Finding Monsters (Guardians
of Esurack #1)
by Liss Thomas
Release Date: 10/16/13
Summary from Goodreads:
Monsters are real but they're not what we'd expect. Their realm
lays hidden only to be found in darkness. They watch their humans and keep them
from the dark portals leading to their world. To touch is forbidden... but not
all follow the rules.
Missy has been fighting to live her entire life, but when she finds herself in a realm of unique and sometimes deadly monsters, she discovers just how much of a survivor she really is. Accidentally transferred to this mysterious realm by her monster and only friend, Charlie, he finds himself weak and unable to protect her. The only way she can defend herself and him, is to become a monster herself. But an unknown dark stalker watches her progress and if he steals her power, he will unleash a scourge on both his world and the world she left behind.
Missy has been fighting to live her entire life, but when she finds herself in a realm of unique and sometimes deadly monsters, she discovers just how much of a survivor she really is. Accidentally transferred to this mysterious realm by her monster and only friend, Charlie, he finds himself weak and unable to protect her. The only way she can defend herself and him, is to become a monster herself. But an unknown dark stalker watches her progress and if he steals her power, he will unleash a scourge on both his world and the world she left behind.
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Chapter
1 Excerpt – The Human
I
knew I was dying. It’s weird the doctor felt the need to explain
that to me. I hear him outside my bedroom talking to my mother,
encouraging her to move me to a hospice. My mother refuses with hot
indignation. I picture her flailing her arms and insisting I stay
with the family ‘during this difficult time’. Truth is I’ve
never really lived. I look around my bedroom, and where most teens
have a stereo, sits a monitor for all the little gizmos attached to
my body. No cool friendship beads or Hawaiian leis decorate the posts
of my bed, just two IV drips with drug cocktails potent enough to
subdue a lumberjack. Of course, it’s the drugs that make the
disease bearable. Not completely free from pain, but the numbness
helps. I hear my mother at the door again. She sneaks in silently
just in case I’m asleep. I’m not.
“You’re
still awake, Missy?” she asks, brushing her fingertips across my
brow.
“Yes,
Mom, I’m not really tired right now.” But I’m always tired and
I sleep most of the day. I just enjoy looking out the window when the
sun is bright and the clouds are scarce. I love watching the birds
perch on the feeder that hangs from my window. They are my
entertainment, and currently there is a rose finch noshing my seeds.
I can’t sleep through this.
“Do
you need anything, sweetheart?”
“No.
I’m fine. I know you have things to do. Don’t worry about me,
Mom.” I try to sound cheerful so she won’t worry, but I know
she’s in a constant state of worry. Flashing my bravest smile, I
reach for her hand. I don’t wince, even though it is painful to
move my stiff limbs. She holds my hand and kisses it before releasing
her grip and retreating from the room. I can tell she’s going to
cry again. I blow out a huge sigh.
A
cool rush of air blows across my face. It feels good. The antiquated
osculating fan was my idea. The ceiling fan kept me too cool but the
floor fan blows air every few minutes making the air pleasant. The
gust is strong enough to lift papers from the bedside table. The
whoosh and crackle they produce bring back a memory, making me wince.
Funny what you think of at times like this. The sound sends me back
to my earlier childhood. I’m gripping the covers and stifling sobs
into my pillow as I hear the other children playing outside my
window, knowing I could never join them. Sometimes I would hear
another sound coming from under the bed. As a child, I thought it was
a monster. I was right. He’d softly call my name and ask if I could
play with him. Once, I had the courage to look under the bed with a
flashlight. Only the dust bunnies and missing socks greeted me, but I
still heard his voice.
“Missy,
come to me; let’s play.”
Sometimes
I would answer him. “I can’t today; I’m sick.” He would grow
silent but I felt sure he never left. I laugh to myself thinking back
on those memories and I swear I hear the monster calling me again.
“Missy,
come to me. Let’s play,” he calls from his hiding place.
My
muscles strain and it’s getting harder to breathe but I wheeze out,
“I can’t today. I’m sick.” This time I’m startled to hear
the monster laugh at me.
“Please
come play,” he says.
About the Author
I love writing fantasy fiction and especially for young adults. Many of my stories contain real life issues that teens face and although there’s a fantasy element to the solution, my job is to provide hope that things will get better. I’ve seen too many articles about teens who end their lives over bullying. I’m working on a spin off series from The Guardians of Esurack and hope to use this subject throughout each book. Life is too short to give in to bullies. I hope I can make that clear through my writings.
I love writing fantasy fiction and especially for young adults. Many of my stories contain real life issues that teens face and although there’s a fantasy element to the solution, my job is to provide hope that things will get better. I’ve seen too many articles about teens who end their lives over bullying. I’m working on a spin off series from The Guardians of Esurack and hope to use this subject throughout each book. Life is too short to give in to bullies. I hope I can make that clear through my writings.
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