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Bobby Ether and the Jade Academy

Publisher: Koehler Books

Release Date: April 24, 2019

YA Fantasy

 When sixteen-year-old Bobby Ether is abducted and brought to the secluded Jade Academy in Tibet, monks teach him and other special students how to tap into their Anima—the universal energy that connects all living things. But the headmistress of the academy is secretly exploiting the students, looking for genetic triggers to create a new breed of humans with metaphysical abilities. As his powers increase, Bobby is thrust into a cesspool of conspiracy, lies, and betrayal. A jade amulet left by his clairvoyant grandfather may provide answers, but what exactly is his family’s connection to this mysterious place?

Can Bobby master his talents in time to uncover the truth? If not, his fate—and the fate of the entire Jade Academy—may be sealed.

Praise for Bobby Ether and the Jade Academy:

“Tragedy, mystery, and suspense make this scientific coming-of-age story a fascinating read.” —Clarion 5-star review

“Bobby Ether and the Jade Academy is a thrilling action-packed adventure you never want to end.” —IndieReader 4.5 stars

 
Excerpt

P R O L O G U E
From across the ravaged courtyard of the Jade Academy, the

Core agent known as Sandman watched the weathered Navajo

and his companions head for the mountain trail leading to the

forest below. Sandman ducked into the shadows, remaining there until

long after the travelers were gone. Then he turned and jogged back

down the trail that led to the garden near the cliffs.

Hidden back amid the rubble, the soldiers under his command

stood at attention. “Are we moving out, sir?” asked one of his men.

Some of the soldiers rose, checking their weapons and equipment.

“Mission review,” said Sandman. “Neutralize the monks if necessary.

The students are not to be harmed.”

“Rules of engagement, sir?” asked another of his soldiers.

“We’re only cleared for non-lethal force. Absolutely no explosives

or live fire. Can’t risk the noise.”

The soldiers saluted as one. “Sir, yes sir.”

“Radio silence. I will handle anyone who attempts to engage,”

commanded Sandman. “Not a peep. I want a bow on this before they

even know we’re here.”

“Sir, yes sir.”

Sandman nodded in approval and returned their salute. “Get some

rest. We roll out at zero three hundred.”

***

Their execution was flawless. In the stillness found only in the

dead of night, Sandman and his men crept into the courtyard occupied

by the sleeping refugees. The mountain had continued to rumble

and shake throughout the night, causing many of the students to have

trouble sleeping, especially on the cold hard ground.

Sandman sensed those who were still awake as easily as he would a

bonfire ablaze in the dark. With a wisp of anima, he sent each person

into a slumber so deep that even being lifted and carried wouldn’t

rouse them. The children were easy, their minds too poorly trained

and undisciplined to shield themselves from his power. Some of the

monks were tougher and required several attempts before they succumbed

to his hypnotic suggestions.

One monk in particular kept resisting. Sandman picked his way

through the mass of sleeping bodies until he located the monk in

question.

“You must be their leader,” said Sandman. The diminutive monk

at his feet twitched, as if he were struggling to break free. He looked

like an infant thrashing in a crib, restless with nightmares but unable

to wake.

Sandman’s soldiers wove through the sleeping crowd. One by one,

they picked up the children and carried them down the path to the garden.

There, the ropes he and his men had used to scale the cliff were

attached to each child to lower them down the mountain.

The process was slow, taking every minute of darkness. Once the

sun comes up, the biological imperative to wake will fight against my

control, thought Sandman as he turned to the nearest soldier and signaled

him to quicken the pace.

They lowered the last student shortly before sunrise. Sandman

stood in the remaining crowd of sleeping bodies, now nothing but

bald, middle-aged men. The baby-faced leader stirred once again,

thrashing from side to side.

Sandman sent the tiny monk a deep hypnotic suggestion for at least

the tenth time, causing the monk to roll over and resume his slumber

in silence. No nightmares for you. At least, not yet, thought Sandman.

But don’t worry, the nightmare will be real enough when you wake.

With a final glance around the clearing, Sandman slipped from the

circle and headed down the path to the garden. There, he strapped

himself to the harness at the edge of the cliff and began his descent.

About the Author

Scott Boyer grew up in Santa Monica, CA and graduated from the Haas School of Business at UC Berkeley in 1996. In 2008, he became fascinated with the idea of blending young adult fantasy with new-age/spiritual fiction and spent the next six years crafting his first novel, Bobby Ether and the Academy, which won critical acclaim for blending Eastern spiritual philosophies with a fun, fast-paced adventure style.

 

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