbies during recess or lunch. The one kid who comes to school without a gun is bullied and harrassed, leaving in tears.<br />
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Imagine a world where no one leaves their houses unless necessary. Where someone's considered lucky to live past age 40. A world where whenever you don't like something, you pull out a gun and blow them away.<br />
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Imagine a USA so stagnant and full of strife, that we've become the laughingstock of every nation. Thousands flee the country, looking for peaceful paces to live.<br />
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Imagine every school day beginning with the words:<br />
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<i>I pledge allegiance to the guns,</i><br />
<i>Of the United States of America,</i><br />
<i>And to the Republic they helped to forge,</i><br />
<i>One nation, with no God,</i><br />
<i>With weaponry and ammo for all. </i><br />
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<br />Chris Manninohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05931725234971735017noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192589828784769498.post-88547986278408425342015-09-29T07:00:00.000-04:002015-09-29T07:00:00.693-04:00Guest Post: Kay LaloneThe Poet's Fire welcomes back Kay LaLone (view her post from last year <a href="http://poetsfire.blogspot.com/2014/10/guest-post-ghosty-cues.html">HERE</a>) to discuss her newest exciting release: FAMILY SECRET<br />
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<i><span style="font-size: large;">Sixteen-year-old Thomas Patrick Henry is thrown into a web of secrets and demons after his </span></i><i><span style="font-size: large;">mother’s murder.</span></i></div>
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On the road to solving his mother’s murder, sixteen-yea-rold Thomas Patrick Henry discovers a secret his father has kept from him for years. Tom thought Dad’s secret put him in danger, Mom’s secret is far worse.<br />
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Magic. Witches. Ancient Book of Spells. Magical Amulet. Ghosts. Demons.<br />
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“Ow.” Tom yanked the chain and dragged the burning amulet from under his shirt. Even the chain was warm, but there was no way he was going to take the stupid thing off. He let it drop to his chest and rest warmly on the top of his shirt as he stared at the demon.<br />
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“It’s not your grandfather,” Tom whispered. Anger rolled around inside him because of what this<br />
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The dark figure stepped out of the shadows causing the boys to take two steps back. The demon looked like a man dressed in thunderous stormlike clouds from head to toe. Even his face was black and the eyes a dimly pukeyellow that churned Tom’s stomach. He felt Rob’s heavy breathing just inches behind him, but it didn’t stop a chill from shimmering up his spine like fingernails on a chalkboard.<br />
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“I know who you are.” Tom tried to sound confident even though his voice shook with fear. He swallowed hard. “What do you want?”<br />
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The demon raised a shadowy arm and then his stormy cloudlike body started to swirl like a mini tornado. In a gust of black smoke, the demon shot up into the air and zipped right over Tom and Rob’s heads. The boys ducked and laid flat on the wet grass, afraid the demon would consume them.<br />
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Tom turned his head to see the black smoke head toward Mr. Watson’s house. Tom got to his feet while Rob remained on the ground. The black smoke swarmed over the house and then drifted back down. It slithered around the house like a snake looking for a place to sneak in, circling several times before seeping through the crack in the window and disappearing inside.<br />
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Rob scrambled to his feet. “That thing is inside my grandfather’s house.” His voice was high-pitched in fear. “My...” He glanced toward the empty driveway. Then he sighed. “Mom must still be at the hospital.”<br />
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Tom touched Rob’s arm to prevent him from doing something crazy. He didn’t want another one of his friends to get hurt by this thing.<br />
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“We need to do something, but I don’t know what.” Tom glanced over to the tents in Granddad’s backyard, hoping Matt or Granddad would come running to save the day. But there was no movement over there.<br />
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Inside the house, Jake growled and then started to bark wildly. Before Tom could stop him, Rob dashed upon the back porch and flung the backdoor open. Jake continued his wild barking as if protecting Rob and the house. If only the dog could save the day, but Tom feared nothing would save them.<br />
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A cracking noise caught Tom’s attention, and he turned his head toward what he assumed was Mr. Watson’s bedroom window. The glass appeared pitch black at first, and then a face appeared.<br />
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The same pukeyellow eyes stared at Tom and gave him an evil grin.<br />
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I’m Kay LaLone author of Ghostly Clues, my first MG novel. Family Secret is my first YA novel. Both published by MuseItUp. I live in Michigan with my husband and teenage son (two older sons and a daughterinlaw and my first grandbaby live nearby) and two dogs. I love to get up every morning and write about ghosts, the paranormal, and things that go bump in the night. I write PB, MG and YA novels. No matter the books I write, I want my readers to feel like they have met a new friend. I’m an avid reader of just about any type of book (mystery, paranormal, and ghost stories are my favorites). I do reviews and post them on my website and blog. I love to collect old books, antiques, and collectibles. You can find many of my antiques and collectibles selling on ebay and at fleamarkets.<br />
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Susan Sarnio made a choice, and will spend the rest of her life as the only female Death. Last year she was bullied and ostracized. Now, to her complete bewilderment, four Deaths vie for her affection. Yet, something is terribly wrong at the College of Deaths. When a ship carrying scythe metal is attacked, many blame the newly-freed Elementals, but Susan knows the Elementals are innocent.<br />
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SWORD OF DEATHS, the second novel in the critically acclaimed YA Fantasy trilogy "The Scythe Wielder's Secret," is now available from MuseItUp Publishing in both ebook and paperback formats. In SWORD OF DEATHS, Mannino delves deeper into the world and characters introduced in the first novel. The novel is told from three rotating points-of-view, and for the first time, the conflict with Dragons is fully realized. The style becomes darker, and for more epic, as the series moves towards a momentous climax in the final book DAUGHTER OF DEATHS.</div>
