I’m a retired high school English teacher. A devourer of booksgrowing up, my profession introduced me to writings and authors from times long
past.
Through my studies and teaching, I fell in love with the Ancient and
Medieval Worlds.
Medieval Worlds.
Now, I hope to inspire young readers and those Young-at-Heart
to read more through my Tales and Legends for Reluctant Readers set in these
worlds.
to read more through my Tales and Legends for Reluctant Readers set in these
worlds.
If they fail…
She could die over 3300 years from home!
Tackle the elements & evil of Ancient Egypt…
A history-changing battle & Time Travel Thriller…Fifteen-year-old Rosa doesn’t see dead people…
She hears them & talks to them.
A history-changing battle & Time Travel Thriller…Fifteen-year-old Rosa doesn’t see dead people…
She hears them & talks to them.
When she agrees to help King Tut’s ghost find his lost queen & clear his
family’s name, she doesn’t count on falling for him.
She & Tut must also outwit an evil pharaoh determined to stop them…
Even if it means one of them must die.
Get it today and see who triumphs.
2015 IAN Book of the Year Finalist YA
2015 CAL Book Award Finalist YA Fiction
2014 Literary Classics Seal of Approval
2015 Readers’ Favorite Finalist YA
2014 Literary Classics Silver Medal for PreTeen/Tween
2014 Literary Classics Silver Medal for PreTeen/Tween
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A shout from behind makes me turn. Tut is running
after me, but it is not his voice that ignites the terror in my heart. It is mine screaming
to hold on to life.
after me, but it is not his voice that ignites the terror in my heart. It is mine screaming
to hold on to life.
“No. No. NO!”
The force of the explosion flings me through the air like a rag doll. By the time I pick my head up a dense cloud of dust engulfs
me. Too late I cover my face.
me. Too late I cover my face.
I’m choking,
can’t breathe, can’t see! I’m dying!
can’t breathe, can’t see! I’m dying!
Arms encircle
my chest pulling
me backwards. My legs scrape
painfully across the debris- covered granite floor.
Another pair of arms lifts my legs.
Floating. That’s what it’s like. Dying is like floating
on air.
my chest pulling
me backwards. My legs scrape
painfully across the debris- covered granite floor.
Another pair of arms lifts my legs.
Floating. That’s what it’s like. Dying is like floating
on air.
My body touches solid
ground. Voices, whispers
really, penetrate my clogged brain.
I hope this is heaven.
ground. Voices, whispers
really, penetrate my clogged brain.
I hope this is heaven.
Without warning,
I start coughing and gagging. My brain screams
at me. “Fight! Breathe!”
I start coughing and gagging. My brain screams
at me. “Fight! Breathe!”
