The Last Shadow Gate
Genre: YA Fantasy
Release Date: March 3rd 2017
NeverHaven Press
Summary:
Summer vacation was never supposed to be like this.
It was bad enough Naomi had to be shipped off to her dad's home for the summer and deal with her half-brother Gavin, but when the siblings are forced to spend their break with their great-grandmother in upstate New York, everything changes. An investigation into the strange disappearance of their great-grandfather forces them to retrace his footsteps. They discover a gateway between worlds and encounter extraordinary creatures in a land where the people are desperate to escape the coming of a shade lord. To survive their adventure, Naomi and Gavin must settle their differences and find the elusive shadow gate that will take them home again.
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THE SHADOW GATE CHRONICLES:
Book 1: The Last Shadow Gate
Book 2: A Veil of Shadows (Coming 2017)
Book 3: The Shadow of War (Coming 2018)
Advance Praise for THE LAST SHADOW GATE:
"If this book had been around when I was a kid, Iâd have held it right up there with The Chronicles of
Narnia and Lord of the Rings.â - Sunshine Somerville, Author of THE KOTA SERIES
"You won't want to miss out on the thrilling yet perilous world beyond the shadow gates!" - J. Cornell Michel, Author of JORDAN'S BRAINS
*If you love fast-paced, YA Fantasy, THE LAST SHADOW GATE is the book for you.*
The Last Shadow Gate
(Sample Chapters)
1
Gavin Walker sat in a dining room chair at the head of the table. His dirty-blond bangs were pushed to one side revealing a wide-eyed expression. His mouth hung open, and he was at a loss for words, which was something that didnât happen often in the twelve-year-oldâs daily life.
âThe whole summer?â
His father stood at the opposite end of the table resting his hands on the back of a chair. The similarities between father and son were unmistakable. Mr. Walkerâs expression was calm, unlike his sonâs overreaction. Gavin could see his father wasnât going to back down, so he resorted to repetition.
âThe whole summer?â
Mr. Walker didnât budge.
âDonât be so dramatic.â
âBut Dad.â
âIt wonât kill you,â Mr. Walker said. âYou havenât seen Mama Walker in over two years and sheâs not getting any younger.â His face was stern. âLook, sheâs nearly eighty-five and Iâm not sure how many more opportunities the two of you will have to spend time with her.â
Mama Walker was Gavinâs great-grandmother. She lived alone on the outskirts of Albany, New York, in the town of Gum Springs. To a twelve-year-old boy from Southern California, Gum Springs was on the far side of the moon. Gavin didnât know Mama Walker very well.
âBut sheâs crazy, Dad,â he said. âYou said so yourself.â
Mr. Walkerâs brow wrinkled.
âI donât think sheâs crazy. Sheâs lonely since Papa went away andâ¦â
He went on, but Gavin stopped listening. He crossed his arms and sulked. He wanted to protest, but he already knew his father wasnât going to give in. He focused on something else heâd heard.
âWhat do you mean by the two of you?â
Mr. Walker smiled and hesitated.
âWell,â he said, âthatâs the rest of the story. I want you and your sister to spend the summer together with Mama Walker.â
Gavin rolled his eyes. Naomi was his half-sister who lived in Florida with her mother. The two siblings were forced to tolerate each other over summer vacations and an occasional holiday break. She was older than Gavin by three years and reminded him of it every chance she could. âWhat about football camp?â
He was playing dirty now.
âAlready took care of it,â Mr. Walker said, and Gavinâs smile disappeared. âFirst day of camp is at the end of August, and it just so happens that youâll get back with plenty of time.â
âYou already bought the ticket?â Gavin asked as his voice filled with dread.
âYep,â Mr. Walker said, âschoolâs out next Friday, and you and I fly out on Saturday.â
âYouâre coming?â
âIâm flying with you. Weâll meet Naomi in Albany then Iâm going to stay a few days and fly back.â
âVery brave of you,â Gavin said.
Mr. Walker got up, came around the table, and took a seat next to his son. He put his hand on Gavinâs shoulder and gave it a squeeze. âI know Iâm asking a lot, but come on, Gavin, do this for me,â he said. âYour mother and I have talked about this for a while. Mama Walker has been distant from the family for a long time. This will be good for her and good for the both of you kids too.â He let go and stood up. âYou know, you might even have a good time.â
Gavin doubted that very much.
â¦
Destin, Florida is a popular vacation destination. Itâs known for white, sandy beaches, and clear, blue water. That beauty is a part of life for the people who live in Destin and across the bridge in the city of Fort Walton Beach. Naomi Walker happened to be one of those lucky people.
She sat on the school bus staring out at the clear, blue water counting down the days until summer. The ninth grade was particularly difficult for Naomi. She calculated sheâd spent more days grounded during this year than all of the years before it combined. She wasnât a bad student, quite the opposite, she enjoyed most of her classes.
Sheâd always had an interest in science and history, but this year she spent more time interested in gossip and boys than any academic pursuit. Naomiâs mother was forgiving for the most part. She and her step-father were willing to give Naomi some slack as she dealt with becoming a young woman. Her father was a different story altogether.
