Chasing Prophecy by James Moser
Publication date: January 2nd 2014
Genres: Paranormal, Thriller, Young Adult
Publication date: January 2nd 2014
Genres: Paranormal, Thriller,
Synopsis:
“Chasing Prophecy” is the story of Mo, a teen boy just trying to survive high school in the mountain town of Boulder Creek, Washington. Boulder Creek is an isolated and mysterious place, proud of its reputation as the “Bigfoot Sighting Capital of the World”. Mo falls in love with a girl named Prophecy who lives with a group that some call a commune and others call a cult. When she disappears, Mo must find the courage to face the monster that her family has become. “Chasing Prophecy” is a heartwarming contemporary coming of age story. This book chronicles the adolescence of one boy who must transform himself to save the girl of his dreams.
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End
of chapter 3--Confrontation between main characters and their rivals on a
bridge high over the Boulder River.
Richard
said, “Why are you even talking, Maureen, I mean Maurice? Go sit in your
highchair and let the grownups work this out, OK, little guy?”
Even
with my new growth spurt, he never missed a chance to let me know I lived every
second of my life ten seconds from a surfing lesson.
Max
said coldly, “Don’t you clowns talk to him that way.”
Kazzy
said, “—or we will kick your cracker asses.”
I
looked up at her and realized I’d been looking up to her my whole life.
She was calm and still when she was standing up for herself. She didn’t
have to stand on her tiptoes or raise her voice. When I tried to stand up
for myself, I knew people saw the question marks in my eyes.
Kazzy’s
eyes were full of answers, and I loved her. Deep inside me I felt
something break, heal, and get stronger all at once.
Richard
watched another carful of mourners pass us by. “Your little cult funeral
all done?” he said.
Kazzy
said, “Why do you say ‘Cult’? Do you see a fence keeping anyone in or
out? Do you see us trying to blow anything up? There’s not a weapon
on our whole ranch. You crackers have more guns than I’ve seen in my
whole life.”
I
pulled out my pocketknife, found a smooth spot in the pine railing, and pushed
the blade into the sun-bleached log. I worked the blade up and down, back
and forth, deeper and deeper.
M
Kazzy
said, “So let me get this straight. One of us jumps, and you don’t say
‘cult’ for two years? You don’t say a word to any of us all the way til
graduation night?”
“That’s
the deal.”
I
pushed the tip of the blade across the wood. I made a rectangle and
rounded off the corners.
O
I
pulled off my Seattle Mariners baseball cap and dropped in my keys and
phone. I found a safe corner to stash my stuff near a gigantic steel
bracket joining two logs. I walked to the other side of the bridge,
across from the others.
Richard
said, “We’re waiting, Kazzy, I mean Prophecy.”
“Hey,
Richard!” I said.
He
looked at me. They all looked at me.
“Catch!”
I yelled, tossing him my knife. I said, “It’s August twentieth. If
you can’t spell ‘August,’ just write eight-dash-twenty.”
They
all stared at me. I held up three fingers. “Redneck Honor,” I
said. I pulled off my shirt, dropped it to the ground, and ran right at
Richard and Boo. They stepped back. Their eyes were full of
questions.
For
the first time in my life, my eyes were full of answers.
“He’ll
never . . .” Richard started to say.
“Mo,
DON’T!” Kazzy yelled.
Max
screamed, “Oh, YEAH!!!”
My
left foot landed on the orange Bigfoot “X”.
My
right foot landed on the low rail. I pushed off.
I
closed my eyes. I opened my eyes. I saw sky and mist kicked up by
white water crashing into rocks.
I
closed my eyes. I opened my eyes. I looked down. I was either
going to just clear the boulder closest to the bridge or I was getting an
ambulance ride, or I was about to die.
I
screamed, “AAAAAAAAAAAAHH!”
The
bottoms of my feet smacked the water hard, then all of me was underneath, then
my feet hit the bottom. Knees and elbows on rock. I looked up
through ten feet of clear, freezing water. Through the bumpy surface I
could see the shapes of my friends, the colors of their clothes. I pushed
off the bottom and shot through the surface.
Bloody.
Dizzy. Alive. Icy water—snow the day before—stretched my skin
tight.
I
squinted up at the bridge, saw Max and Kazzy jumping up and down, arms over
their heads, screaming. I pulled myself up to the flat top of a giant
rock. I stood and raised my arms to the sky, the mist throwing little
rainbows all around me. I held up the three-fingered redneck honor
salute. My friends threw back their heads and laughed. They turned
to Richard and Boo, showed them three fingers. The bullies walked slowly
to their car. I stood on a rock but felt myself floating.
I
thought, So this is what it means to fly.
AUTHOR BIO
When he's not dazzling Goodreads members with his wit and charm, the author is typically reading, writing, or watching way too much TV while snacking on chocolate treats from Trader Joe's (and who can blame him--those things are GOOD, yo!).
The author wanted to write about teenagers transforming themselves to survive. The result is "Chasing Prophecy," a story about love, loss, redemption, and monsters. Boo Radley is the author's all-time favorite book character, which is how the Seattle-area legend of Bigfoot entered this story.
Moser holds a B.A. in bookish matters and a Master's in the same. He lives in Seattle with his wife and eight year old son.
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ReplyDeleteJames Moser
You are very welcome!!
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You are welcome!!
DeleteLove the excerpt,sounds great!
ReplyDelete(Karla Sceviour)
I love the sound of the book!!
DeleteLooks like a great read!
ReplyDeleteIt really does. Its on my wishlist :)
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