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Scions of the Sphinx – Ch 2.1

Scions of the Sphinx, Chapter 2.1

For a while, they simply meandered through the forest. Chief occasionally paused to inspect a bush or flower, but mostly they simply strolled among the trees. They finally stopped at a giant gnarled oak on the outskirts of the grove of redwoods that dominated the heart of the forest. Chief let out a low whistle, and dozens of animals appeared: foxes, bunnies, and raccoons, along with countless squirrels and chipmunks, many with fat acorns stuffed into their chubby cheeks.

Not for the first time, Bobby marveled at the diversity of life within the Eagle’s Nest. Animals and plants from widely divergent native habitats all coexisted here in perfect harmony. It was yet another one of the Eagle’s Nest’s many mysteries.

Kneeling among the crowd of critters, Chief held out a hand containing seeds and nuts taken from his haversack. Bobby and Jinx gasped in unison as the animals formed a line, approaching one at a time to take a treat from Chief’s palm. In turn, Chief took a moment to inspect each creature from head to tail before sending it on its way.

When he was done, Chief moved on, guiding Bobby and Jinx deeper into the forest. Arriving at a young cedar, he repeated the procedure from moments before, except this time it was a flock of birds that answered his call. Alighting on the nearby branches, orioles, blue jays, and red-bellied woodpeckers all waited their turn to be inspected and receive a treat. There was even a red-tailed hawk that pointedly ignored all the other birds.

Several of the jays nestled against Chief’s palm. Jinx and Bobby just stood there, slack jawed at the old Native American’s ability to commune with the denizens of the forest on such a deep level.

“The animals seem to have adapted nicely to having so many humans in their midst,” said Chief, lifting from his arm a white-crowned sparrow that had become a bit too attached. Bobby and Jinx nodded their silent agreement.

As they headed back to the trail, Chief paused. “Ah, my ambass-a-‘deers’ have arrived.”

At first Bobby didn’t know what he meant. Then Ehawee and her brother, Huritt, stepped out from behind a nearby thicket. So light-footed were the tawny doe and majestic buck that neither Bobby nor Jinx had heard them approach.

Huritt, the large and powerful buck, dipped his head and trotted up to Chief as he might another member of the herd. Bobby ran a hand through his short blond hair and whistled. Huritt’s antlers had grown since the last time he’d seen him—still covered in velvet, but thicker and prouder, with royal nubs just beginning to show on the widened beam.

Chief placed a hand on each animal’s neck and closed his eyes. Bobby and Jinx waited as a long moment passed. Finally Chief opened his eyes. The two beautiful deer turned and trotted back into the forest.

“Come,” said Chief. “There is someplace we must go.”

The boys exchanged excited glances and followed their host deeper into the forest.

Scions of the Sphinx, Ch 1.2

Here’s the second installment in my third Bobby Ether adventure, Scions of the Sphinx:

Chapter 1, Part 2

Bobby grinned as he walked into the underground warren he shared with his friends. The savory smell of dinner hung heavy in the air. Passing quickly through the outer chamber, he took little notice of the softly glowing vein-like roots that ran across the walls and ceiling of the earthen lodge. Laughter drifted from the back. His friends were already eating.

Bobby walked into the kitchen to find Lily, Trevor, Jacob, and Jinx enjoying Bobby’s favorite meal—homemade tacos made from corn tortillas with self-serve portions of pinto beans, diced tomatoes, shredded lettuce, and long-grain rice. As always, it was Chief’s special salsa, made from cilantro, onion, and jalapeño grown right there in the forest, that made everything taste so amazing.

Lanky Trevor and copper-haired Lily both wore loose-fitting yoga garb, clearly having come from class with one of the monks. Spiky-haired Jinx wore jeans and a blueberry-colored T-shirt with the caption “I <3 Pi” across the front. Taking a seat between the always-perky Lily and sullen Jacob, Bobby laid three tortillas on an empty plate and began piling on the goods.

“Where have you been all day?” asked Lily, her copper ponytail swinging like a pendulum as she leaned over to grab a hug. Bobby sighed, his mind still clinging to the memory of the girl in his vision.

“We thought you were eating with the others kids over at the cabins,” said Jinx. “Otherwise we would have waited.”

“Not with Slab around,” said Jacob, jamming an overstuffed taco dripping with salsa into his mouth. “Waiting for him is a sure way to go hungry.”