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Frank started to speak when a deafening shriek pierced the woods. They exchanged a silent acknowledgement, and crept to the side of the boulder.</div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>The canopy overhead tumbled down, trees snapping in half. A smell of sulfur choked Frank. A blast of heat swept through the forest. White-hot flames engulfed the woods, disintegrating trunks and leaves in a conflagration. Fire rushed around them like a tidal wave against a beach. The boulder protected their backs, yet even the stone grew hot. Smoke stung his eyes like acid.</div>
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"Not just a book for young adults, but an imaginative read for everyone who likes something a little bit different. 5 Stars!" - Reader's Favorite</div>
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Christopher Mannino’s life is best described as an unending creative outlet. He teaches high school theatre in Greenbelt, Maryland. In addition to his daily drama classes, he runs several after-school performance/production drama groups. He spends his summers writing and singing. Mannino holds a Master of Arts in Theatre Education from Catholic University, and has studied mythology and literature both in America and at Oxford University. His work with young people helped inspire him to write young adult fantasy, although it was his love of reading that truly brought his writing to life. </div>
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Susan Sarnio made a choice, and will spend the rest of her life as the only female Death. Last year she was bullied and ostracized. Now, to her complete bewilderment, four Deaths vie for her affection. Yet, something is terribly wrong at the College of Deaths. When a ship carrying scythe metal is attacked, many blame the newly-freed Elementals, but Susan knows the Elementals are innocent.<br />
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Shadows from the distant past come to light. Dragons circle the horizon, blood spills, and nothing is what it seems. Susan and her friends struggle to stop a war. They search for the fabled First Scythe, hoping to sway the balance, but who is the true enemy?<br />
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SWORD OF DEATHS, the second novel in the critically acclaimed YA Fantasy trilogy "The Scythe Wielder's Secret," is now available from MuseItUp Publishing in both ebook and paperback formats. In SWORD OF DEATHS, Mannino delves deeper into the world and characters introduced in the first novel. The novel is told from three rotating points-of-view, and for the first time, the conflict with Dragons is fully realized. The style becomes darker, and for more epic, as the series moves towards a momentous climax in the final book DAUGHTER OF DEATHS.</div>
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<b>MEET MICHI- AN INTERVIEW WITH A THRILLING NEW CHARACTER</b><br />
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In School of Deaths, we first meet the 'Mentals, or Elementals, one of the three races in the World of Deaths. Suzie's appearance at the College of Deaths coincides with extremely high tensions between the Deaths and the 'Mentals. In the second novel, a new 'Mental, named Michi, is introduced. Michi is also a girl, which changes the dynamics at the all-male College. Michi sat down with me to discuss her role in the upcoming novel.<br />
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CM: You were involved in the revolt at the College, weren't you?<br />
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MICHI: Yes, I was present at the beginning, but became trapped. For months, I took the form of a fly, eating the droppings I found in the Armory.<br />
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MICHI: I am an arthromorph. I have a special.. bond.. if you will, to the insect world. If I need to become an insect for a time, I can. I also use insects in other ways if I need to, but I don't like doing so unless I have to.<br />
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MICHI: They're more than that. I sense what they sense, I feel close to them. To use an insect often costs part of their essence, and it's not fair to them to use that.<br />
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CM: I've heard a rumor that you and Frank used to be in a relationship. Is it true?<br />
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MICHI: No comment.<br />
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MICHI: Sword of Deaths really does a better job of spotlighting the 'Mentals, who are of course the most important race in the World of Deaths. I felt like we were given a minor role in the first book, and I didn't like that. However, things aren't going that well for us, as I'm sure you'll see.<br />
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<b>WHAT PEOPLE SAY ABOUT THE SERIES SO FAR</b></div>
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(Praise for SCHOOL OF DEATHS: The Scythe Wielder's Secret Book One)</div>
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"Not just a book for young adults, but an imaginative read for everyone who likes something a little bit different. 5 Stars!" - Reader's Favorite</div>
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"With a well-developed setting, strong characters, a fairly fast moving plot, and snappy dialogue, this novel should keep readers engaged from the beginning to the end. Five Stars." - BookBreeze Magazine </div>
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"Let's start with one simple statement: Wow! This book, the characters and the world created by Mannino is absolutely spectacular." -Kay, GoodReads Review</div>
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"This book's world is brilliant, and the author's creativity is more than amazing and the way he conveyed his imagination was just stunning." -OnlineBookClub</div>
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<b>ABOUT THE AUTHOR</b></div>
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Christopher Mannino’s life is best described as an unending creative outlet. He teaches high school theatre in Greenbelt, Maryland. In addition to his daily drama classes, he runs several after-school performance/production drama groups. He spends his summers writing and singing. Mannino holds a Master of Arts in Theatre Education from Catholic University, and has studied mythology and literature both in America and at Oxford University. His work with young people helped inspire him to write young adult fantasy, although it was his love of reading that truly brought his writing to life. </div>
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WARNING: CONTAINS SOME SPOILERS FROM BOOK ONE!<br />
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<span lang="EN-CA">A Female Death</span></div>
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<i><span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">The Death laughed. He waved his scythe and the world behind her vanished. Two immense eyes rose behind him, surrounded by leathery skin. She heard the beating of wings.</span></i></div>
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<i><span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">“You are weak,” said the Death. “You’re nothing at all, Suzie. Just a girl.” He laughed again.</span></i></div>
