#Excerpt from WAR KIDS (A Syrian Story) by H J Lawson @hjlawson1 #YA #BookClub #Fiction

Chapter 1 - JADA

“Wake up. Run.”

Jada wake up! I scream in my head.

Bracing myself, I take a deep breath and millions of tiny molecules fly up my nostrils and down my throat. What is this familiar taste? It reminds me of when I was young and played with chalk.

Where am I?

A cold shiver runs over my body as questions flood my mind. What happened? Why do I feel like I’m covered in dust? Father never trained me for this… are they going to kidnap me the same way they did him?

I’m terrified to see what awaits me. But I force myself to open my eyes. In a flash, like a lightning bolt, I see the unthinkable horror in front of me.

A blurred image of a young boy stands trembling at the end of my hospital bed, his bewildered face covered in dust and tears. I can see his dazzling white teeth as he screams... Why can’t I hear him? Oh my God, what has happened to the poor child? Where is his mother?

Where is mine? Why can’t I hear anything… is this real or a crazy nightmare?

I frantically look around for my mother, but I don’t see her anywhere.

Mother where are you?

With a sheet of gray dust over my face, it reminds me of when my mother and I would play dress up and she would add blush to my cheeks. I wish I could go back to those happier times, before the war, to when I could just be a child.

But those times have gone.

The gray walls of the hospital are like a snowy day in the city, yet they crumble in front of my eyes. A blaring light fights against the protective cover of the few blind slats on the window that survived the attack. Where is the light coming from? It’s the middle of the night! Is my mind playing tricks on me?

The smell of death is all around me.

As I shift uneasily on the bed, the plastic material squeaks against my sticky, sweaty skin. No! I have to stay quiet and not draw attention to myself.

I look at the bed next to me. The overhead light has fallen down, and sparks are flying from the ceiling. I see the same dusty gray layer, but it is turning blood-red. An elderly man is slumped over.

As the light continues to flash, I see him more clearly.

He has large, overgrown eyebrows on his small wrinkled face, and there is blood seeping through his clothes. He is dying right in front of me.

We stare at each other, frozen in shock. Not daring to speak, his dark eyes hold my gaze. His thin, straight lips start to slowly part. Fear floods through me. I shake my head and plead at him with my eyes.

Please don’t make a sound!

The old man’s eyebrows rise up, and he silently mouths, “Run.” The hairs on the back my neck prickles to the rhythm of my terrified heart, but I remain still, too afraid to move.

Someone help me, anyone! I cannot do this!

I have to move… get out of here before they get me. I slowly shift myself to the edge of the bed.  My legs are numb, and my toes are tingling. My body is weak, but I have to stay strong.

As I look down on the floor beside me, where my feet are about to land, I see a dust-covered body. It is the caring lady doctor, the one who was looking after me. Faith. I can see glimpses of her golden strands of hair through the soot.

Not Faith!

I remember her soft voice as I faded in and out of consciousness, and the blurred image of her peering over me like a beautiful angel, telling me everything would be okay and that she would protect me. Tears pour down my face as I gaze at her now lifeless body.

Suddenly the silence is broken by the sounds of screaming. I cover my ears to block the unbearable noise. Screaming everywhere, all around me.

This is not a dream; this is a true- life nightmare.

Light beams hit my face, and a door open. As my eyes adjust, I begin see the shadows in the doorway.

I can't stay. I have no choice.

Soldiers are standing in the doorway, a sea of blue helmets with sage and brown camouflage, with black jackets projecting their heartless bodies, their faces covered by gas masks. Their belts bulge with water bottles. I'm so thirsty for just one tiny drop…get the taste of chalk out of my mouth.

Big black boots stand amongst the debris, sturdy, confident. Each soldier holds one hand over the long barrel of a gun, the other over the trigger. Poised, ready.  My heart skips another beat.

There are too many of them. Even if I had my gun, I wouldn’t be able to kill them all. But maybe enough to make a run for it…

My father was teaching me how to use a gun before he was kidnapped over a year ago, when I was thirteen. All I wanted to do was stay in bed and cry, but Mother dragged me out and forced me to continue. I lashed out at her and begged her to leave me to grieve for my father, but she insisted.

