February 1, 2017

Nominate The Dragon's Cave on Kindle Scout

NOMINATE ON KINDLE SCOUT:   https://kindlescout.amazon.com/p/354R8PJ38H5D5

Attention middle grade readers! Here is an opportunity to get directly involved in the publication of your next middle grade read. But hurry, voting ends SOON!

The Dragon’s Cave  by ROSE-MARIE LYTTLE

Only one boy can decode the dragon’s magic…

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A DRAGON’S TREASURE. A GREEDY KING.
ONE BOY CAN RESTORE BALANCE BEFORE THE MOUNTAIN IMPLODES.

Seamus’s day couldn’t get any worse. His best friend stops speaking to him, his cross-country coach benches him, and lightning strikes him down, right in front of his middle school. But it does get worse.  When he wakes up from the lightning, he finds himself trapped in the body of a young squire in medieval Scotland. At the base of a haunting mountain, a tyrannical king leads Seamus and a group of soldiers to face off with a dragon. When a knight who seems eerily familiar is wounded, Seamus is the only one who can find the cure deep within the dragon’s lair.

As he approaches the cure, the terrifying dragon traps Seamus and has a chance to end his life. But the dragon spares him, saying that the young squire is on a quest that could change the world forever. Seamus learns he must make a dangerous pact with new allies in order to save his friends’ life and secure one last chance to get home.

If you like Eragon and How to Train your Dragon  then you’ll love Rose-Marie Lyttle’s incredible adventure for kids ages 9-14. Nominate The Dragon’s Cave on Kindle Scout today.


EXCERPT:

Seamus opened his eyes, blinking to make out the picture in front of him. Treetops. Filtered sunlight. The air smelled woodsy.
“Seamus, what are you doing, boy? Taking a nap?” a man’s voice said, his English—or was it Scottish?—accent unfamiliar.
Seamus scrambled to his feet and dusted himself off. And then froze.
What was he wearing? Tights? Leather lace-up boots? And where on earth was he? It appeared to be some sort of meadow, not…his mind grew fuzzy trying to remember where he had just come from. All he remembered was the brightest flash of light he’d ever seen.
“Seamus!” the man snapped.
His head jerked up, and he realized the older man was speaking to him. “Yeah?”
The man frowned. “You mean, yes, sir.
Bewildered, he peered around for some clue to help him understand where he was and what was happening. A flicker of panic bubbled up in his chest. Realizing the man waited for a response, he said, “Yes, sir?”
“Come. Supper is ready.” The man wore strange clothing—a cream-colored tunic with the emblem of a crimson dragon embroidered on the front, like a knight from the Medieval Dinner Theatre where his mom once dragged him. Something about the knight seemed familiar, although he had never seen his face before.
He glanced down and realized he, too, wore a tunic with a crimson dragon. Was this some crazy dream? He touched his face. Who was he? Did he appear different? Had he somehow fallen into another boy’s body? Some kid in medieval Scotland? A tickle on his neck made him bring his hand back to find shoulder-length hair. He pulled it out to see the color—a darker brown than his sandy-blond mop back home.
The knight’s eyebrows drew together. “Come on, boy, what is the matter with you tonight?” He didn’t wait for an answer, just turned and walked away while Seamus trotted to keep up. They entered a clearing where many other knights milled about, some sitting on logs and rocks eating, some standing and talking. A large tent on one side bore the same dragon emblem they wore on their tunics. A fire burned in the middle of the clearing, and a large kettle hung over it, suspended by a chain and a tripod of sticks.
The sight of a boy his age made goose bumps prick his skin. Andy. The memory of their parting scene came back in a rush—Lacey falling in the wash, Andy’s joy that he couldn’t race, the bolt of lightning… Had it struck him? Had he died and come here, to this place? It sure didn’t seem like any version of heaven he’d ever imagined. Nor did it appear to be hell or even purgatory. What was this—medieval times?
BIO
Rose-Marie Lyttle is a USA Today bestselling and award-winning author under another penname. As Rose-Marie, she writes middle grade and young adult fantasy novels. She is also a contemporary dance teacher, Feldenkrais Practitioner(R), energy worker and mom to two lights who shine up her world. She splits her time between Tucson, AZ and Taos, NM.

You can connect with her on:
Blog:  https://rosielight.wordpress.com
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