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<i><span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">“Leave me alone!” Suzie walked forward but stopped as a sharp, shooting pain coursed through her.</span></i></div>
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<i><span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">“So weak, so worthless.”</span></i></div>
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<i><span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">“Go away! Leave me alone!”</span></i></div>
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<i><span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">The man, the strange eyes, and the entire world shattered, splitting into fragments of glass. Shards flew toward her, burrowing beneath skin. So much pain.</span></i></div>
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<i><span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">She looked down. The glass was gone. Markings covered each hand. The marks crawled upwards, moving onto Suzie’s neck—strangling her.</span></i></div>
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<i><span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">Something clawed at her throat, pulling her down, ripping her apart. She gasped for air</span></i><span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">.</span></div>
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<i><span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">She exploded into a burst of light.</span></i></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">Suzie Sarnio opened her eyes as sunlight poured into the small bedroom in Eagle Two, Room Five. Wiping sweat from her face, she looked around the room. This was home now. Not just for a time, but forever. She’d failed the test. Now she could never return to the Living World.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">She heard her housemate Billy moving chairs in the kitchen. He was probably planning some surprise for her fourteenth birthday today.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">The past year ran through her mind in a blur. She’d been a normal girl in Maryland, with normal friends, and a normal life. Then a stranger named Cronk, a hooded man waving a scythe, showed up, explaining she was a Death. Now here she was in the College of Deaths. She’d Reaped a soul, and helped overthrow the Headmaster of the College. Every new Death was given one chance to return home, a test at the end of their first year. Yesterday, she’d taken hers and failed.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">“Is she awake yet?” she heard her friend Frank say.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">“Haven’t seen her,” said Billy.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">She pulled herself up and swung her legs to the floor. Putting on a pair of shorts and a tee-shirt, she yawned while opening the curtains. West Tower shot into the clouds in front of her, a gnarled mountain of stone writhing a hundred stories high, like an enormous stalagmite. On the far side of campus, she saw its twin East Tower, looming over the campus. Earthen mounds stretched between the two in a massive canyon-like labyrinth. She remembered her time in East Tower, and how she’d discovered Headmaster Sindril’s plan.</span></div>
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<i><span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">The Dragons need you alive,</span></i><span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;"> he’d told her. He’d confessed to plotting her abduction, and had re-written her final test, so the only way to pass would be to kill Cronk. She’d refused. She wasn’t a murderer. By refusing to kill, however, she’d ensured that she’d remain a Death eternally.</span></div>
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<i><span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">“You are weak,” said the Death. “You’re nothing at all, Suzie. Just a girl.” Sindril laughed again.</span></i></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">It was only a dream. Sindril was gone now. Probably fled to his Dragon friends.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">So much had happened in a year, and now, here she was in the World of the Dead. Her home <i>forever</i>.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">The only female Death.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">“You’re up,” said Billy. A crudely painted banner read “Happy Birthday Suzy.” Three large boxes wrapped in colored paper sat on the kitchen table.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">“I-E,” she said.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">“What?” asked Billy.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">“I spell Suzie Z-I-E, no Y.”</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">“Guess I’ve never seen you write it.” Billy laughed. He hurried to the stove and brought a plate of warm pancakes.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">“You guys shouldn’t have—” she started.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">“This is a celebration,” said Frank. “Summer vacation. Three months off from school, and no more Sindril! Now maybe the ’Mentals will get the respect they deserve.”</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">“We don’t know what will happen, or who will take over.” Billy shook his head.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">“It’s true,” said Suzie. “Frank, I don’t think you should tell anyone that you’re—”</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">“I won’t. I need you both to promise that you won’t let anyone know.”</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">It wasn’t true. Frank was an Elemental in disguise. The situation with the ’Mentals was complex, but she hoped with Sindril gone, things would improve. Under Sindril’s leadership, the ’Mentals had been slaves to the Deaths. She’d enlisted their support to help overthrow him. Sneaking into his office during a ’Mental attack, she found proof that Sindril had allied with Dragons, the historic enemies of Deaths. The ’Mentals then helped her broadcast the proof to every Death at the College, ensuring Sindril’s downfall. However, even with new leadership, centuries of prejudice wouldn’t vanish overnight. Frank was better off if no one knew what he truly was.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">“Are you guys eating?” she asked.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">“Already ate, sorry,” said Billy.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">“Me too,” said Frank. “Grabbed a gorger before I got here.”</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">The pancakes were doughy and undercooked, but she loved them. Usually she just ate gorgers, the food that took whatever flavor you wanted. It was nice to have something cooked for once.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">“I don’t know whether I should feel happy or not. I still feel torn about failing the test yesterday.”</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">“I was upset too,” he said. “When I didn’t take the test last year, a part of me felt like I‘d made the biggest mistake of my life. I’d blown any chance I’d ever have of leading a normal life, but here we are, Suzie. I’m thrilled to be here with you. This is my home now. It’s yours too.”