Protect a mythical realm or his family?
Sixteen-year-old Franklin follows a Sasquatch through a portal to the realm of Shinwano and discovers a world full of mythical creatures he never expected to actually exist. Upon returning to Myrtle Beach, Oregon, he vows to protect the land, not realizing how difficult it will be to keep his promise, especially when a poacher, a NSA agent, and his friends are interested in the portal—and all for different reasons.
When the poacher threatens his family, Franklin must reconsider his vow to protect this new world to keep his family safe. The consequences of his decision reach further than just a rift in the space-time continuum.
Can Franklin live up to the trust placed on him and save this new world from an even greater danger?
Sixteen-year-old Franklin follows a Sasquatch through a portal to the realm of Shinwano and discovers a world full of mythical creatures he never expected to actually exist. Upon returning to Myrtle Beach, Oregon, he vows to protect the land, not realizing how difficult it will be to keep his promise, especially when a poacher, a NSA agent, and his friends are interested in the portal—and all for different reasons.
When the poacher threatens his family, Franklin must reconsider his vow to protect this new world to keep his family safe. The consequences of his decision reach further than just a rift in the space-time continuum.
Can Franklin live up to the trust placed on him and save this new world from an even greater danger?
Bio:
Even as a young girl, Kandi J Wyatt, had a knack for words. She loved to read them, even if it was on a shampoo bottle! By high school Kandi had learned to put words together on paper to create stories for those she loved. Nowadays, she writes for her kids, whether that's her own five or the hundreds of students she's been lucky to teach. When Kandi's not spinning words to create stories, she's using them to teach students about Spanish, life, and leadership.
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Even as a young girl, Kandi J Wyatt, had a knack for words. She loved to read them, even if it was on a shampoo bottle! By high school Kandi had learned to put words together on paper to create stories for those she loved. Nowadays, she writes for her kids, whether that's her own five or the hundreds of students she's been lucky to teach. When Kandi's not spinning words to create stories, she's using them to teach students about Spanish, life, and leadership.
Where to find me:
Website: http://kandijwyatt.com/
Facebook: http://facebook.com/kandijwyatt/
Instagram: http://instagram.com/kandijwyatt/
Pinterest: http://pinterest.com/kandijwyatt
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/13817774.Kandi_J_Wyatt
Bookbub: https://bookbub.com/profile/kandi-j-wyatt
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Kandi-J-Wyatt/e/B00ZTC4T10/
Excerpt:
A large, dark face with a flat nose and beady black eyes met his gaze. Long, stringy hair covered the creature as far as Franklin could see. His eyes came back to the face. Although it was alien, it still bore the recognizable expressions of tenderness and concern.
“My name is Sahasi,” she said. “I am a healer among my people, the sanraksaka. I don’t believe you have properly been introduced to Ladaku.”
Franklin shifted his position and shuddered. Staring at him with hairy arms crossed in front of an ape-like chest was the same creature that had met his gaze across the clearing.
Ladaku grunted, and Sahasi elbowed him in the ribs. He inclined his head. “I did not mean to hurt you so badly.”
Despite the morning he’d had, Franklin couldn’t help but grin. He’d heard that surly reluctance before, whenever his mom would force his older brother to apologize to him. “That’s okay. I suppose I wasn’t where I should have been.”
Ladaku’s glare softened. “No, you were not. How did you get here?”
“I’m… not sure where here is. The last I remember I had poked my head through the shimmery light and saw a…” He started to shake his head, thought better of it, and continued, “I saw a gryphon. I stumbled, and then a big, hairy hand slapped me upside the head.”
Sahasi crossed her arms in a gesture of vindication, bunching up the leather-like sleeveless dress she wore, and tilted her chin up toward Ladaku.
“What?” Ladaku unfolded his arms and held them up in question. “I apologized. I didn’t expect him to be so weak.”
“Hey, I’m not that weak, just compared to… what did you call yourselves?” Franklin didn’t want to say the names coming to his mind—names like Sasquatch, Bigfoot, and yeti.
“Sanraksaka.” Sahasi said, enunciating the word carefully for him. “It seems you found the dhoka that connects Shinwano with your world.”
“Wait. A… A doh…” Franklin struggled with the unfamiliar word. “Like a portal?”
Sahasi nodded.
“Then I’m… where did you say?”
“Shinwano,” she repeated patiently.
“I’ve never heard of it.”
She laughed, a hearty, earthen sound whose resonance was slightly intimidating. “None of your kind have ever been here, at least not that I know of. Usually, it is our races slipping into your world, not the other way around.”
It still didn’t make sense to Franklin. If what Sahasi said was true, he was no longer just outside of Myrtle Beach, Oregon, but in another dimension. Theoretically, it was impossible, but here he sat with a throbbing headache and two sanraksaka, or what he’d call Sasquatch, staring at him. He had no words to explain what he was seeing or feeling.
A large, dark face with a flat nose and beady black eyes met his gaze. Long, stringy hair covered the creature as far as Franklin could see. His eyes came back to the face. Although it was alien, it still bore the recognizable expressions of tenderness and concern.
“My name is Sahasi,” she said. “I am a healer among my people, the sanraksaka. I don’t believe you have properly been introduced to Ladaku.”
Franklin shifted his position and shuddered. Staring at him with hairy arms crossed in front of an ape-like chest was the same creature that had met his gaze across the clearing.
Ladaku grunted, and Sahasi elbowed him in the ribs. He inclined his head. “I did not mean to hurt you so badly.”
Despite the morning he’d had, Franklin couldn’t help but grin. He’d heard that surly reluctance before, whenever his mom would force his older brother to apologize to him. “That’s okay. I suppose I wasn’t where I should have been.”
Ladaku’s glare softened. “No, you were not. How did you get here?”
“I’m… not sure where here is. The last I remember I had poked my head through the shimmery light and saw a…” He started to shake his head, thought better of it, and continued, “I saw a gryphon. I stumbled, and then a big, hairy hand slapped me upside the head.”
Sahasi crossed her arms in a gesture of vindication, bunching up the leather-like sleeveless dress she wore, and tilted her chin up toward Ladaku.
“What?” Ladaku unfolded his arms and held them up in question. “I apologized. I didn’t expect him to be so weak.”
“Hey, I’m not that weak, just compared to… what did you call yourselves?” Franklin didn’t want to say the names coming to his mind—names like Sasquatch, Bigfoot, and yeti.
“Sanraksaka.” Sahasi said, enunciating the word carefully for him. “It seems you found the dhoka that connects Shinwano with your world.”
“Wait. A… A doh…” Franklin struggled with the unfamiliar word. “Like a portal?”
Sahasi nodded.
“Then I’m… where did you say?”
“Shinwano,” she repeated patiently.
“I’ve never heard of it.”
She laughed, a hearty, earthen sound whose resonance was slightly intimidating. “None of your kind have ever been here, at least not that I know of. Usually, it is our races slipping into your world, not the other way around.”
It still didn’t make sense to Franklin. If what Sahasi said was true, he was no longer just outside of Myrtle Beach, Oregon, but in another dimension. Theoretically, it was impossible, but here he sat with a throbbing headache and two sanraksaka, or what he’d call Sasquatch, staring at him. He had no words to explain what he was seeing or feeling.
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