I'm posting off schedule because I received this Raconteur Press email and liked it so much, I decided to post it on this blog. It's fabulous!
Book 2 of Stan Wheeler’s Accidental Adventures boys adventure series released this month! Let’s take a look at that action!
Two brothers. One dead wizard. And a spell nobody warned them about.
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Twins Chris and Kenny only meant to walk through the giant fallen log at the end of Grandpa’s trail. Instead, the world explodes into fire and thunder, and they crash-land in a medieval kingdom on the losing side of a war. A dying blood mage summoned them on purpose, and now Chris is expected to take his place.
There’s just one catch. In this world, magic is paid for in blood. Every spell Chris casts — fingers of fire, a flick that stuns, a stone that breaks locks — opens a fresh wound. They call it the mulct, and the bigger the magic, the bigger the price. Meanwhile Kenny is handed an enchanted sword and mail shirt and told he’s a knight now. Ready or not.
To get home — and to stop a dragon-sorceress whose army is already crossing the Wide Waste — the boys have to find a staff sealed inside a mountain since Merlin’s day. Between them and the prize: flying blood wolves that hunt mages by scent, a valley of shape-shifting trolls, a traitor on a war-wolf, and a one-eyed pirate they were sure they’d already blown up.
I snapped the thumb and middle finger of my wounded hand. “Fire!” I yelled, throwing my hand toward the chandelier. A sheet of fire appeared beyond my fingers, speeding with a whoosh across the chandelier, melting two inches off every candle.
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The wings came forward, feathered tips down, touched before her face, and parted again like a curtain. The mouth remained closed, but we heard a voice; a feminine whisper spoke to our minds: “Look upon your doom!”
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I had no shield or sword. I reacted with the only weapon that came to mind, snapping my fingers and shooting a fan of flame at the streak of flying fur and fangs.
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A metal helm with holes for the ears guarded Badda’s snout and head. A net of chainmail glistened in the moonlight, protecting the wolf’s neck. Otho wore a mail shirt and coif. Over the shirt, a tunic of gray bore a red lion standing on its hind legs with his forepaws clawing the air. Otho carried a war axe in one hand.
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“Welcome, again,” Brand said. “This is Duke Leofwine, whose hospitality you enjoy, and this is King Dunstan, our former enemy now become our ally.”
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“Stay close together. Don’t get separated. They can overwhelm and take down any one of us by ourselves... A man alone is dead. Separated, we are three dead men.”
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...a younger man with long blond hair and a reddish beard. He wore a loose, gray shirt and a brown vest. His denim pants were ragged and torn above each ankle.
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“Not the same boys? They’re a year older is all.”
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It flopped upward like some bizarre robot assembling before us. It grew to three feet, then six. Finally, six short arms held knobbed club, and the thing leaned and teetered back and forth like a drunken sailor.
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Two brothers. One wrong turn. A different world every time.
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The Accidental Adventures Series!
Chris and Kenny go looking for adventure with their grandpa, and they keep finding the kind that shoots back.
A crack in a cave wall drops them into a Caribbean that never made the history books, where pirates sell boys like cargo and a green dragon burns ships to ash. A fallen log at the end of Grandpa’s trail throws them into a kingdom at war, where magic is paid for in blood and every spell Chris casts opens a wound in his own skin.
No superpowers. No way to save and reload. Two pocketknives, whatever they can talk their way into, and each other.
Every book in The Accidental Adventure series strands the twins somewhere new and takes away everything but their nerve. They load flintlocks. They climb burning rigging. They walk onto Dragon Island because the one thing that gets them home is sitting on it. And when Grandpa’s advice comes back to them, if you don’t feel brave then pretend you are, they do exactly that. The alternative is staying.
Fast, funny, and genuinely dangerous, for readers 8 to 12 who would rather live a story than sit still for one.
Start with Accidental Pirates. Bring snacks!
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