</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">“Why don’t you open your gifts,” said Frank.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">“There’s three here,” she said. “Jason didn’t—”</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">“No,” interrupted Billy. “It wasn’t him.” Jason had been their housemate last year.He had been their friend. Now he was gone, one of only two first-year Deaths who actually passed their test. The other, Luc, had bullied Suzie more than anyone. She was, after all, the only female Death in the entire world. Strange to think both Luc and Jason were back in the Mortal World with no recollection of their year as Deaths.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">“Someone left this one at the door,” said Frank. “I saw it on my way in. Why don’t you open it first?” He handed her what looked like a shoebox wrapped in yellow and red paper. She opened the card.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">“It’s from Cronk. It says: To the bravest girl I know. Happy Birthday, and Thank You.”</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">“You did save his life,” reminded Billy.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">“A part of me just wanted to go home.” She sighed. “To forget all this, and see my family, but I couldn’t kill him. Sindril didn’t give me a choice.”</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">“That’s not true.” Frank grinned. “You always have a choice, and you made the right one. You’re a strong person, Suzie. What did Cronk give you?”</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">She laughed while opening the box and found a set of paintbrushes and a pad of paper.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">“He knows you love art,” said Billy.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">“I do.” Suzie smiled, taking another bite of pancake.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">“Open mine next,” said Frank. He passed her a small box in brown paper, tied with twine. A small card on the front said: <i>To the best friend I’ve ever had.</i></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">She opened it carefully, untying the twine and removing the paper without ripping it.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">“What is it?” she asked, pulling out a worn book with an unmarked cover.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">“Careful,” he said. “The ’Mentals may have preserved it, but it’s very delicate. That book’s a million years old.”</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">“That’s impossible,” said Billy. “It’d be dust now.”</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">“Difficult, but not impossible. Though I wouldn’t try to read the book, or even open it. I thought you should have it, as a keepsake. This belonged to Lovethar. Some say it was her diary.”</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">Lovethar’s diary. Lovethar, the only other female Death, who’d lived a million years ago.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">“That’s amazing,” said Suzie. “Thank you so much.” She rose and hugged him. Tears pooled and streamed down her cheeks. How could she ever think of leaving? These were the closest friends she’d ever had. This was home.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">“I guess that leaves mine,” said Billy. “It’s nothing much.”</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">She pulled the gift toward her, nervous to read the card. Did Billy like her as much as she liked him? They’d kissed, but maybe he just wanted to be friends. Would Frank be jealous if he knew how she felt?</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">She opened the card. “I’m glad you’re here with us. Happy Birthday.” She opened the box and pulled out a framed picture. At first she didn’t recognize the fierce woman holding the scythe. She thought it might be Lovethar, but when she looked harder, she noticed her freckles and that curl that never seemed to stay. The pale girl with long, black hair had to be her. Three other Deaths stood behind her in the image: Billy, with his disheveled sandy hair, icy blue eyes, and long scar across his right cheek; Frank, with his dark brown eyes, hiding their true green color; and Jason, with his glasses and awkward expression. The painting was amazing, and the faces looked very real.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">“Jason helped me a bit, before he left,” said Billy, “but I’ve been drawing for a while. Never took Art or anything, and it isn’t much. I was going to give it to you before your test, but with everything going on, I sort of forgot. Guess I lucked out.”</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">“It’s perfect,” she said. She stood and kissed him on the cheek.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">“So, birthday girl,” said Frank. “What’s the plan today? It’s summer break now, we can do whatever you want. Did you want to hang around the campus, or go somewhere else?”</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">“I want to go somewhere I’ve never been,” said Suzie. “Nothing on campus, but not Silver Lake or the library either. I want to see something new.”</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">Billy laughed. “You’re a real explorer. I thought you’d had enough of that, especially after you and I found that ’Mental village, but nope, always want to explore more.”</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">“It’s my birthday, and that’s what I feel like doing.”</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">“All right, all right,” said Billy. “How about Mors? I’ve only been once, but it’s pretty amazing.”</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">“Mors?” she asked. “Where’s that?”</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">“It’s on the sea,” said Frank. “The capital of the Deaths, and the great port. Where Deaths get most of their supplies. I’ve heard of it, but have never been.”</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">“Mors it is,” said Suzie.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">“Pack your bag,” said Billy. “It’ll take a day just to get there. We’ll take the canal.”</span></div>
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<i><span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">Suzie sat on her bed, remembering her first trip to the sea.</span></i></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">“Shut up, Joe. Mom, he’s being annoying.”</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">“Joe, leave your sister alone.”</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">Suzie turned away from her stupid brother, looking at the traffic.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">“I told you we should have left an hour earlier,” said Dad.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">“We’ll still make it to the rental on time. Don’t worry, honey.”</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">The packed SUV crawled up the long, sloping ramp leading to the Chesapeake Bay Bridge. Within minutes, they’d climbed high above the water below. Most of her friends had been to the Eastern Shore, but she’d never crossed the Bay. The lab they’d done last year, in second grade, really showed how endangered the crabs are.