Thanks, Nancy. I
had an accident which gave me the opportunity to have several surgeries and
make doctors richer. Once they were done with me, I was great, but disabled. It
gave me the opportunity to write a book that I wish was out there to read. It
was great except for one thing. No one would publish it. I was lucky enough to
be published by Olympia Publishing and Requiem, Changing Times has been out
since September and is available in ebook & print.
BOOK BLURB
Clint
and Corbin are having a weird day. Best friends for life, things are getting a
little strange around their town, and at school. When they're followed by a
strange man looking for Clint and later attacked by an imp, it makes sense to
retreat to the safety of home. But when strangers from another world, Banks and
O'Neil, arrive with their medley of allies, things get even weirder. Why are
they here? What do they want? And what is The Requiem that everyone keeps
talking about? As Clint and his friends and family are drawn deeper into a
thrilling adventure, only one thing is for sure. They may not be getting out
alive. And class with Mrs. Christenson will seem like a walk in the park after
this.
EXCERPT from Requiem, Changing Times
Suddenly
a song cracked through the air from somewhere in the room. It was from Tamara’s
cell phone. Tamara shot bolt upright in panic to see her phone on her bed
ringing.
“It’s Bill!” she whimpered in
terror so low that Clint could barely hear her.
Wham! The intruder had leapt from
the doorway across the room and slammed his club over Tamara’s bed, shattering
it into pieces. Tamara screamed as the creature lifted its heavy club and
turned those small eyes toward the closet. It let out a war cry that sounded
like a lion charging to kill. It shifted its weight onto its back foot and
started to charge right at the closet door, club held high once more, mouth
open yelling, coming right at Clint and Tamara.
Slam! Banks shot from the open
door, connecting with the creature that was only a foot away from breaking
through the closet door. Banks bared his shoulder into the massive green
intruder and with legs pumping drove him to the far side of the room. With both
of their strength moving them they were out of control as they whirled toward
the window.
With
an almighty cry from both of them they shattered the window and plummeted down
one story as they clung to one other fighting and punching, until they hit the
moist earth with a squelching noise like a plunger in a plugged drain. Their
cries of war stopped as Banks hit the ground first, the green man landing right
next to him. Clint flung the closet door open and hurried to the broken window,
looking down as the rain water poured off the roof on top of his head and down
to Banks and the intruder who were sprawled on his front lawn.
Clint watched as Banks rolled
over on his back, unsheathing a long sword and holding it up in a defensive
stance, while the intruder adjusted his grip on the club to hold it on the very
end and swung it along the ground while not getting to its feet. The blow hit
Banks’s feet causing him to fall sideways back onto the ground, splashing mud
and water everywhere as he moaned in pain. The green intruder swung the club
high in the air as it got to its knees and, like a hammer meant to drive a man
into the ground it came down right at Banks’ head. Banks pushed with his legs
sliding down the sloping hill of their front yard, causing the club to miss him
by inches and the force of the blow driving the weapon down into the grass.
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More About the Author
Russell
Parker was born in Bountiful, Utah. As his father was safety manager he had to
move around until his senior year of high school, when he came to Cache Valley,
Utah to stay. He married the most wonderful woman in the world, and they are
the parents of four fantastic kids, with one crazy dog.
Russell played all kinds of sports and was an outdoorsman until an accident brought him to writing. A writer since high school, encouragement brought his stories to life. Connect with him here:
