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Monday, December 31, 2012

New Posts for a New Year

New excerpts, artwork, and promotions for the Time Trip series will be arriving soon! 

2013 will certainly be a banner year for our two young explorers.



Monday, December 17, 2012

Adventure 4 Teaser

A journey through history unlike anything you've ever read.

The upcoming release in the TIME TRIP series will push the boundaries once again, sending Zammie and Kyla on an epic path across three continents as they experience the lead up, breaking point, and culmination of war and its impact on the children who had to live through it.



TIME TRIP ADVENTURE 4: 
KILLING FOR COUNTRY

AVAILABLE MARCH 2013!

That Animal Will Kill You


Harriet looked around for a place to hide, but what good would that do? She could hear the panting of the dog now and the pounding of its paws on the grassy path behind them.
It was within a hundred yards and closing fast.
“You all run,” said Robert. “I’ll stay and fight it off.”
“You crazy!” said Henry. “That animal will kill you!”
“Get outta here!” Robert yelled.
Harriet began pushing everyone else to run. “Let’s go!” she said. Her voice held with conviction, but her heart was aching at the thought of Robert’s sacrifice.
          Zammie took two steps when something caught his eye in the moonlight.
          “Where you going, Zammie?” asked Kyla.
          Zammie picked up a large branch that had fallen from a tree. He ran it back to Robert and held it up to him.
          “My uncle used a broom handle to beat down a Doberman once when it was attacking my cousin,” said Zammie. “Maybe you can use this on this dog.”
          Robert took the tree branch and held it like an axe. It was a little shorter than a broom handle but it was thick like the fat end of a baseball bat and just as firm.
          “You get goin’, boy,” said Robert. “I don’ want you ‘round if I miss.”
          “Then don’t miss,” said Zammie.
          “Come on, Zammie!” said Kyla.
          Zammie began running with Kyla back up the trail towards Harriet, but his curiosity got the better of him. He stopped and turned back to see the black and brown Bloodhound charging down on Robert.
          “Come on, Zam . . .mie . . .” Kyla’s voice trailed off when she saw the snarling animal jump towards Robert.
          In the limited moonlight being filtered in through the leafless branches it was difficult for the children to make out exactly what happened next.
          But the noise that was heard left little to the imagination.
          Robert stood his ground as the hound bore down on him. He imagined he had a brand new rail-splitting mallet in his hands, and all he was going to do was crack a perfect line straight down this monstrous stump.
          He showed no fear to the animal as he wound back his arms, but the awful, guttural barking of the dog was making his heart pound with adrenaline.
          Once it was within six feet the ninety-pound Bloodhound leapt from the ground and headed straight for Robert’s exposed neck.
          For a split-second Robert lost sight of the dog as it flew through a shadow, but then he could see it clearly again as a pastel moonbeam reflected off its eyes.
          Robert swung the branch with purpose and meaning. He had so much angst built up that he began humming a high tone involuntarily for a second as he swung the piece of lumber. He unleashed a lifetime’s worth of stored up pain, misery, and humiliation; over thirty years of being locked down by his master while believing he was capable of something more in this life. 

-- "That Animal Will Kill You"
from Time Trip #2:
A Ride on the Underground Railroad



TIME TRIP ADVENTURE 4
KILLING FOR COUNTRY  
Available at Amazon.com!

TIME TRIP ADVENTURE 1
THE JOURNEY TO ANCIENT GREECE 
Available at Amazon.com!

TIME TRIP ADVENTURE 2
A RIDE ON THE UNDERGROUND RAILROAD
Available at Amazon.com!

TIME TRIP ADVENTURE 3
WITNESS TO THE FIRST THANKSGIVING 
Available at Amazon.com!  

Sunday, December 16, 2012

You Stink!



“Kyla!” Zammie yelled when he first saw me. It was him! He ran over and gave me a hug. He was wearing a tanned leather deer skin like a small poncho and he had animal grease smeared all over his arms and green and white lines painted on his face.  
“You stink!” he told me after our embrace. “When was the last time you took a bath?”
“Hey! You’re not so clean yourself.” I thought for a second how long it had been since I had bathed, and I realized that I hadn’t at all. I had gone months without a bath as had just about everyone else. I’m sure we all reeked something horrible. “Have you been with the Indians all this time? I thought I was never going to find you!”
“I’ve been with them for months! They’ve taught me how to hunt, how to shoot a bow and arrow. They taught me about all the different trees and animals around here. It’s been better than summer camp.”
“What is all this?” asked Captain Standish.
“Apparently that’s her long lost cousin,” said Mr. Winslow.
         “So she is an Indian!” said Captain Standish. “I knew it all along." 

-- "You stink!" 
from Time Trip #3: Witness to the First Thanksgiving 


TIME TRIP ADVENTURE 4
KILLING FOR COUNTRY  
Available at Amazon.com!

TIME TRIP ADVENTURE 1
THE JOURNEY TO ANCIENT GREECE 
Available at Amazon.com!

TIME TRIP ADVENTURE 2
A RIDE ON THE UNDERGROUND RAILROAD
Available at Amazon.com!