I’m a perfect shot now.

“Run, child, run!” the dying man screams to me.

I leap off the bed and land on Faith.

“Ouch!” she grunts.

Oh my God… She’s alive!

As I crouch down beside her, the sounds of footsteps get closer.

“Faith, I'm so sorry… are you okay? What's happening?” I gasp.

“Run!” she yells. “RUN!”

I jump up and grab the bewildered young boy in front of me. The soldiers are coming; they are bloody coming!

“Come on, we have to get out of her,” I say to him.

A soldier reaches out and grabs the child’s arm.

“Ouch!” he cries.

“Get off him!” It feels like a golf ball is in my mouth. I stutter as I squeal, and the boy’s eyes look like they’re going to explode.

“Leave him alone; you are hurting him!”

But the solider is too strong and continues to pull. With one fast swoop, the boy is out of my hand and the solider picks him up in his arms.

The child screams and thrashes his arms and legs in a violent rage.

“Leave him alone!”  I shout again.

“Kid, we’re here to help! I mean you no harm,” the solider informs me as he marches away.

Here to help?! Does he think I’m crazy?

The room begins to spin, my mind cannot handle this. Oh God, they’re moving forward, they soldiers are coming from me now!

I turn away from them and start to run without looking back.  I have no choice. There is nothing else I can do.

I have to keep moving… it’s the only way to get out of here alive. Bodies are strewn everywhere, some small and wrapped in blankets. All covered with the gray dust.

What the hell is going on?!

Hayley Lawson is the author of War Kids. She has written a young adult contemporary novel set in Syria; a story about the Syrian Civil war though the eyes of children.

She was born in Lancaster, England. Growing up in a single parent household with five other siblings; was hard, and also character building.

As a young child she found a passion for drawing, and continued this into adulthood, graduating from the University of Central Lancashire, England with a BA(Hons) in fashion design.

At aged twenty seven, Hayley and her husband packed up their belongings for a lifelong dream to move to California. Her America dream was complete with the birth of her daughter. Her love for traveling, continued after the birth of her daughter traveling around America with the family, and the best travelled dog.

A new job positioned opened up New York, and the family decide to relocate to Long Island, NY, which is where she currently resides.

On August 21 she was moved by the images of the Syrian conflict, and embarked on an unlikely journey of writing her first novel.

All profits from the book will be going to the save the children charity.

When fourteen-year-old Jada wakes up in a hospital, the last thing she thinks is that her life has completely changed forever. But when the very real civil war forces her to flee from every open space, she must use the firearm skills her father taught her to reunite with him and protect herself. Armed with a single gun and a key to an unknown locker, Jada crosses Syria on a journey with a group of children called the Fearless Freedom Fighters. With the leader, Zak, they mount a plan to rescue their fathers while they try to cope with the merciless murders of their families. As Jada and Zak lead the group together, love blossoms, but with soldiers hot on their tail, they need to stay vigilant in the face of war.

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Very interesting story, very powerful. I can really feel the emotion...Peter

This book really touches my heart because there is so much truth is in this book. The detail is so brilliantly displayed, its beautifuly written. There are pretty intense chapters, its good... scrap that its excellent. Loe the work ...although I am upset. I know this is a fictional story, but I just can't help but feel extremely bad for all the lost lives especially the innocent and young ones...Saddy

A REMARKABLE BOOK, DEMANDS TO BE READ Goodreads review from Joe Eliseon

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The Wings of Dragons (The Dragoon Saga) by @JoshVanBrakle #AmReading #Fantasy #YA

Grasping the rock Balear had thrown at him, Iren whipped around and launched it, not bothering to aim or even care what he hit.

In truth, he could damage little. His chamber had little adornment: a hard bed with three discarded blankets and a dresser with the few outfits he’d fished from the trash. The only object of merit was a large painting hung on the wall beside the dresser. As if guided by fate, the rock struck its frame, and the artwork clattered to the floor.