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">To her right, she saw a moving cloud of black smoke.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">“Daddy, there’s a boat on fire,” she said, pointing.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">“Don’t be dumb,” said Joe. “It’s just a tanker. That’s its engine.”</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">Suzie grimaced. “Don’t call me dumb, idiot.”</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">“You two, knock it off,” said Dad. “I’ll turn this car around.”</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">“On a bridge?” asked Joe.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">“Well, at least after we’ve crossed.”</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">Suzie caught Dad’s smile in the rear-view mirror. He scratched his moustache, and adjusted his sunglasses. Mom turned the page in her magazine. Suzie tried reading in the car once, but it made her sick.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">Two hours later, the car pulled into a small town in Delaware.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">“We’re here,” said Dad, turning right at a strange totem pole. “I haven’t been to Bethany Beach since I was a kid.”</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">They drove a mile more, and then entered the driveway of a single story house with wide porches and immense windows.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">“This place is huge,” said Suzie.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">“Well it’s ours for the weekend,” said Dad. “I’m going out to pick up some dinner. Why don’t you kids head to the beach? You can see it through the window there.”</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">Behind the rental, a tall sand dune blocked their view of a semi-private beach. Suzie ran to the bathroom and changed into her new suit. Excitement bubbled in her heart. Would she see Africa on the other side, or would the water just go to the horizon? On TV, the ocean seemed endless.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">She adjusted the straps of her bathing suit, joined Joe and Mom at the back door, and then sprinted towards the dune. At the sand’s edge she kicked off her flip-flops, and walked bare foot over the hill. The sand felt warm and gritty. Tiny twigs and shell shards prodded her toes.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">A seagull cawed loudly, sailing gently on a breeze. In front of her, a line of grayish water struck the beach with a frothy white crash. The wave receded, drifting away into the ocean.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">“It goes on forever,” she said, staring at the boundless expanse.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">“What’d you expect, dummy?” asked Joe.</span></div>
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<i><span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">I’ll never see Mom, Dad, or Joe again. It was my choice, and I chose to stay. Unlike Sindril, I’m not a murderer. I could never kill someone.</span></i></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">Despite her nostalgia, she smiled at the irony.</span></div>
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<i><span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">I couldn’t kill, but I am a Death.</span></i></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">Billy brought them through the campus of the College of Deaths. Earthen ridges and mounds formed an elaborate reddish maze. East and West Towers shot for hundreds of feet above the rest of the campus: two towers of twisted stone. A glimmer of metal told Suzie they were near the Ring of Scythes, which surrounded the College.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">They walked to a long mound with rows of arched windows. Billy led them through the open door, and Suzie was surprised to see long piers, and hundreds of small boats. The building smelled like the sea.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">“There are boats here on campus?” She’d been here a year but had never seen this place.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">“It’s the end of the Lethe, the canal that connects Mors to the College,” said Billy.He pointed to the rear wall, which was open. A series of small canals led away from the piers beneath arches of metal a few yards away.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">“Most supplies are shipped in,” he continued. “I figured we’d take a boat out. We’re actually right next to the Ring of Scythes. You’ll see it clearer from the boat.”</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">Where the Lethe Canal passed beneath the Ring of Scythes, two scythes stretched into the sky, forming an archway of solid metal thirty feet high. The long-haired Death stepped behind her.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">“Left over from the Great War,” he said. “All the scythes in the Ring are, but those two were the greatest of all.”</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">“Were they?” asked Suzie, looking back toward the College. East Tower was directly behind the boat; West Tower had vanished behind its twin.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">“My name is Eshue,” said the Death. “Esh-oo-ay.” His accent was African, and he moved in a strange, dancelike manner. “My father is captain of this boat. Welcome.”</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">“The female Death,” said Eshue. “Susan.” He nodded and gestured to the scythes again. The boat passed under them. Beneath the enormous blades, Suzie’s skin tingled.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">“A wonderful use of mortamant, don’t you think?” Eshue chuckled. “The scythe can slice through anything. Light and dark, life and death, truth and lies. You know that already, though. Have you been on the Lethe before?”</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">“This is the canal that feeds the College, the vein that connects mouth and heart, heart and body, in the World of the Dead.”</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">Frank gave her a look and rolled his eyes. She sighed. This was going to be a long trip. They passed beneath a long bridge, and civilization faded. The crowded College, its mountainous towers, and its glimmering Ring of Scythe grew smaller. Open fields and scattered trees stretched around the canal. Dense forest spread across the horizon on either side. She stood and walked to the side of the boat. The canal’s still waters rippled behind the oars. Another barge carrying enormous boxes passed in the opposite direction. She leaned down and reached toward the water.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">“Don’t,” said Eshue, grabbing her hand. “Don’t touch the water. It is bad luck. The Lethe is cursed. They say the souls of Deaths who <i>cease</i> go here, forever forgotten. They drift the currents, trapped between the city and the College, never able to reach the sea.”</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">“Maybe so,” said Eshue, “but on my father’s boat, please do not touch the water. I don’t want bad luck.”</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">“You’d be in the Living World now,” said Billy, “and none of us would remember his name. Suzie, you can’t spend the rest of the year obsessing about the choice you made. It’ll drive you crazy. You’re here now, that’s all there is to it. Yesterday you said you were glad to stay.”</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">“I only went once myself. Last summer, a few of my friends went for a few days. We looked around, went to the port and the beach, and of course there’s Silver Fair. You’ll love that.”</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">“It’s like an amusement park. Well, sort of. Don’t forget that Deaths are taken when they’re kids, so plenty of them are our age. Silver Fair is great.”</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 28px;">“An amusement park. Never thought they’d have one of those.” Suzie smiled and watched a cloud drift by. She tried to imagine what an amusement park for Deaths might look like.</span></div>
