At the end of last month, I gave you a sneak peek of the
first part of chapter one of
The Deliverers 2: Order of the Crystal Lion. Today, since I've completed the final edits on the book and submitted it to be laid out, I thought I'd share the rest of the chapter with you. Enjoy! By the way, here's the blurb that will be on the back cover of the book:
Who
will fight—for the Order, for freedom?
For
centuries, the Vynistri have been adding lion DNA to their servants, the
Chazum, using a device they call the Machine. Now an army of Chazum and
sympathetic Vynistri are waging a bloody civil war to overthrow the Vynistri’s
evil ruler, Chancellor Trelango. In their latest Assignment, the
Deliverers—Eric Scott, Stig the owl, Kate Endria and Hallo Tosis the dwarf—are charged
with putting an end to the fighting and restoring balance to the world. Aided
by a secret society called the Order of the Crystal Lion, Eric and the rest of
the Deliverers must overcome tragedy and loss to fight for freedom and
equality. Spurring them on is the Order’s belief that the long awaited Crystal
Lion has arrived to deliver the world. Is this true, or will Trelango destroy
them all?
The Deliverers 2: Order of the Crystal Lion
Chapter 1 Part 2
When he arrived home, he dragged his equipment past his mother
without a word, into his room, and flung himself on his bed.
He stared up at the ceiling, and rubbed his eyes with his hand. His
eyes blinked a couple of times, then closed.
Tap, tap. Tap.
Eric’s eyes opened. What was that? He sat up and looked around, but
did not see anything.
Tap, tap. Tap.
There it was again. Where was it coming from? Eric got up.
Tap, tap. Tap.
It sounded like it was coming from the window. Eric went over to it
and looked out. There, perched on a bush, sat a large white owl.
With a shout, Eric opened the window. The owl flew into the room and
landed on the bed. “What took you so long? I was starting to get cold,” the owl
said.
“Sorry Stig. I couldn’t figure out what that tapping sound was for a
minute.”
“Well, well, not to worry. I wasn’t really all that cold. Feathers really make marvelous insulation.”
“I guess they would,” Eric said.
“So, how have you been my boy?”
“Oh, okay, I guess. Things have been a little strange. My mom’s getting
a little freaky. She’s making me hang out with my cousins.”
“Splendid, splendid. It’s good to see that she’s encouraging you to
get out a little bit.”
“But my cousins aren’t really into the same stuff as me,” Eric explained.
“Well, but one cannot be afraid to try new things. Otherwise, you
never would have accompanied me on your first Assignment,” Stig said. “Don’t
you agree?”
“Oh, um, I suppose. But don’t you think…” Eric paused.
“Don’t I think, what?” Stig asked.
“Never mind. So what brings you here?”
“Ah yes. What indeed.” Stig ruffled his feathers and moved a little
closer to Eric. “The Gatekeeper has need of us.”
A thrill of excitement coursed through Eric. The Gatekeeper had sent
Eric on his first Assignment that past summer to save a small fishing village
called Calendria from an evil band of pirates. “You mean, he wants to send us
on another Assignment?”
“Quite so,” Stig said. “Everyone else has been assembled, and I was
sent to pick you up, that is, if you are up for it?”
“You bet! Let’s go!” Eric said. He was up and headed for his bedroom
door, then stopped short and turned to Stig. “Did you say that everyone else has been assembled?”
“Yes, yes I did,” Stig replied, a knowing glint in his golden eyes.
“So, it’s not just us that are being sent on the Assignment.”
“Oh no, this looks to be quite a big job, so the Gatekeeper thought
reinforcements might be needed on this one.”
“Reinforcements, so, like, who?” Eric asked, although he hoped he
knew the answer.
“Why, Kate and Hallo, of course,” the owl replied. “I thought you
might have guessed. I did tell you that your paths might cross again one day.”
“Awesome!” Eric said, pumping his fist in the air. “I was kind of
hoping they’d be coming. This is going to be so cool. It’ll be just like the
last time, better even! We’re all going on an Assignment. Sweet!”
“Well, yes, I’m glad you’re excited. I must admit that I am rather
excited myself,” Stig said. “But remember that each Assignment is very serious,
not a romp in the park. You may recall your first Assignment fondly, and I
daresay I do as well, but it was not without its dangers and trials, if you
recall. Assignments are perilous things.
“You should also know that nothing stays the same. Circumstances and
people change. You’ve changed, too, if I’m not totally mistaken.”