I was thrilled (still am) when I went online and saw my book listed on Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and in the Muse It Up Publishing Bookstore.
Here's a little bit about Betwixt and Between...
Plunged into a whirlpool, teenager Michael loses consciousness and awakens to find himself suspended in a bizarre new world. There he meets Evannius, his Guardian Angel, who sends him on a spiritual journey through the strange land of Betwixt and Between. He is on a Quest for knowledge and it's the only way home.
Enemies like Blackjack, Skulke, and the dread monster, Gargosaur, stand in the way of Michael completing his mission. Though he finds friends as well as enemies in Betwixt and Between, friends cannot travel Michael’s dangerous path. He must do that alone.
Michael uses his wits and all his energy in the struggle to reach his goal. If he succeeds in his quest, what will he find? What is the secret knowledge awaiting him?
An excerpt from Betwixt and Between:
“Come back, Michael, come back.”
Michael tried to answer his cousin Kaity’s cry. He swallowed a mouthful of water instead. His head bobbed up and down in the churning water of the Palatucka River, but he managed to catch a glimpse of her racing after him. Above the roar of the water he heard her older brother, Tyler, shout, “He can’t come back. I’m going for help.”
“I’ll go with you,” called Kaity’s twin, Curtis.
It had rained for days. The shallow stream Michael waded across a few weeks ago was now so deep he couldn’t touch bottom. Tons of water plunged down from the mountains swelling the creek to a turbulent river. It sped over rocks and boulders, past the loblolly trees-- pulling Michael with it. He tried to fight the strong current. Too powerful; I can’t do it. Dragged underwater, hurled up again, he gasped for breath. Michael’s stomach sank. Kaity’s falling behind. She can’t keep up with the swift current. Around a curve, another curve, until Kaity disappeared.
His strength was fading. In desperation he reached for a boulder. Too slippery! His fingers slid off the surface; he was swept away. Roaring sounded in his ears. The din grew louder with each passing second. His already racing heart pounded even harder. A waterfall! Hurtling toward the brink of a cliff, he made a frantic attempt to turn back. Impossible! The power of the raging river carried him on.
“OH, NO-O-O-O-O---”
Flung over the edge, arms and legs thrashing as he fell, Michael plunged into the angry waters at the bottom of the waterfall. Down into a cold, dark whirlpool, turning round and round, sinking deeper and deeper, until it became so dark he was spinning in blackness. He couldn’t see or grasp onto anything. Pray . . . . Our Father . . . . His lungs were bursting; he couldn’t breathe. Try, . . . Our Father who . . . Pain exploded in his head.
And then he didn’t think at all.