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Chris Manninohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05931725234971735017noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192589828784769498.post-40473913349709524112015-08-17T14:03:00.000-04:002015-08-17T14:03:19.852-04:00Finishing a TrilogyYesterday I completed the first draft of <i>Daughter of Deaths</i>, completing <i>The Scythe Wielder's Secret </i>trilogy. This series of books has consumed my writing life for the past four years, and there is still the editing process and of course marketing.<br />
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Typing the final words of the novel was difficult. A sense of sadness crept into me, knowing that I'm not going to be working with a group of characters I've come to know and even care about. Watching the twists and turns of this plot and seeing the characters grow and develop from simple ideas to complex entities has been immensely rewarding. I am excited to see how the three novels are received by the public, once all three are published. And of course, I now move on to many new and exciting books and genres. <br />
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<br />Chris Manninohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05931725234971735017noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192589828784769498.post-81700300958142501242015-08-04T10:24:00.001-04:002015-08-04T10:24:39.698-04:00BOOK REVIEW: School of Deaths by Christopher Mannino<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/g6EVnoNVkRE" width="480"></iframe>Chris Manninohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05931725234971735017noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192589828784769498.post-248547851448911482015-07-08T09:25:00.000-04:002015-07-08T09:25:27.032-04:00Killing the Nook?My first long-term job was working in the inventory department at a local Borders Bookstore. I really got a feel for the publishing world there, and perhaps it helped spark my interest to one day become published. I remember a decision by the Borders CEO which was shared with local stores. Borders refused to get involved in eBooks at all, claiming it was a "fad" that would go nowhere. Two years later, eBooks were more popular than ever, and Borders was gone.<div>
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Now, Barnes and Noble has come to a similar juncture. The last large-scale brick and mortar bookstore chain has just <a href="http://goodereader.com/blog/electronic-readers/new-barnes-and-noble-ceo-will-kill-nook" target="_blank">hired a new CEO</a> (Ron Boire) who's chief focus is to cut losses on Nook, which has been suffering financially. There are possible plans to discontinue Barnes and Noble's eBook and electronic divisions entirely.</div>
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Barnes and Noble has been discussing separating Nook from its bookstore divisions since December, when <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2014/12/05/business/media/barnes-noble-ends-partnership-with-microsoft-over-nook.html?_r=0" target="_blank">Microsoft and Nook parted ways</a>, amidst financial turmoil. The eReader has been doing poorly for <a href="http://dealbook.nytimes.com/2014/06/25/barnes-noble-to-spin-off-nook-unit/?action=click&contentCollection=Media&module=RelatedCoverage&region=Marginalia&pgtype=article" target="_blank">over two years</a>, according to the NY Times. In the same article, James McQuivey at Forrester Research is quoted as saying "You're only managing how quickly it [Barnes and Noble] will continue to decline." </div>
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In reading analyst's comments, I'm surprised by how many claim Barnes and Noble made a mistake getting into the eBook market initially. Let's not forget their ONE serious rival, who refused to embrace eBooks at all. If Barnes and Noble abandons eBooks, will it survive long-term? It's depressingly easy to envision a world where the only print books available for purchase come from the internet....</div>
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Chris Manninohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05931725234971735017noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192589828784769498.post-3916824895925040952015-06-22T09:40:00.001-04:002015-06-22T09:40:50.364-04:00Magic in NatureAs an author of speculative fiction, I constantly imagine and dream of new worlds. Magic is something fun to write about, and to envision. Yet, occasionally I encounter something in nature that is more magical than anything I've dreamed. Such sights fuel imagination, stirring creativity to new levels.<br />
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Last week, I was walking my dog at twilight. There is a huge tree behind my yard, which stood silhouetted against the rapidly dusking sky. As I watched, the entire tree sparkled. Hundreds of fireflies swarmed around every branch, shining for a moment, before darting somewhere new. My camera was inside, and even my phone was charging (the pic above isn't the tree, I borrowed a different pic from the internet). With no way to record such an image, I simply stared. Glowing dots dancing and flying around a shadowy mass of tangled branches. Fairies flying around a giant? Magic sparkling around a void?</div>
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I looked at the top of the tree, and saw something spewing from the tree's crown. I thought, perhaps, the tree was smoking. These tiny sparks flew upward, with clouds of smoke wafting away. After a moment of confusion, I realized what the dark swirls were. Dozens and dozens of bats circled the tree, perhaps planning to eat some of the fireflies. The effect was pure magic. Sparkles below, a shadow behind, and waves of winged smoke circling above. </div>
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Depending on which acting methodology a person uses, they might refer to these as various things. A <i>target</i> encompasses a character's objective, their goal, and relates to their superobjective. I like the term <i>target</i>, first introduced to me in Declan Donellan's "<a href="http://www.amazon.com/The-Actor-Target-New-Edition/dp/1559362855" target="_blank">The Actor and the Target</a>" because it provides a concrete image of what you're aiming for when onstage. I strongly encourage all my actors to always have a specific target in mind. Acting is about <i>doing</i>, so every time an actor is onstage, there is something that they want, a target the character is working towards. For example, Romeo's target at the beginning of Romeo and Juliet might be relief, he vents to his friends about his girl problems. Later, his target becomes Juliet herself. <br />
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Thinking about targets is especially useful as a writer. Every writer has strengths and weaknesses. Personally, one of my greatest strengths tends to be creating memorable environments and locations. I can envision drastic, imaginative settings, and describe them well. However, setting is only one part of a story. One thing I've been doing lately, is when I'm crafting a scene I go through and take some time to check every single character's <i>target.</i><br />
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Even in a battle scene with hundreds of characters, every single figure has their own unique target. Every one wants something, and will go towards that goal until they get it, or their target shifts. Characters can share targets, but I find it helpful to think of each character as an individual who wants specific, different things. One figure in a battle scene might fight for revenge, another to prove himself to a parent, and another for money. But they're all fighting on the same side.<br />
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Go through whatever you're working on. Do you know your main character's <i>target</i> on every page? Do you know the targets of every minor and background character? Try adding targets to make your writing more detailed.<br />
<br />Chris Manninohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05931725234971735017noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192589828784769498.post-48082724443389873602015-06-01T09:39:00.000-04:002015-06-01T09:49:09.564-04:00An Awesome End to Crazy MayMy wife and I have been referring to May as "Crazy May." During the entire month, we didn't have a single day off, taking every weekend to do something from baby showers to our friends' wedding, and everything in between. I ended "Crazy May" in an exhausting, but extremely awesome way, at AwesomeCon.<br />
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This is the view coming down the escalator of my side of Artist's Alley. There were celebrities to the right of the open area, mostly sci-fi/fantasy stars like William Shatner, George Takei, Sean Astin, and Arthur Darvill, just to name a few. To the left of Artist's Alley were the high-budget exhibitors with elaborate displays of merchandise, electronics, and more. Everything from Books-A-Million, Hollywood mask makers, to the Washington Nationals baseball team. There were hundreds of artists and exhibitors, although only four authors of books (non comic-books), including myself. <br />
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I had a helper come each day. Above is my booth, before the con opened on Saturday. That's my cousin, who helped me that day. The event was exhausting. Three days of promotion, talking to guests (the overwhelming majority of whom were in fantastic costumes), and doing my best to talk up the books. My helper on the final day was my wife Rachel. To make it even more stressful, Saturday was our first anniversary. I felt bad spending the day at the con, but we did go out for dinner and dessert following the event that night. <br />
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Overall I sold 50 books, and passed out promotional items including postcards, brochures and bookmarks to hundreds of others. I had three art prints for sale, inspired by the novels, and many people commented that the prints helped them want to read the novels. I was very happy with the event, and definitely plan to do more cons in the future.</div>
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While I love the book, and am still immensely proud of it, I wrote School of Deaths four years ago. I'm very excited about Daughter of Deaths, the novel I'm working on now. I wake up thinking about it, and can't wait for others to read it. Yet, it's far away from publication. I feel like each novel I write has definitely improved from the novels before. It's funny to hand someone a paperback and know that they're about to start a journey that I'm at a completely different point on. Daughter of Deaths won't be available for years. School of Deaths was written years ago, and there's a novel in between the two. While I imagine all series authors have a similar disconnect with time, it's interesting to experience it firsthand. <br />
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fourth dimension. The monsters from the other side attacked her parents and
fled, getting her folks locked up in the loony bin. Proving this other world
exists is the only way to free them. Lea and Gabe strike a deal to help each
other, and together they manage to open a door to the world of Gabe’s true
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Lea and his rediscovered memories of his fiancée, a much more sinister plot
unravels. He uncovers his history just in time to become the unwilling lynchpin
in a conspiracy to start a war. His memory holds the secret to the final riddle
the would-be conqueror needs to get the upper hand. Gabe must protect the
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the way down the alley where skyscrapers blocked the glowing moon and the lamps
from the highway. Yellowed fixtures above each back entrance threw faint cones
of light onto the cement, like holes in Swiss cheese.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Lea
checked the coordinates on her phone while she walked, and the little red arrow
crept closer to the flag icon she placed to mark the interaction point.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Gabe
spent his time surveying the area for anything that might be a danger. He kept
fidgeting behind her and turning around every few seconds, a twitchy meerkat on
patrol.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">“We’re
only between buildings. It’s not the end of the world.” Lea checked her phone
again to make sure they were headed in the right direction.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">He
glanced over his shoulder. “I still don’t like it. It’s night, people do get
mugged, you know.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 15.3pt; margin-bottom: 7.5pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 7.5pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">“The
statistics of that are so low. We’re really not in any danger, considering the
population and how many times that sorta thing happens.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">He
shifted uneasily behind her. “Whatever, we’re raising the chances by being out
here at night.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Lea
rolled her eyes. “I’m not missing this opportunity.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">“I know
that. Neither am I.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">“Good.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">They
came to a cross section behind two major offices where the loading docks and
dumpsters sat for both of them. A stream of water trickled down the concave
cement into the large sewer grate. Old garbage left a fume hanging around, and
the humidity only made it worse.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Lea
double- and triple-checked her coordinates, cross-checking with her notes.
