My name is J. Morgan and I'm a geek!
Before you say I can't believe he said that, I'm proud of the fact. I've been one my whole life, so if I wasn't proud, I hope I'd have figured out a way to change my geeky ways by now. But, what is a geek? By my definition, which may or may not matter, a geek is a person who appreciates imagination and has no problem living with hope for a better future than the present we have now. Okay, a geek may or may not practice Jedi mind tricks in the privacy of his or her own home and may on occasion dream of being bitten by a radioactive spider or wombat as the case the might be. The point is geeks are dreamers!
What does any of this have to do with being a Romance novelist? In case I forgot to mention it, I write Romance. I probably did forget. Once I get on a roll, my brain tends to wander. Well, to give my imagination a good old fashioned stretch, I decided to step outside my Romance Comfort Zone and write a Young Adult novel. Okay, that might not have been much of a stretch, because my newest novel is all about the things I love most--Super Heroes.
Why superheroes? Because, everyone one of us, geek or not, dreams about being Superman or Wonder Woman once in our life. More than that, part of my fading memory of my teenage years is a vivid picture of being on the cusp of being a man and being totally clueless of how to deal with it. On one hand, I was still that boy who loves playing in the sun and being totally irresponsible. But, I was also a man who sees the future looming ahead of him, and let's not forget girls. Boys didn't like girls, but I did. So I had to be something different. It took me a few years to work out the particulars of what that was, but I got there. It might not have been pretty, but I think I turned out okay.
Now, back to the above question. Why superheroes? The answer is simple. The Superheroes genre is the perfect allegory for being a teenager. Suddenly, all these strange changes are happening to your body. Let's not even go into hair in funny places. Your mind develops new thoughts, grander visions for yourself than being the greatest baseball player of all time. And, we're back to girls. Instead of throwing icky things at them, I wanted to be a hero, that dashing figure rushing in to save the damsel in distress. Simply put, I was changing and at times it was downright scary.
In my new series, Scrolls of Eternity, Patrick Hughes is going through all the normal teenage stuff, but now has something extra thrown into the mix--super powers. Thanks to an ancient Egyptian deity, Patrick is tagged to be the only thing standing between Set, the Egyptian god of evil and humanity. Can he do it while maintaining a B average and getting the girl of his dreams to notice him? To find that out, you'll have to read the book. Evil, aren't I?
So, the next time you look out the window daydreaming about flying through the air or running faster than a speeding locomotive, pat yourself on the back. You've just let out your inner geek. Be proud. Own the name, because you're a dreamer and dreamers can do anything once they set their mind to it.
Scrolls of Eternity
By J. Morgan
Desert Breeze Publishing
Patrick Hughes' idea of field trips didn't include armed robbers and Egyptian gods, but that's just what he got. Accidently assuming the mantle of Horus, the Egyptian God of War, he is about to take Superhero 101 for extra credit. With the help of his substitute history teacher, who just so happens to be Anubis God of the Dead, Patrick takes a crash course in what it takes to be a hero. Too bad time is running out. Sutekh the God of Chaos has his eye on taking over the world. Unless he gets the hang of being a superhero and quick, getting an F will be the least of Patrick's worries. Will Patrick's first test at being a superhero be his last, or will he become the hero he was born to be?
"I still don't understand." He was shaking all over, not from fear, but true excitement. Finally, here were the answers that he'd been looking for. Sure, seeing him morph into Zeppo the Dog Faced Man had been freaky as all get out. It would have anyone. If his need to discover exactly what was going on hadn't been stronger than his fear of awkweird, he wouldn't have stayed in his seat.
"That is why I'm here. The winds of chaos are nearly upon us. Without you as its champion, this world will not survive the machinations of Sutekh." Anubis narrowed his eyes, bringing his arched brows down into a bunched knot.
"That seems a like a lot of pressure on top of mid-terms coming right around the corner." Patrick squirmed back in his seat. "Not that I don't appreciate the fact Horus chose me, but isn't there someone else that can, you know, suit up or whatever it is that happens?"
"Hesmut, the lord of fate, chose you to be Horus' Knopic. Out of everyone on the face of the earth, only you can wield the power of the sky lord." Mr. Ubis reached across the desk and tapped him on the chest. "That means in your youthful vernacular, you're tagged."
Patrick double fisted his fingers into his hair. "What if I just, like, tell Horus to take his powers back? Then he could do it himself."
Mr. Ubis shook his head. "That is not possible. The gateway to Heliopolis is closed. Horus can not pierce the barrier. The sole way he can manifest on this world is through you."
"What about you? You're here. This Sutekh is here. Can't you stop him?" Suddenly, Patrick didn't like the sound of this whole set up. He should have known superpowers didn't come without a price.
"That is not in my power. I am a guardian, not a warrior." Anubis sucked in a deep breath.
"Not to keep asking questions that probably sound lame, but if this gateway is closed, why are you still here?" Patrick knew he should have focused on the important stuff, but he sensed a story in this. He loved a good story too much to let one slip through his fingers.
"I watch over the dead. They are my dominion, my purpose. There is no death in Heliopolis. When the gateways closed, I remained. I could not abandon my post, as they say. I am not the only one of the Ancients to stay behind. Across the globe others exist beside humanity, hidden in plain sight." Mr. Ubis smirked. "Until Sutekh's return, I had just done a better job than the others."
"So, there's more of you old Egyptian gods running around?" See, he knew this would get good.
"No, Sutekh and I are all that remain from that lineage. Remnants of the Greecian, Norse and a couple other less savory races kept guardians in place. There are rumors of some evil loosed that they watch over, but I can't be sure if that is true or idle gossip to make their sacrifices sound worthwhile." He clapped his hands. "But, that is not our concern. Sutekh is. We don't have much time. By now, he knows that Horus has found a way to breach the barrier. Unfortunately, that means he will also be searching for the Knopic that Horus is currently using to ground himself to this world."
"Knopic?" That word had kept popping up, and it sounded important. He figured it behooved him to find out what it was, because he had a sinking feeling it meant him. Bad guy looking for him. Nastiness to follow if he found him. His guts were handling worrying about that. As soon as this mystery was out of the way, Patrick was sure his head would start sending him enough dire images to make up for the oversight.
"A human who is able to host the essence of my people. They are rare. In the ancient times, a Knopic would have been revered. In the eyes of my people, they ranked as high as any pharaoh. We cherished and protected them. When the gates closed, we did our best to erase all knowledge of their existence from our lexicon. Many monuments were destroyed or defaced to ensure your coming would not be hampered. Many of the remnants of the Ancients would have used you, and those like you, to affect change on this world from their own. Only those of Heliopolis knew the secrets of its working, and we guarded it jealously. Still, in the intervening lifetimes you are the sole Knopic I have seen in so long, I feared the ability had been bred out of the line." He sighed. "Instead, of many, we have but an army of one to face the lord of chaos."
"I still don't get how I'm supposed to do that. Will Horus just bodynap me every time, like he did at the museum?" That idea was a whole lot more appealing than him figuring out how to work the superhero thing.
Ubis shook his head. "That is no longer an option. Your mind is too fragile for prolonged exposure to his essence. As I said before, if this had been the days before, you would have been trained, strengthened by our priests to withstand the stress of hosting one of my race. To defeat Sutekh, Horus has done something unheard of in our history. He has gifted you his power. My cousin has accepted mortality to ensure our worlds will survive." He reached over and took Patrick's hand. "Whether you are prepared or not, you are this world's only hope."
"Then, the world is screwed! There's no way I can get a hang of these powers. I'm barely passing phys-ed class. Heck, I don't even know how to power up!" Patrick threw his hands into the air, knocking away Mr. Ubis' hold on him. "You need to send Horus a clue and tell him to come up with another plan."
"You are the plan, Mr. Hughes." Ubis smiled, sending a comforting warmth through Patrick. "And, I am your textbook. I make no promises this will be easy. In fact, it will be the hardest thing you have ever done, and the greatest." He thumped Patrick in the center of his chest. "In you, a time that is both old and new shall be reborn. The age of heroes has returned to mankind."
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