Lily gave Jacob a doleful look. “I thought you knew,” she said.

Jacob gave her a baffled stare. “What is it?”

Lily reached over and placed a hand lightly on Jacob’s arm. Jacob had been very close with Jimmy Thompson, the giant most of the kids called “Slab,” ever since their emancipation from the Temple of Eternity.

“Jimmy left this morning,” said Lily gently. “He said it was time to find his own path.”

Trevor coughed politely. “Technically all he said was ‘Go now,’ but we all knew what he meant.”

Jacob slammed his plate down on the table. “You mean that big oaf left and he didn’t even say good-bye?”

Lily frowned disapprovingly. “You know how hard it’s been on him ever since the temple. He was very sad after Melody and Jeremiah left on their second honeymoon. Even without the mask, the younger kids all stare at him.”

Bobby paused in the construction of his monster tacos. Over a hundred other kids now lived at the Eagle’s Nest, scattered among the various cabins, tents, and tepees. Despite their large numbers, these kids were well taken care of by Master Jong and the other monks who had voluntarily relocated to the Eagle’s Nest after Chief and his men found them wandering without food or provisions in the mountains near the destroyed Academy.

It occurred to Bobby that the girl in his vision might be one of the other students. Yes, that’s probably it. His mind had simply plucked a person he already knew and tossed her into a setting where he didn’t recognize her.

“You missed a cool session,” said Trevor, clearly seeking to change the subject away from their departed friend. “Chief took us into the Nexus again. Lily went into the tub, and the rest of us tapped in using the tentacles.” “The tub” was what they affectionately called the bathtub-like pod that people sat in when using the Nexus—a hub of living energy that connected all living creatures in the Eagle’s Nest. Inside the dome-shaped Nexus, the tub dropped the occupant into “the pond,” where they tapped into the immense bioenergy generated by the forest and collected via its beehive-like conduits. The “tentacles” were rubbery cables attached to the tub, which usually plugged into the Nexus’s central interface system.

As Trevor spoke, Chief arrived. The room quieted as the old Navajo walked in and dropped his haversack in the corner by the door. Dressed in a tasseled buckskin vest, faded jeans, and leather moccasins, Chief greeted them all with an exhausted smile that cracked his terra-cotta face into wide canyons. “It is good to see you all,” he said with a slight bow.

“Come eat with us,” said Lily, scooting her chair toward Bobby to make space.

“I’m afraid not,” said Chief with a weary sigh. “There is still much to be done. The Eagle’s Nest was not designed to accommodate so many people. Even after months, the ecosystem struggles to find balance. I must tend to the forest, to ensure that the animals and plants are healthy.”

Chief began to move about the room, gathering items from the kitchen cabinets—herbs and salves that Bobby didn’t recognize. Setting them on the table, he transferred the items to his bag and prepared to depart.

“I’ll go with you,” said Jinx, hopping out of his seat. “I want to check on Ana to see how she’s doing.”

Bobby smiled. The young girl, who had been a doe-eyed, frightened refugee when Bobby and Jinx first met her at the Temple of Eternity, had quickly blossomed into a promising and gifted student under the tutelage of the monks at the Eagle’s Nest.

Ana and Jinx had also formed a special bond, perhaps because they were among the youngest children. Or perhaps it was the camaraderie built from not only surviving but thriving during such a stressful situation. During their liberation, Ana had been brilliant, distracting numerous guards with her inherent ability to plant subliminal suggestions into their minds. Jinx had disarmed those soldiers who were too busy scratching and flailing to resist. Whatever the reason, Jinx’s entire face lit up whenever he was around the petite, pigtailed blond girl and her matching doll.

“I’ll come too,” said Bobby, hastily shoving a few more bites into his mouth before rising to his feet.

Chief inclined his head in acknowledgement, grabbed a few more supplies, along with a flask of water, and headed for the exit. Bobby followed him out into the hazy twilight that served as night in the vast underground dome. “I forget sometimes that not everyone can see the bioluminescence,” he said to Chief.

“Indeed,” said Chief. “It is one of the greatest beauties there is.”

“Gee, thanks, guys,” said Jinx, struggling to fix the twisted strap on his omnipresent backpack. “As if I don’t hear enough about all the cool things everyone else can do around here that I can’t.”