TIME TRIP ADVENTURE 3
WITNESS TO THE FIRST THANKSGIVING 
Available at Amazon.com!  

Thursday, December 13, 2012

Like Mosquitoes on a Placid Like


          Zammie walked over to help Kyla stack some of the chipped, maroon tiles when a glimmer in the sky caught his attention. He looked up and saw three planes set amongst the pale blue backdrop like mosquitoes on a placid like. This is it, isn’t it? Zammie watched the lead plane for a moment when suddenly it began to turn at a tight angle, nearly circling completely around.
          Too late to do anything now. I wonder what will happen to us? I should grab Kyla and run . . . but where? There’s no time.
          “What are you doing, Zammie? Help us.” Kyla was still bustling along like a good soldier.
          Zammie felt helpless. All the energy left his body. He bent over to pick up one of the square-foot tiles and it felt like a lead anvil in his hand. 
          
          Suddenly a bright light appeared less than a mile away right above the southern skyline. 


Still from the Barefoot Gen anime.



TIME TRIP ADVENTURE 4
KILLING FOR COUNTRY  
Available at Amazon.com!

TIME TRIP ADVENTURE 1
THE JOURNEY TO ANCIENT GREECE 
Available at Amazon.com!

TIME TRIP ADVENTURE 2
A RIDE ON THE UNDERGROUND RAILROAD
Available at Amazon.com!

TIME TRIP ADVENTURE 3
WITNESS TO THE FIRST THANKSGIVING 
Available at Amazon.com!  

Monday, December 10, 2012

Time Trip #4 Teaser: Gettysburg

"We'll fight them, sir, 'til hell freezes over, and then, sir, we will fight them on the ice."
-- A Confederate soldier at Gettysburg




TIME TRIP ADVENTURE 4
KILLING FOR COUNTRY  
To be released in March 2013


TIME TRIP ADVENTURE 1
THE JOURNEY TO ANCIENT GREECE 
Available at Amazon.com!

TIME TRIP ADVENTURE 2
A RIDE ON THE UNDERGROUND RAILROAD
Available at Amazon.com!

TIME TRIP ADVENTURE 3
WITNESS TO THE FIRST THANKSGIVING 
Available at Amazon.com! 

Saturday, December 8, 2012

Parisian Police


Abraham was just about to open a new bottle of red wine when there was a knock at the door. He instantly fell back to Earth. Even before answering he knew who it was and who they were looking for.
“Evening officers,” he said. There were two Parisian policemen in dark blue uniforms standing on the porch of his small house.
“Evening, Mister Grynszpan. Is Herschel at home?”
“No, I told you before. He has left. We have not seen him for weeks.”
“I know you’ve told us that before, Mister Grynszpan, but we have received reports of a teenage boy entering and leaving your house late at night.”
“From who?” asked Abraham. “Who’s telling you these stories?”
“May we come inside, Mister Grynszpan?”
“Now? But I am just sitting down for supper.”
“I am truly sorry, Mister Grynszpan. It won’t take but a moment.”
          “Tomorrow,” said Abraham. “Come back tomorrow—“
          The second of the two officers, the much larger one, stepped up to Abraham, towering over him, and pushed the door open. He brushed past Abraham and entered the house.
          “What are you doing?” asked Abraham. “You have no right!” He did his best to feign indignation, but they all knew he was guilty of harboring a fugitive.
          “This will just take a moment, Mister Grynszpan,” repeated the first officer.
          The larger officer stomped through the tiny house, opening doors and ruffling through closets. After several minutes of searching and researching the domicile the large officer finally gave up.
          “I told you he’s not here,” said Abraham. His heart was pounding and he tried to hide the shaking in his hands. If only these officers knew exactly how close they were.
          “So you say. When he returns I want you to call us, is that understood, Mister Grynszpan? What you are doing is illegal, and you’ve worked too hard here in Paris to be locked up in jail for doing something so stupid.”
          The officer looked at Chawa, smiled and nodded. “Madam.” Then he turned and walked out of the house with the larger officer following closely behind.
          Abraham closed the door with his trembling hands. “Wine. Please.”
          Chawa brought him a glass of red wine and he drank it down in one gulp.
          “Animals,” she said. “Barging into our home like that.”
          “They’re just doing their job, Chawa.”
          “Their job is to interrupt your supper and search through my closet--?”
          She stopped when she heard the steps behind her. They both looked over to see their teenage nephew Herschel, now seventeen years old, creeping towards the front window to see if the police were gone. He had grown a couple inches since arriving in France. His hair was a rich, dark brown and his piercing eyes crackled with electricity.
          “You cannot stay here any longer.” Abraham stepped towards Herschel.
          Herschel knew this day would come at some point, but he was still taken by surprise to actually hear his uncle say the words.

-- Parisian Police 
from Time Trip #4: Killing For Country 



TIME TRIP ADVENTURE 4
KILLING FOR COUNTRY  
Available at Amazon.com!

TIME TRIP ADVENTURE 1
THE JOURNEY TO ANCIENT GREECE 
Available at Amazon.com!

