Heroes of a Different Kind

Hi Readers!

J.C. asked if we could jump right into this week’s adventure. Since he’s carrying a heavy cross and I’m not, I [Ran] will go take my place. Here we go:

Fictional Characters vs the Easter Bunny? Meet J.C. (Part 1)

(Previous Adventures, aka us vs the Easter Bunny: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3)

“My friends, I have good news and bad news. Which do you want first?” J.C. asked.

Flashing lights dyed the cross he carried red. I shuddered and leaned into Papa’s leg. He laid a magic-warmed hand on my head, quelling my tears. He saw it too, that red warning of things to come, bad things, and they were coming for J.C., maybe even us too.

While we waited for a break in the sirens, so we could hear J.C., Bear tapped my arm reminding me to loosen my grip. I was choking him again. But he was my stuffed bear and squeezing him comforted me, so he had to put up with it.

The sirens grew louder, and their strobing lights brightened just before J.C.’s voice tickled my mind. Sorry to intrude, I prefer spoken conversations, but we don’t have time to wait for quiet.

J.C. looked at Melinda, our scribe, but she was staring at her hands. They’d become transparent. She was fading away.

“What’s happening?” Melinda asked as she took a step back and vanished.

What I was afraid of, J.C. said with a tired sigh. He extended the hand not holding his cross to Papa.

I grabbed Papa’s other hand where it rested on my head and twined my small fingers in his. Bear gripped my arm, which now cinched his overstuffed middle. We were ready.

“Where are we going?”

“To get our scribe back,” Papa said.

We did that already, Bear groused, but his comment coaxed a tired smile from J.C.

Too true my furry friend, too true, but his time we’ll need help. J.C. nodded to the light slashing through the verge.

It didn’t harm the non-magical trees already standing there, but the diamond-shaped thing flared so brightly, I buried my face in Bear’s soft fur to escape it. Finally, it settled, and the center of the luminous diamond irised open.

“What is that?”

Usually, portals to our realm were sparkly purple things that shrank down to glowing butterflies when not in use.

It’s a window into another world. Let me dim the edges. There. A frown creased J.C.’s face and his cross vibrated from the effort.

“There’s Melinda!”

Indeed, our flustered scribe faded in and out of view in the middle of a familiar forest. A book floated overhead, spine to the sky, its pages flapping. It opened, and a white light illuminated our scribe, sucking her into it.

“Look! The book took our scribe! We must get her back.” I ran toward the window, carrying Bear and pulling Papa in my wake. “J.C., can you read what the book says?”

I can, Bear said. It says, ‘Heroes of a Different Kind.’ And it’s getting away!

We crashed into the diamond-shaped window and hit a transparent barrier as the book ruffled its pages and gained altitude in a very un-book-like manner. I pushed against the clear thing restraining me and felt it give.

No, wait, don’t go through yet–J.C. whispered as light blinded me and a roaring filled my ears.

To be continued …

Hi, it’s Ran, again.

Our scribe’s been working with ten authors on a boxed set called Heroes of a Different Kind. It’s on sale starting April 24.

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What it is:

11 stories by 11 indie authors including our scribe, Melinda.

Ours might be the longest, but not all our story fit, so our fearless heroes will return in a sequel. 0_o

(It’s Melinda’s fault. She had to respect the set’s word count, which is 1/3 of our regular books. And I *might* have driven her crazy during the writing of this story. I can’t help it if I meet interesting characters. They deserve page time too.)

Who stars in this:
Young Papa (Sarn) and two Knights missing some memories and key body parts I’ll meet in a later story. 🙂

What’s it about:
Perfection is overrated.

From sweeping kingdoms to modern cities, a different kind of hero emerges. This hero must contend with dastardly villains, nefarious plots, and a harsher reality: disability.

-A musician with magical music … who has lost her sense of hearing
-A merman born without gills, who can’t walk on land or breathe underwater
-A 63-year-old shifter with chronic memory lapses
-A Valkyrie warrior with severely limited sight
-Two Knights who’ve lost more than their memories

These heroes and more await you in this exciting collection of eleven clean EPIC and URBAN fantasy stories featuring heroes with disabilities. Laugh, cheer, and cry along with our daring heroes as they defeat the villain and save the day.

Heroes of a Different Kind will be available on 4/24 from Amazon.

Because hero-hood doesn’t depend on perfect health and fitness. If it did, Papa would be excluded because he suffers from seizures.

Now, here we (the cast and our scribe) must step off our promotional soap-box and own up to our own flaws.

Our story, Errant Knights, which is part of the Heroes of A Different Kind boxed set, is a great beginning, but that’s, unfortunately, all it is. We wanted a full-fledged adventure bursting with mayhem and we got that, but we ran out of room to give it a proper end.

We apologize for the rushed ending and the loose ends.

There are more loose ends than we typically like to leave, but we ran out of space and time. This boxed set had a max word count that was 1/3 of our books.

That’s not an excuse.

We plan to rectify that sitaution as soon as the rights to our story, Errant Knights reverts to us in a brand-new series showcasing characters with disabilities both visible and invisible. Papa needs some company on that front and some allies! 😉

Stay tuned for more stories, more coverage of this boxed and more general mayhem. You know we’re good for it!

Have an awesome day!

— Ran, son of Sarn, “book promoter”



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Until next time, dear reader

This is Ran, son of Sarn, “the contrite character” wishing you a great week!


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