The harsh sound yanked Iren from his temper. He knelt and retrieved both the stone and the fallen painting. They were his finest treasures. The stone, little more than a black pebble, had come from the ocean. The surf had tossed it until it had worn perfectly smooth. Years ago, one of the castle children had brought it home, but his mother had commanded him to get rid of it. Iren swiped it that night, his only possession that had ever touched the sea.

As for the painting, while he couldn’t truly claim to own it, he still considered it his. It had hung in this tower since long before he arrived, yet it apparently held such low value that no one bothered to remove it when he took up residence. Still, he couldn’t help feeling a deep attachment to it, the only thing in his room he hadn’t stolen or pulled from the garbage.

Iren surveyed it closely. “No harm done,” he whispered with relief.

Returning the painting to the wall, Iren stepped back and took in its splendid image: a serpentine dragon. Though unsigned, the painting’s remarkable realism made the great beast almost come alive. Blue streaks and hairs off its spine accentuated its gleaming white body. Its wings stretched beyond the painting’s borders, so that they appeared to extend forever to the heavens. Though its mouth opened wide in a silent roar, its expression invoked not terror but majesty.

The painting’s frame held a small plaque that read, “Divinion, the Holy Dragon.” Iren smiled, proud of his unshared knowledge. It gave him a small satisfaction, knowing something the vast majority of the populace did not. Though everyone called Haldessa’s tallest spire the Tower of Divinion, few understood the name’s origin. Growing up, Iren overheard mothers tell their children that long ago, the tower served as a temple to worship dragons, sacred creatures that brought balance to the world.

Of course, no one used it for that purpose now. Nobody believed in the dragons anymore. Most had forgotten that they even had names, let alone what those names were.

As Iren looked at the dragon’s face in the artwork, though, for a moment he saw more than a painting. The creature stared out at the room with sky blue eyes, eyes that eerily matched Iren’s. Their gaze bored through his body, and a sudden hopelessness washed over him. Barely conscious of his actions, Iren backed away from the painting and collapsed on his bed, burying his head in his hands.

From fantasy author Josh VanBrakle comes an epic new trilogy of friendship, betrayal, and explosive magic. Lefthanded teenager Iren Saitosan must uncover a forgotten history, confront monsters inspired by Japanese mythology, and master a serpentine dragon imprisoned inside a katana to stop a revenge one thousand years in the making.

Lodian culture declares lefthanded people dangerous and devil-spawned, and for Iren, the kingdom's only known Left, that's meant a life of social isolation. To pass the time and get a little attention, he plays pranks on the residents of Haldessa Castle. It's harmless fun, until one of his stunts nearly kills Lodia's charismatic heir to the throne. Now to avoid execution for his crime, Iren must join a covert team and assassinate a bandit lord. It's a suicide mission, and Iren's chances aren't helped when he learns that his new katana contains a dragon's spirit, one with a magic so powerful it can sink continents and transform Iren into a raging beast.

Adding to his problems, someone on Iren's team is plotting treason. When a former ally launches a brutal plan to avenge the Lefts, Iren finds himself trapped between competing loyalties. He needs to figure out who - and how - to trust, and the fates of two nations depend on his choice.

"A fast-paced adventure...led by a compelling cast of characters. Josh VanBrakle keeps the mysteries going." - ForeWord Reviews

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#ReviewShare #Fantasy #YA - Sophia: Within by Jordana Lizama @JordyLizama

Sophia: Within by Jordana Lizama
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Actual rating is 3.5 stars

In this engaging tale we follow one seemingly normal girl who ends up being thrown into a battle that threatens to cause disaster for humanity. Along with Alec who is a mind reader, the pair must do their best to protect the world. I felt the author brilliantly captured the magnitude and danger of the situation throughout, with such a threat being present I was immersed in the story from the beginning.

The real strength of the book lies with the characters, Sophia is a fantastic protagonist whose qualities make her compelling to watch as the shocking events unfold around her. I felt her motives and actions were believable throughout and I enjoyed following her journey, she seemed to grow as the plot progressed which is realistic considering what she experiences. Alec was intriguing as well, he added to the overall strength of the story and that is one of the biggest compliments I can give.