Chief turned to Bobby’s little cousin, his face solemn and sincere. “The Gift is different for everyone. Yours are perhaps the most unique and amazing talents I have ever witnessed. Do not envy what others have that you do not. Instead revel in your own peerless blessings.”

Jinx’s cheeks turned rosy in the soft half-light. “You honor me,” he said, clasping his hands together and bowing gently.

Chief returned the gesture. “You honor yourself with your commitment to grow and learn.” Then he turned and struck out on the trail.

SotS Ch 1.2

Here’s the second installment in my third Bobby Ether adventure, Scions of the Sphinx:

Chapter 1, Part 2

Bobby grinned as he walked into the underground warren he shared with his friends. The savory smell of dinner hung heavy in the air. Passing quickly through the outer chamber, he took little notice of the softly glowing vein-like roots that ran across the walls and ceiling of the earthen lodge. Laughter drifted from the back. His friends were already eating.

Bobby walked into the kitchen to find Lily, Trevor, Jacob, and Jinx enjoying Bobby’s favorite meal—homemade tacos made from corn tortillas with self-serve portions of pinto beans, diced tomatoes, shredded lettuce, and long-grain rice. As always, it was Chief’s special salsa, made from cilantro, onion, and jalapeño grown right there in the forest, that made everything taste so amazing.

Lanky Trevor and copper-haired Lily both wore loose-fitting yoga garb, clearly having come from class with one of the monks. Spiky-haired Jinx wore jeans and a blueberry-colored T-shirt with the caption “I <3 Pi” across the front. Taking a seat between the always-perky Lily and sullen Jacob, Bobby laid three tortillas on an empty plate and began piling on the goods.

“Where have you been all day?” asked Lily, her copper ponytail swinging like a pendulum as she leaned over to grab a hug. Bobby sighed, his mind still clinging to the memory of the girl in his vision.

“We thought you were eating with the others kids over at the cabins,” said Jinx. “Otherwise we would have waited.”

“Not with Slab around,” said Jacob, jamming an overstuffed taco dripping with salsa into his mouth. “Waiting for him is a sure way to go hungry.”

Lily gave Jacob a doleful look. “I thought you knew,” she said.

Jacob gave her a baffled stare. “What is it?”

Lily reached over and placed a hand lightly on Jacob’s arm. Jacob had been very close with Jimmy Thompson, the giant most of the kids called “Slab,” ever since their emancipation from the Temple of Eternity.

“Jimmy left this morning,” said Lily gently. “He said it was time to find his own path.”

Trevor coughed politely. “Technically all he said was ‘Go now,’ but we all knew what he meant.”

Jacob slammed his plate down on the table. “You mean that big oaf left and he didn’t even say good-bye?”

Lily frowned disapprovingly. “You know how hard it’s been on him ever since the temple. He was very sad after Melody and Jeremiah left on their second honeymoon. Even without the mask, the younger kids all stare at him.”

Bobby paused in the construction of his monster tacos. Over a hundred other kids now lived at the Eagle’s Nest, scattered among the various cabins, tents, and tepees. Despite their large numbers, these kids were well taken care of by Master Jong and the other monks who had voluntarily relocated to the Eagle’s Nest after Chief and his men found them wandering without food or provisions in the mountains near the destroyed Academy.

It occurred to Bobby that the girl in his vision might be one of the other students. Yes, that’s probably it. His mind had simply plucked a person he already knew and tossed her into a setting where he didn’t recognize her.

“You missed a cool session,” said Trevor, clearly seeking to change the subject away from their departed friend. “Chief took us into the Nexus again. Lily went into the tub, and the rest of us tapped in using the tentacles.” “The tub” was what they affectionately called the bathtub-like pod that people sat in when using the Nexus—a hub of living energy that connected all living creatures in the Eagle’s Nest. Inside the dome-shaped Nexus, the tub dropped the occupant into “the pond,” where they tapped into the immense bioenergy generated by the forest and collected via its beehive-like conduits. The “tentacles” were rubbery cables attached to the tub, which usually plugged into the Nexus’s central interface system.

As Trevor spoke, Chief arrived. The room quieted as the old Navajo walked in and dropped his haversack in the corner by the door. Dressed in a tasseled buckskin vest, faded jeans, and leather moccasins, Chief greeted them all with an exhausted smile that cracked his terra-cotta face into wide canyons. “It is good to see you all,” he said with a slight bow.

“Come eat with us,” said Lily, scooting her chair toward Bobby to make space.