Naomi knew her father lived in California, but sometimes she thought he was somewhere closer to Mars. Her parents divorced when she was young, but Mr. Walker did everything in his power to keep a close relationship. Naomi cherished that bond as a little girl; however, her needs had changed over the past few years. In a short time sheâd be shipped off to California while all her friends would be having the time of their lives.
She decided looking at the beach was only making matters worse and spun around to stare at the back of the seat in front of her. Chloe, her little sister, sat next to her. All of Chloeâs attention was focused on the screen of a hot pink, handheld game. Naomi pulled the game from her hand for no good reason, and the two fought over it for the rest of the ride home.
The walk from the bus stop to the front door felt longer than usual. Naomi passed the time by snatching her hand away from Chloe as the little girl tried to hold on. At fifteen, Naomi was at a peculiar crossroads in her life where adulthood and individualism was a goal and childhood just plain stunk. To Chloe, only seven, holding hands was still all the rage.
âMom, weâre home.â
Naomi threw her backpack on the sofa and walked to the kitchen with Chloe close on her heels.
âWhat about peanut butter?â Chloe asked.
âWhat about no,â Naomi said.
Chloe stuck her tongue out. âFine then,â she said, âIâll make one myself.â
The little girl pulled a chair in from the dining room as Naomi poked through the cabinets and settled on a half-finished bag of chips. Naomi slumped down on the couch, leaving Chloe to make a mess in the kitchen. She began a never-ending search for something to watch on TV with the chips in her lap and the television remote secured. The sliding door in the rear of the house opened and closed, announcing their motherâs arrival.
âWeâre home, Mom,â she said.
âJust finishing up the laundry.â
Naomi was convinced her mother did the laundry for the entire block.
âWhat in the world?â
Naomi grinned. She knew her momâs outburst had something to do with the mess Chloe was making in the kitchen. A moment later her mother made it into the living room. Her hair was frazzled and her eyes were focused in a disapproving glare.
âWhat?â Naomi asked.
âYou could have helped her.â
âSheâs not a baby, you know.â
Her mother sat down on the love seat. âI want you to turn that off, Naomi. We need to talk about something.â
Naomi didnât like the tone her mother took. This was the tone she used when delivering bad news. It was that very same tone sheâd used to tell her and Chloe their beloved cat, Tinker, was in heaven. Naomi eyed her mother closely as she hit the mute button on the remote control.
âYour father and I have had a long talk about your summer vacation,â her mother said. Naomi pulled a handful of chips out of the bag and ate through them in an unnecessarily loud manner. âAndâ¦â her motherâs voice rose to match the chip-chomping, âI believe weâve come to an agreement.â
âI can stay here for the summer?â Naomi asked.
âNo.â
Naomi sank back into the couch.
âYour father wants you and Gavin to spend the summer together.â
âWhatâs so different about that?â Naomi asked. âI have to put up with him every summer.â
âYes, butââ Her mother was interrupted by a ring. She pulled the phone out of her back pocket, looked at the number, and smiled. âIâll let him explain.â
Naomi took the phone from her mother and answered it. She recognized her fatherâs voice at once.
âHey, Dad.â She saw her mother smiling and noted it was the smile you give when you feel sorry for something. Naomiâs face scrunched as Mr. Walker explained what awaited her on summer vacation.
âBut,â she cut in.
Mr. Walker pushed on.
âMama Walker?â
Mr. Walker continued to talk.
âBut, Dadâ¦â
Her father didnât let up.
Naomi popped up off the couch.
âBut, Dad, that old ladyâs crazy.â
About the AuthorâSheâs not a baby, you know.â
Her mother sat down on the love seat. âI want you to turn that off, Naomi. We need to talk about something.â
Naomi didnât like the tone her mother took. This was the tone she used when delivering bad news. It was that very same tone sheâd used to tell her and Chloe their beloved cat, Tinker, was in heaven. Naomi eyed her mother closely as she hit the mute button on the remote control.
âYour father and I have had a long talk about your summer vacation,â her mother said. Naomi pulled a handful of chips out of the bag and ate through them in an unnecessarily loud manner. âAndâ¦â her motherâs voice rose to match the chip-chomping, âI believe weâve come to an agreement.â
âI can stay here for the summer?â Naomi asked.
âNo.â
Naomi sank back into the couch.
âYour father wants you and Gavin to spend the summer together.â
âWhatâs so different about that?â Naomi asked. âI have to put up with him every summer.â
âYes, butââ Her mother was interrupted by a ring. She pulled the phone out of her back pocket, looked at the number, and smiled. âIâll let him explain.â
Naomi took the phone from her mother and answered it. She recognized her fatherâs voice at once.
âHey, Dad.â She saw her mother smiling and noted it was the smile you give when you feel sorry for something. Naomiâs face scrunched as Mr. Walker explained what awaited her on summer vacation.
âBut,â she cut in.
Mr. Walker pushed on.
âMama Walker?â
Mr. Walker continued to talk.
âBut, Dadâ¦â
Her father didnât let up.
Naomi popped up off the couch.
âBut, Dad, that old ladyâs crazy.â
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Michael W. Garza often finds himself wondering where his inspiration will come from next and in what form his imagination will bring it to life. The outcomes regularly surprise him and itâs always his ambition to amaze those curious enough to follow him and take in those results. He hopes everyone will find something that frightens, surprises, or simply astonishes them.
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