Overall the author has taken a plot idea that clearly had a lot of potential and they have brought it to life through each page of this book. From start to finish my interest was held and I personally believe teenagers and adults would definitely enjoy this piece of literature.

Disclosure - As a Quality Reads UK Book Club member, I received a free copy of this book in exchange for my honest review. I received no monetary compensation for my book review. This book review is based on my thoughts, opinion and understanding of the book. This book review does not reflect the opinion of other book club members.


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#ReviewShare #YA #Paranormal - Haunted by @EileenMaksym

Haunted by Eileen Maksym
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

There is something about ghost stories that appeals to me greatly, the fantastic mixture of suspense and the unknown creates a compelling situation where you simply daren’t stop reading. I’m happy to report that this book delivered healthy amounts of the above elements. We follow three friends whose passion for ghosts lands them in danger when they decide to investigate a local house.

The plot felt like a breathless ride to me and the romantic element that has been added only increased my enjoyment, it felt like there was more at stake simply because of the extra emotions involved. In my opinion the author deserves great credit for the creation of the three main characters, as much as I liked them individually their real appeal came from their group friendship.

It was believable and I found myself greatly invested in their collective journey. There are certainly enough twists and turns to keep even the most seasoned of readers on their toes which is always a massive positive, after all, when you are confronted with unexpected outcomes in the plot the story becomes all the more exciting.

Overall I can draw a lot of positives from reading this book. I thoroughly enjoyed it and will be keeping my eye out for further work from Eileen Maksym.

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THE REALITY MASTER (Vol. 1) by @PMPillon #GoodReads #BookClub #SciFi

DISCOVERY IN BIG SUR

Joey was unable to discern why he felt apprehension about traveling to Big Sur, which previously had induced nothing but pure joy for him. Frank stayed overnight at Joey’s to make sure they got an early start Saturday morning for the two-hour drive down the coast to Grandpa Karl’s digs. They brought along plenty of camping equipment. Grandpa Karl hated phones, so they weren’t concerned that he didn’t call to confirm he was back from his trip back east. They would manage at his place even if he wasn’t there, sleeping in a tent and shopping for groceries further south along the coast highway. Karl lived in a one-room shack, and although they could all fit on his floor with sleeping bags, it was more fun to pitch a large tent and manage their own schedules. Unlike his life at home where he struggled to get up for school, Joey always jumped up at first light when he was in Big Sur. He loved the smell of moist pines and redwoods, the frigid, misty mornings, being surrounded by forest, within earshot of loudly barking sea lions cavorting along the ocean’s edge. Joey didn’t have to go far from Grandpa Karl’s to where he could watch these exotic creatures, as well as seals and sea otters, gallivanting and floating among the rocks and kelp. 

Once he even saw Gray Whales passing by as they migrated south to their winter breeding grounds in Baja California. On their way to Big Sur they passed by Carmel where tourists actually pay a road fee just to drive around Carmel looking at the plush homes that they heard celebrities like Doris Day, Clint Eastwood, or Paul Simon lived in at one time. But the drive further down the coast to and along Big Sur is a completely different story from carefully carved Carmel. The winding road is flanked by guard rails that don’t always prevent a car’s plunge down a steep incline and even into the ocean. Just the previous week, a woman had gone off the road and down a steep embankment, and was only rescued two days later because she managed to get to her cell phone and call for help. 

As Joey contemplated the woman’s plight, he thought of the famous rock musician who was reputed to be a physics genius; found dead in his car long after it went off a road and fell into thick brush. But that accident was far from the coast, somewhere east of LA. There were rumors about the last communications from the musician darkly suggesting his possible assassination because of some great mathematical discovery that he was on the verge of achieving. While pondering this, Joey developed a feeling of cold on the back of his neck; it seemed his body might be communicating a warning to him. What warning could it be? I’m no genius like that rock star. He shook his head and tried to dismiss the thought by looking out the car window at the scenery. Then Frank engaged him in conversation, and he forgot the strange sensation. It was a typically sunny day in the Bay Area when they started out in the morning, but it was drizzling in Big Sur. This was actually ideal from Joey’s view point because the flora looked especially beautiful with drops of rain on it and puddles everywhere, and the moisture brought out wonderful fragrances.    