“I’m afraid not,” said Chief with a weary sigh. “There is still much to be done. The Eagle’s Nest was not designed to accommodate so many people. Even after months, the ecosystem struggles to find balance. I must tend to the forest, to ensure that the animals and plants are healthy.”

Chief began to move about the room, gathering items from the kitchen cabinets—herbs and salves that Bobby didn’t recognize. Setting them on the table, he transferred the items to his bag and prepared to depart.

“I’ll go with you,” said Jinx, hopping out of his seat. “I want to check on Ana to see how she’s doing.”

Bobby smiled. The young girl, who had been a doe-eyed, frightened refugee when Bobby and Jinx first met her at the Temple of Eternity, had quickly blossomed into a promising and gifted student under the tutelage of the monks at the Eagle’s Nest.

Ana and Jinx had also formed a special bond, perhaps because they were among the youngest children. Or perhaps it was the camaraderie built from not only surviving but thriving during such a stressful situation. During their liberation, Ana had been brilliant, distracting numerous guards with her inherent ability to plant subliminal suggestions into their minds. Jinx had disarmed those soldiers who were too busy scratching and flailing to resist. Whatever the reason, Jinx’s entire face lit up whenever he was around the petite, pigtailed blond girl and her matching doll.

“I’ll come too,” said Bobby, hastily shoving a few more bites into his mouth before rising to his feet.

Chief inclined his head in acknowledgement, grabbed a few more supplies, along with a flask of water, and headed for the exit. Bobby followed him out into the hazy twilight that served as night in the vast underground dome. “I forget sometimes that not everyone can see the bioluminescence,” he said to Chief.

“Indeed,” said Chief. “It is one of the greatest beauties there is.”

“Gee, thanks, guys,” said Jinx, struggling to fix the twisted strap on his omnipresent backpack. “As if I don’t hear enough about all the cool things everyone else can do around here that I can’t.”

Chief turned to Bobby’s little cousin, his face solemn and sincere. “The Gift is different for everyone. Yours are perhaps the most unique and amazing talents I have ever witnessed. Do not envy what others have that you do not. Instead revel in your own peerless blessings.”

Jinx’s cheeks turned rosy in the soft half-light. “You honor me,” he said, clasping his hands together and bowing gently.

Chief returned the gesture. “You honor yourself with your commitment to grow and learn.” Then he turned and struck out on the trail.

Book Three – Scions of the Sphinx

As many of my readers know, the third book in my Bobby Ether YA series was finished several years ago. However, due to general market conditions as well as sales status of the first two books, it’s highly unlikely that book three will get published… at least not anytime soon.

I love the third book. Scions of the Sphinx is perhaps my favorite adventure in the Bobby Ether series. It is certainly the one I am most proud of, since my skill as a writer had progressed by that point that I was able to write it with far fewer drafts and edits than my previous stories.

Because of my fondness for this story, and because I don’t expect it to be published anytime soon, I have decided to start sharing portions of it here on my site. Perhaps no one will read it, perhaps no one will care, but at least it will be out in the world. In that, I think I am in line with every true artist in my desire simply to share my creation with the world.

Here then, is the first chapter of the third book in my Bobby Ether series, Scions of the Sphinx. Additional chapters may follow depending on feedback.

 

SCIONS OF THE SPHINXBYR SCOTT BOYER

 

Copyright © 2014 CreateSpace

All rights reserved.

ISBN: 1517572975

ISBN 13: 978-1517572976

Chapter 1

Bobby Ether lay in the soft grass and let his mind drift. Beside him, a crystalline stream flowed through rolling hillocks into a glassy pond. Bobby breathed deeply, drawing in the tangy scent of conifer. Between the warm sun kissing his tan skin and the gentle breeze rustling his short blond hair, it was virtually impossible to concentrate. Thankfully, he didn’t have to.

One of those rare days at the Eagle’s Nest devoid of instruction, Bobby had snuck off after breakfast to relax beside the slender brook that ran along the southern border of the immense, underground forest. Off in the distance, a plateau skirted with wildflowers held boys and girls hard at work on their esoteric arts.

Bobby stretched and let his eyes drift over the landscape. Everything served a purpose here in the secret headquarters of Chief Benson Eagleheart—the old Native American who’d helped rescue Bobby from the Academy over a year ago. Of course, Chief had also aided in the rescue of Bobby’s friends from the Temple of Eternity a few months later, becoming their mentor in the process.

