Karen’s Killer Book Bench: Rebirth by J. Morgan


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      Scrolls of Eternity ~ Book One

     Desert Breeze Publishing


Field trips suck! 

Well, normally they do. When a visit to the local museum includes, gunmen, Egyptian gods, and, oh yeah, superpowers, Patrick Hughes thinks his life could use a little more boring. 

After accidently assuming the mantle of Horus, the Egyptian God of War, he is about to take Superhero 101 for extra credit. With the help of his substitute history teacher, who just so happens to be Anubis God of the Dead, Patrick takes a crash course in what it takes to be a hero. 

Too bad time is running out. Sutekh the God of Chaos has his eye on taking over the world. Unless he gets the hang of being a superhero and quick, getting an F will be the least of Patrick’s worries. Will Patrick’s first test at being a superhero be his last, or will he become the hero he was born to be?

      Scrolls of Eternity ~ Book One

     Desert Breeze Publishing


His first real look at the Orb erased the snarl from his lips. The thing was glowing. Blue fire swirled inside the heart of the stone. His eyes burned from the sight of it growing to a near blinding radiance. As badly as he wanted to close them, something held them open. As it reached a pale blue tinged whiteness, something crawled through the light. His focus tightened, and it looked like a man. The weirdness only strengthened its hold on him.

Then, a voice filled his head. “Patrick Hughes, let me in.”

“Don’t think so,” Patrick whispered. Disembodied voices weren’t on his buddy list, and especially one that froze him in place and made him watch freaky CGI.

“You are the only chance your friends have. If Sutekh gets his hand on the Orb, not only them, but your entire world will be forfeit.”

Patrick couldn’t believe his ears. He was just a kid. Even if this wasn’t some static electricity induced delusion, how could he save anyone? Those guys had guns for one thing. If that wasn’t enough, he was pretty sure accepting invitations from disembodied voices fell under the heading of not talking to strangers that his mom kept harping on and on about. Still, if he didn’t do something, he felt relatively certain that the voice would turn out to be right. People were gonna die. Squinting his eyes, he knew what he had to do. In the immortal words of Uncle Ben, “with great power comes great responsibility.” Or, in his case, with geeky conscience, comes stupid decisions.

“What do I have to do?” Resigned, he let his forehead bump against the glass.

“Open your heart, young warrior.”

Lightning shot through him! Literally! A dazzling blue beam of light sprang from the heart of the Orb. The second it touched him, every nerve ending went supersonic. The brush of air against his skin felt like grains of sand flowing over him. He tried to cry out, but his mouth refused to wrap around the scream he tasted on the tip of his tongue. Finally it came, a small strangled sob, as he was flung back. Twisting his body, he tried to catch himself on the edge of the display. All it earned him was a bone cracking thud, as his body smacked into the floor.

Fighting the blackness that crept along the edge of his vision, Patrick tried to lift his arms, but nothing happened. It was like that time his older sister Kasey had sat on him for accidentally blowing up her Barbies during an experiment to see if a giant bottle rocket could break the stratosphere with a pilot on board. She couldn’t understand it took three tries to make sure his hypothesis was wrong. Sisters, go figure, but this felt much worse. Like his body was blowing up only not going anywhere. Then, magically, it all went away. Since this definitely fell under that heading, he felt perfectly justified in using that apt description.

Lying there, he wondered where this all powerful voice had gotten to. He couldn’t very well save anyone flat on his back. Not that he thought he would in the first place. For all he knew, this had all been a dream. He probably passed out after the first shot had been fired. It wouldn’t be the first delusion brought on by too many hours in front of a video game, followed by a marathon comic book session. Only this time, it had felt so real. So had the last hundred times. It didn’t leave him much wiggle room in the plausible deniability department. Well, pretending to be the carpet wouldn’t solve anything. Pushing himself up, he brushed the hair out of his face.

Wait! That hand wasn’t his. Someone had stolen his hand and put somebody else’s hand on his arm. A big freaking hand! Shaking his head, he tried to clear his wonky head. That was hard with all the hair cascading across his face. Blowing it back, he took a closer look. Hold it! Now, his arm wasn’t his arm. Somebody stole John Cena’s arm and stuck it on him. And, where was all this hair coming from. Using Johnny boy’s hand, he tossed back enough hair to make an entire 80’s metal band out of his face. Then, the weirdest thing of all hit him. That wasn’t his body holding his head up. He scrambled back, nearly upending the partition behind him. What if his head wasn’t on his not body?

What the geez was going on? That voice had done something to him. Turned him into a professional wrestler. Or worse! Turned him into Jason Statham in a really bad wig. He’d never live that down.

wicked jmoAbout the author, J. Morgan…

After refusing to grow up, J. Morgan saw no other option for his future than to become a writer. It was the only way he could get to live inside his vivid imagination and not get medicated for his troubles. With numerous Comedy Romance novels under his belt, he decided to unleash his inner child upon the world.

Not content to spend the rest of his life playing with action figures and reading comic books, J. Morgan let his imagination take a turn at writing what he has always loved. The Scrolls of Infinity is his first foray into the Young Adult genre, but it won’t be his last. As long as his brain is stuck in the sixth grade, the stories will keep coming, because young at heart is his specialty.

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Burst_08**SPECIAL GIVEAWAY**:  J. is giving away an ecopy of REBIRTH, Scrolls of Eternity ~ Book One, to one lucky reader who comments on his **Author Peek** Interview or Killer Book Bench blogs. Don’t miss the chance to read this story!


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3 Responses to Karen’s Killer Book Bench: Rebirth by J. Morgan

  1. Karen Docter says:

    Good morning, J., and welcome back! I love the excerpt for this book. It will be so much fun to read the next one in the series. 🙂

  2. J. Morgan says:

    Thanks for having me. Just returned from dreaded day job. Glad you enjoyed the blog. Scrolls of Eternity has been a fun series to write. It’s almost like getting to be a kid again. Book Two was even more fun than Book One to play with.

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