Eventually, they turned off the coastal highway, wending their way along the bumpy, pocked private road that brought them to Grandpa Karl’s abode. He drove an ancient 1948 Ford truck that he managed to keep going by scavenging parts wherever he could. Because of this scavenging, there were quite a few auto parts near his shack, enough to ironically mimic a junkyard in the midst of a natural paradise.
Many people in Big Sur were essentially bohemians who rebelled against pressure to conform to orthodox aesthetic standards. In this respect, they were like many residents of Bolinas on the coast above San Francisco, a town that is locally famous for its hippie and iconoclastic population, much of which likewise junkyard their otherwise picturesque properties. Bolinas is a beach town that isn’t tree-laden like Big Sur, but Mendocino, a short distance north, sports a mil ion of acres of dense forest. Big Sur residents became the subject of a school report by Joey after the one he wrote about San Francisco. Many of them could be described as relics of the old 60’s counterculture. 

His celestial companion was waiting for him

Precariously climbing a sea-side cliff near Big Sur, ten-year-old Joey Blake was as yet unaware that near his grasp was an object, so odd, mysterious and alien to earth that it would change his life forever and the lives of countless others in the next few astonishing days. Reaching up as far as he could for a handhold it was just there; it had subconsciously lured him, occupied his mind, and made him find it. It was like he was meant to see and discover this object of unimaginable power … the power to change reality.

Time travel and more
This young adult series of sci-fi fantasy novels begins with The Reality Master and continues through four other exciting and amazing stories about time travel and mysterious alien devices. Joey and the reader will face dangerous shadowy criminal organizations, agents of the NSA, bizarre travelers from other times and even renegade California bikers and scar-faced walking dead.

- Vol 1 The Reality Master
- Vol 2 Threat To The World
- Vol 3 Travel Beyond
- Vol 4 Missions Through Time
- Vol 5 The Return Home

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Lights Over Emerald Creek #Excerpt by @ShelleyDavidow #SciFi #YA #AmReading

The Return

‘Is that a light?’ he whispered.

Further down the creek, over the water, she saw a familiar sight: a beautiful, round blue glow hung in the air, and Lucy had no fear. It was hard to play and talk at the same time. She kept playing and the light expanded. She felt Jonathan’s trembling presence. It’s real, she thought. Utterly real.

‘Hold me, if you can,’ she said above her music.

‘What?’

‘My shoulders.’

He scrambled and stood behind her, and placed warm unsteady hands on her shoulders. The music expanded, the notes lengthened so that they played over one another. The air thickened, and the blue light cast giant shadows as it moved closer towards them. Lucy saw herself and her wheelchair as a massive dark caricature on the sand next to the creek. Jonathan’s shadow loomed next to hers — an oblique, strange giant. Her heart sang. Every atom of her body was one with the music, then the light engulfed them, and there was no more division between girl and instrument, between the light and her substance, between her and Jonathan. Weightless and windborne, Lucy closed her eyes, blinded by the light which drew her into itself, aware only of speed and sound as all sense of orientation dissolved. Time warped over her head, and she flowed along with it, losing track of it.

‘Jesus Effing Christ.’

She heard his words, and blinked.

She’d never imagined Jonathan capable of expletives, but life was full of surprises. When Lucy’s eyes finally adjusted, they burned with tears. Her heart expanded with unstoppable joy.

Jonathan lay on his back, bathed in pink light, on a familiar, soft, sea-edge, swearing softly to himself.

Low, dense vapours swept around them.

The wheelchair lay on its side, next to her cello. She was curled up in a foetal position, her hands clasped around her knees, holding the end of her bow. Slowly she unfolded herself and stretched. Bending her legs at the knees, she relished the stretch of her calves, the feelings of pins and needles in her toes. She stretched her legs out in front of her and sat up, crossing them.

‘Did you say something?’ she said. She wiped an errant tear from the corner of one eye. She leaned forward, held her own ankles and felt her hands on them.

‘Holy Shit,’ Jonathan said, and came up on his elbows.