Nowadays, Bobby called the Eagle’s Nest his home, studying with his good friends Trevor, Lily, and Jacob, along with his younger cousin, Jinx. Together, they worked with Master Jong, Bobby’s primary instructor at the Academy, to learn greater control over their abilities.

Today, however, Bobby didn’t need to study or attend class. All he needed was to relax and enjoy the subterranean biodome’s artificially glorious weather. The “sunlight” contained just the right amount of warmth. The breeze carried just the right amount of cool. The combination reminded him of his parents’ home back in Bayside, California, where he’d grown up. Bayside…

Bobby paused in his carefree reverie. How long had it been since he’d heard from his parents? Ever since they’d reluctantly allowed him to come here, they’d maintained constant communication—routing calls and e-mails through Chief’s contacts in the outside world. They knew Bobby’s new life was complicated, full of phenomena most people believed only existed in myth and fairy tales. Which is why they constantly check on me. Yet he hadn’t heard from them in days.

Closing his eyes, Bobby pictured his house back home on Maple Street. He envisioned the white shutters, shingled roof, and brick walk-up. He saw the inside, with its quaint kitchen, upstairs bedrooms, and cozy den. He looked everywhere, but his parents were nowhere to be seen.

In a blink, the scene drifted to the backyard. Bobby went into the garage, yet still the grounds remained empty. The vision floated from the carport to the garden. There he discovered a woman wrapped in a lavender sari, a silk hijab drawn over her face. Definitely not my mother. Tall and slender, the woman had bright green eyes and skin the color of golden honey. As he watched, the woman wove her way among the plants, tending the various herbs and vegetables with mesmerizing grace.

Resting for a moment, the woman reached up and pulled back the veil on her hijab, revealing delicate features framed by luxurious mahogany locks.

Not a woman at all, but a girl near my age. Around her neck, the girl wore an exquisite silver pendant shaped like a flying fish. Her perfect lips split apart, and Bobby’s world stood still. Her smile was the warmth of the sun wrapped up with the mysteries of the moon and the stars—a glowing radiance that made him flush, his every sense tingling with excitement.

Some faraway portion of his brain told Bobby that he knew this girl, but he couldn’t place her. A sense of déjà vu washed over him. Trying to remember felt like chasing butterflies. The more he concentrated, the more the feeling fluttered away. The vision of the girl in the garden flickered for a moment and then faded.

Bobby lay by the brook with his eyes squeezed shut for a long time, but the beautiful girl with skin like amber and eyes like emeralds refused to visit him again. Finally, sensing the lateness of the hour, not to mention the growling in his stomach, Bobby stood up and brushed himself off. Gathering up his satchel, he struck out through the forest, heading back to the plateau where, hopefully, a nice hot meal awaited him.

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US Review of Books

The complete review from The US Review of Books for my second young adult fantasy, Temple of Eternity, is now  available online. It came back as a recommended read. Here are a few highlights from the review:

“Fans of the genre will enjoy Boyer’s fast-paced, cinematic approach to storytelling.”“This young adult thriller takes a visionary turn…”“…there is much to be learned about the bonds of friends and family, love and loyalty, myth and magic in juxtaposition with logic and reality, and the perennial battle between spiritual darkness and the light of spiritual liberation.”

Check out the full review HERE.

Pulpwood Queens Girlfriend Weekend 2021

Okay, so… yeah, it’s a mouthful. Still, I am super excited to be part of 2021 International Pulpwood Queens and Timber Guys Virtual Online Zoomathon Book Club Convention (that we call the Girlfriend Weekend Slumber Party). Last year, I went to the live event in Jefferson, TX and had an absolutely amazing time. While there won’t be an Author Serve Dinner or Big Hair Ball this year, I still look forward to listening to the panels and reconnecting with fans and fellow authors.

For anyone who plans to attend, I will be on a panel Friday afternoon along with Joe Palmer “A Mariner’s Tale: A Novel,” Ruthie Landis “Acting Lessons for the Living: Play the Scenes of Your Life with Intention, Presence, and Pure Potential: Living, Acting and Enneagram Master Class,” and Gregory Enrich Phillips “A Season in Lights: A Novel in Three Acts.” For anyone who wants a signed book from any of the authors, you can order copies from Shari Stauch of Main Street Reads.