“This is it. Within I’d say, a fifteen foot diameter, low to the ground.” She
shoved the phone in her cargo pocket. “Perfect.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">“How
long?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 15.3pt; margin-bottom: 7.5pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 7.5pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">“Roughly
ten minutes.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Ten
minutes may as well have been six hours. She paced back and forth, her sneakers
scuffing the gritty pavement.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Gabe
continued to keep a watchful eye out for muggers or vagrants. What a dork.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">She
snickered quietly. For someone who didn’t know his own experiences, he sure
seemed paranoid. She watched him standing straight, darting his eyes to the
entrance and even up to the windows above them. Watch out bad guys, Gabe’s on
to you. She smiled and turned to see what looked like heat waves rising from
the cold cement. Crap. The interaction had already started.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">“Gabe…”
She waved him over next to the loading dock.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">This
interaction provided no shining lights or obvious movement. Not much stood out
visually, except maybe the air glistening like summer heat waves if she
squinted hard enough, but her digital thermometer found the coldest point.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">“Here,”
she whispered, not wanting anyone or anything on the other side to hear. She
stretched her arms forward, and Gabe did likewise.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 15.3pt; margin-bottom: 7.5pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 7.5pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">“On the
count of three.” She waited for him to nod. “One…two…three.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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the thicker air. Nothing. They tried again, pulling, grasping, and making any
sort of motion to trigger a rip. Finally, Gabe leaned in and pulled out at just
the right angle, because the light tore across like a jagged line. Lea grabbed
the edge of it and tugged, opening the tear wider until they both fell through.</span></span></div>
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1. From the point-of-view of Bandit, a precocious Shih Tzu, newly adopted.<br />
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People!<br />
People people people!<br />
People looking at me, oh boy!<br />
People people people people!<br />
The nice people put me in their shiny car.<br />
Woooh!<br />
What's this place? Where am I? Where am I?<br />
People? Where am I, people?<br />
Hello? Hello?<br />
Who's that over there?<br />
Is that a stuffed toy for me?<br />
Is that a stuffed toy?<br />
Hungry.<br />
Food. Food. Food.<br />
Stuffed toy thing got up.<br />
Wait, not a toy.<br />
People?<br />
It's a cat.<br />
Hi cat! Hi! Hi! Hi!<br />
Wanna be friends?<br />
Friends? Friends? Friends?<br />
Hi! Hi! Hi!<br />
Why're you looking at me like that?<br />
People?<br />
Help?<br />
Cat's hissing.<br />
Hey! Hey! Hey!<br />
Dumb cat.<br />
Want to play?<br />
Want to play?<br />
Hey! Hey! Hey!<br />
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2. From the point-of-view of Faith, our cat<br />
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The subjects again neglected to administer the proper amount of royal pets to my backside. The peasants. We shall have to have words when they return. As usual, my meal this morning was too dry, and my requests for mountain fresh water have been ignored. Again.<br />
Sigh.<br />
Today is a busy day. After a bath behind the royal couch, I plan to sunbathe for two hours. I have considered taking a nap, but might instead take a stroll to the eastern window, where the sun is warmer. The plants will need tending, of course, I haven't bitten them in days.<br />
Yawn.<br />
Where are the subjects? I grow weary of their absence. I certainly did not grant permission for this extended leave from my presence. How dare they ignore me this long? I shall be sure to pay them back during their repose tonight.<br />
Sigh.<br />
Ah, finally. My subjects have returned, no doubt with some tokens of their affection with which they shall shower me. I shall receive them in the western chamber. But, oh, what is that hideous noise they make? It pierces the ears, shattering the calm.<br />
What?<br />
What is that thing?<br />
I do not grant is presence, remove it at once.<br />
Hiss.<br />
You dare approach me? Peasant! Back, before I release my full fury on your tiny carcass. Subjects, I am most displeased. You think this <i>thing </i>will amuse the likes of me.<br />
I think not.<br />
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