TIME TRIP ADVENTURE 2
A RIDE ON THE UNDERGROUND RAILROAD
Available at Amazon.com!

TIME TRIP ADVENTURE 3
WITNESS TO THE FIRST THANKSGIVING 
Available at Amazon.com!  

Wednesday, December 5, 2012

Food from Time Trip #2: Potlikker


"Harriet, Kyla, Zammie, and Joseph all sat at a small wooden table eating plates of a dish Millie called “pot likker”. She had boiled some greens and onions in water with some salted ham and had used the liquid as a stock to pour over ashcakes and dumplings she had made from cornmeal.
The cabin was basically just one room with a small kitchen area although Millie did most of the cooking outside on a wood stove. The food was good and filling. Harriet knew it was probably more than Millie could afford to be giving out under normal circumstances. Harriet had a dollar that she tried to give to Millie for payment, but Millie refused it. Harriet later gave the money to little Joseph and told him to give it to his mother after they left."

-- from Time Trip #2: 
A Ride On the Underground Railroad

Greens in potlikker with dumplings.




Read more about Potlikker in this article from The Atlantic.



TIME TRIP ADVENTURE 4
KILLING FOR COUNTRY  
Available at Amazon.com!

TIME TRIP ADVENTURE 1
THE JOURNEY TO ANCIENT GREECE 
Available at Amazon.com!

TIME TRIP ADVENTURE 2
A RIDE ON THE UNDERGROUND RAILROAD
Available at Amazon.com!

TIME TRIP ADVENTURE 3
WITNESS TO THE FIRST THANKSGIVING 

Available at Amazon.com!  

Monday, December 3, 2012

We Got Stowaways!


There were three sharp knocks on the wood plank at the front of the wagon.
          “Oh! That’s the signal, children,” said Harriet. She sprang up and gave three knocks back on the plank.
          “What signal?” asked Kyla.
          “Someone’s comin’,” said Harriet. “We need to hide ourselves in case it’s a slave-catcher.”
          Harriet pulled at one of the planks that made up the floor of the wagon bed and it lifted up. She slid the false floor plank to the side revealing a small compartment below.
          “Quick, hide in here! Lay down flat!”
          The two cousins dropped down into the tight compartment and Harriet laid down beside them before pulling the plank back over for cover. Zammie couldn’t see anything in the darkness, but he could hear more horses galloping towards them. Daniel slowed the wagon down. The sounds of additional horses could be heard stepping and neighing around the wagon. The light of lanterns filtered through the cracks in the wood.
          “Awful late to be travelling alone, ain’t it?” said one of the horsemen.
          “Agreed,” said Daniel. “Tryin’ to get home before the missus gets angry.”
          Kyla felt like she was in a coffin. She was crammed tightly between Harriet and Zammie and the thin dust from the wood of the wagon was tickling her nose.
          “You haven’t seen any runaways on your journey, have ya?” asked one of the horsemen.
          “Not tonight,” answered Daniel. “You missin’ slaves?”
          “Not us, but a couple of the local farmers are.”
          “Ah, bounty hunters,” said Daniel.
          Zammie could hear one of the horses trotting around the wagon to the rear.
          “Mind if we check the contents of your wagon, sir?” asked the rider of the horse.
          “You won’t find a thing back there,” said Daniel.
          “We’ll check anyway if ya don’t mind,” said the first rider.
          Zammie heard the wagon gate open. Then he heard boot steps clunking on the plank just inches above his head.
          “Anything?” asked the first rider from the road.
          Zammie held his breath to keep from making any noise at all.
Then it happened…
          “Ha-choo!
          Zammie’s eyes went big. Kyla had sneezed.
          “What was that?” asked the first rider.
          “What have we here?” said the rider in the wagon.
          Kyla felt the blood drain out of her face when she heard the man grasping for the niche in the false floor plank above them. A second later the plank was lifted and tossed away. The light of the lantern filled the thin compartment in which the three of them were hiding.
          “We got stowaways!” said the man.
          In that instant Harriet sent a kick with all of her might straight into the midsection of the slave-catcher leaning over them. The power of the kick sent the man sprawling backwards where he fell off the edge of the wagon landing flat on his back on the hard, cold road.
          “Come on, children!” said Harriet. “Let’s move!”
          Harriet grabbed Kyla by the wrist and Kyla grabbed Zammie by the wrist and the three of them bolted out of the wagon onto the road and disappeared into the dark woods.



-- "We Got Stowaways!" 
from Time Trip #2: A Ride On the Underground Railroad


TIME TRIP ADVENTURE 4
KILLING FOR COUNTRY  
Available at Amazon.com!

TIME TRIP ADVENTURE 1
THE JOURNEY TO ANCIENT GREECE 
Available at Amazon.com!

TIME TRIP ADVENTURE 2
A RIDE ON THE UNDERGROUND RAILROAD
Available at Amazon.com!

TIME TRIP ADVENTURE 3
WITNESS TO THE FIRST THANKSGIVING 

Available at Amazon.com!