Also, folks can bid on auction items from the event. Go HERE and scroll through the list to find fun, cool stuff donated by authors. All proceeds go to the Pat Conroy Literary Center. The price for the entire event (going on Thursday through Sunday) is $299. However, recordings of the event will be available after the convention is over. Find out more about my books at RScottBoyer.com

ScreenCraft Competition

It’s been a while since I posted, so I thought I would update people on what I’ve been up to lately, the status of my various books, as well as share some good news. Like most people, I took some time off to celebrate the holidays. I enjoyed the long weekends, which brought much needed opportunities to to rest, relax, and recharge. Working on book four is still my main project but honestly hasn’t gotten much attention lately. However, I did find time to submit for a few awards and competitions.

A few days ago, I got word that my second book, Temple of Eternity, has advanced to the quarterfinals for a screenplay adaptation competition. I’ve very excited about that and hope it wins. If not, it’s still great exposure. I am planning to submit for more competitions as well. Hopefully the process will open some doors. Plus, I am getting a chance to see how that side of the business works. From day one, writing has been a journey and I am excited to see where this new path will (hopefully) take me.

The Power of Belief

By far the biggest theme in my stories, the one that prompted me to write in the first place, is that of belief and spirituality.

When telling people about my books, I often describe them as a blend of fantasy and spiritual fiction. The term “spiritual” sometimes leads people to conclude that my books are religious. Few things could be further from the truth.

I use the label “spiritual fiction” only because it defines a category of books roughly similar to my own, books that inspired me to write this series: The Alchemist, Life of Pi, Way of the Peaceful Warrior, and Siddhartha, to name a few. All of these stories contain elements that extend beyond reality as we know it, and yet they challenge us with the notion that there just might be some truth to them.

Within each of Bobby Ether’s adventures is a search for answers. During his time at the Jade Academy, he struggles to discern friend from foe and uncover the truth about the Core. The Temple of Eternity contain similar mysteries. But below the surface of both stories is a deeper journey. To prevail, Bobby must first uncover truths within himself.

In book one, Bobby has to figure out what he believes in: hatred and revenge, or forgiveness, friendship, and love. In book two, he must learn to trust himself, his instincts, and his training. In many ways, these tasks are more daunting than the physical challenges he faces.

Discerning right from wrong, good from bad, is a lesson perhaps as ubiquitous and yet perplexing as the concept of morality itself. As it was in The Alchemist, where the protagonist embarks on an epic journey only to find that what he seeks was there at the start, Bobby has the answers within him all along. The key is to know how to search.

Each of us is given one life to decide our goals, our purpose, and what we stand for in this world. What motivates you in life? What lessons have you learned the hard way? How did you find your path?

Please note, this is not a discussion about religion. It is about the process with which we all grow, mature, and learn about ourselves. I invite you to share your thoughts on techniques and tools you use.

Introspection has always been my main tool. I have spent my entire life analyzing past actions and asking myself how I can do better. Some of that search has translated directly into my desire to write and my passion for working with kids. My ultimate goal in life is to be the best possible version of myself. I would like to challenge you all to do the same.

Writing For Kids

When I first starting writing Bobby Ether’s adventures, one of the big questions I got asked a lot was: “Why did you choose to write about teenagers?” Truth is that it was never a conscious decision. As most author will tell you: we write what we know. It’s as simple as that

Spirit Animals

One of the big themes in Temple of Eternity is communion with nature. Set in the Guatemalan rainforest, this story is full of dangerous predators. Some are allies. Others are foes. All are powerful and awesome. For anyone who read book one, you know what a big role animals played at the Jade Academy. Willy the Creep had an albino ferret as his emotional support pet. Bobby had numerous encounters with a mother bear and her young cubs. Jinx had a rather interesting encounter with a perturbed badger.

This same theme of interconnectedness between characters and animals spills over into book two, largely because nature is at the heart of this second story. The rainforests of Guatemala are teeming with life. A pack of piranhas threaten the adventure until a giant anaconda arrives. Willy the Creep is back with a new support animal (an albino monkey named Mercy). Bobby has yet another spirit animal to guide him on his quest. The mighty black panther stalks the trees, watching with its amber eyes as Bobby and Jinx undergo an epic quest to rescue their friends and free the spirits trapped within the Temple of Eternity.

Check out all the details, including how get lots of cool prizes at RScottBoyer.com/welcome