‘Keep it up,’ Lucy said. ‘I like this new talent of yours. Didn’t know you had such a store of foul language.’ She looked into his face, which for the moment, resembled a desperate trout swimming upstream.

‘Christ, Lucy, look at you!’

She got up and stretched her arms over her head, holding her bow as she stood on her tiptoes, an inadvertent ballerina.

‘You’re … standing!’

She ran towards him through the mists and dense fog, trailing her fingers through the strange atmosphere, briefly looking behind her as small eddies swirled up into the mist and spiralled out behind her.

Lucy Wright, sixteen and a paraplegic after a recent car accident that took her mother’s life, lives in Queensland on a 10,000 acre farm with her father. When Lucy investigates strange lights over the creek at the bottom of the property, she discovers a mystery that links the lights to the science of cymatics and Scotland’s ancient Rosslyn Chapel.

But beyond the chapel is an even larger mystery. One that links the music the chapel contains to Norway’s mysterious Hessdalen lights, and beyond that to Saturn and to the stars. Lucy’s discoveries catapult her into a parallel universe connected to our own by means of resonance and sound, where a newly emerging world trembles on the edge of disaster. As realities divide, her mission in this new world is revealed and she finds herself part of a love story that will span the galaxy.

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Heavyweight by MB Mulhall #AmReading #Fiction #YA

“What do you say, Jules? It’s not like we’ve got anything better to do.” She bats her eyes at her brother, who rolls his.

“Well, I could think of worse ways to spend a Friday night than staring at tight ends,” Julian finally says to Clay with a wink. I think my heart stops. Clay looks momentarily taken aback. Others at the table laugh it up, and I watch Julian from the corner of my eye. Is he being serious? Is it possible that the new kid is more like me than I realized? Too bad he hates me already.

My thoughts are interrupted when Clay nudges me.

“What?”

“You’re not eating.” He points at my untouched food. Rolling my eyes—obviously a teenage trend—I pick up the half sandwich and shove it in my mouth.

“Happy?” I snap after I successfully swallow it without choking. He doesn’t deserve the attitude, but I can’t help myself.

“Yes,” he replies as he hands me the apple. I grab it from his hand and bite into it. It makes a loud, satisfying crunch.

Mei-Li and Julian give us matching weird looks.

“Ian doesn’t like to eat,” Clay explains.

“I like eating just fine,” I counter. “I just don’t like eating a lot.” The twins look at each other, puzzled, before looking back at us. It’s kind of creepy to watch their identical movements.

“He has to stay in his weight class,” Clay says, “and he thought he could do that by starving himself.”

A red cloud of anger hovers in front of my eyes as I slam my hand down on the table.

“Enough!” I’m embarrassed that Julian knows one of my secrets now. Gathering my stuff, I stand up to leave.

“Hey, Ian, don’t go!” Clay is grabbing at my bag. I give him what must be a withering look, because he lets go and drops his head.

“I’ve got to see the coach.” It’s an excuse. I nod to Mei-Li but can’t meet Julian’s gaze.

I leave the cafeteria behind, headed for a bathroom. After a quick check to make sure no one else is there, I enter an empty stall where I perform my other dirty little secret. The one no one can ever find out about. The one they make afterschool TV specials about. The one that involves the second coming of my lunch.

Secrets. Their weight can be crushing, but their release can change everything—and not necessarily for the better. Ian is no stranger to secrets. Being a gay teen in a backwater southern town, Ian must keep his orientation under wraps, especially since he spends a lot of time with his hands all over members of the same sex, pinning their sweaty, hard bodies to the wrestling mat.

When he’s trying not to stare at teammates in the locker room, he’s busy hiding another secret—that he starves himself so he doesn’t get bumped to the next weight class.

Enter Julian Yang, an Adonis with mesmerizing looks and punk rocker style. Befriending the flirtatious artist not only raises suspicion among his classmates, but leaves Ian terrified he’ll give in to the desires he’s fought to ignore.

As secrets come to light, Ian’s world crumbles. Disowned, defriended, and deserted by nearly everyone, Ian’s one-way ticket out of town is revoked, leaving him trapped in a world he hates—and one that hates him back.

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