About the Book
Title: Rebecca’s Initiation
Author: Gary Green
Genre: YA Fantasy
Rebecca’s Initiation is a fast paced fantasy adventure about a young girl who loses her
mother in a car accident and has to go live with her grandmother. Her
grandmother, Naomi, is an extraordinary woman who lets Rebecca in on her secret
and initiates her into a world of magic populated with fairies, gnomes, elves
and a dragon. Rebecca soon learns that her mother’s death was not an accident
and that she was the intended victim. An ancient god has marked her for death
and without the help of her new magical friends she is doomed. She has to learn
how to defend herself—and learn fast. Rebecca’s Initiation will keep you
guessing from beginning to end.
Author Bio
During this time he became a practiced listener and a good story teller.
Now he divides his time between his small farm and writing inspiring and educational books.
His writings have helped many learn the skills needed to:
Ø Reduce
feelings of worthlessness and isolation
Ø Increase
feelings of happiness
Ø Conquer
addictions
Ø Reach
new levels of spiritual understanding
Ø Improve
relationships
Ø Find
hope
He has long lived
by the motto “Inspire Joyful Sanity”. So, what the heck does that mean? Well,
the inspire part is obvious. His definition of sanity is to understand and accept the universe and the rules that
make it work. The joyful part refers to the idea that joy is the default state
of the human mind. The idea is that as you understand and accept the rules of
the universe you remove the barriers to being in a joyful state. His goal is to
inspire joyful sanity in himself and others.His first books were inspirational self-help. However, all his life he has been a fan of sci-fi and fantasy. Rebecca’s Initiation is his first attempt at writing fiction and the first of a planned series called Redemption.
Links
my
website: https://authorgarygreen.wordpress.com/
One day at supper Naomi put her fork down and looked Rebecca straight in the eye. She said, “I get a sense that you are having trouble with my situation with Cedric.”
“Well…….It is kind of weird”
“Maybe it would help if you could talk directly to Cedric.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, I can sort of step aside and let Cedric talk directly to you. Would that be OK?”
“I, well, I guess so.”
With that Naomi’s eyes started to glow red. Then in a deep voice, quite unlike Naomi’s Cedric said, “Hello, Rebecca. Fear not. I will not hurt you.”
Rebecca just sat staring into those red eyes.
After a moment of staring at each other Cedric continued. “I can see that you are still afraid. It is a pity that there are so many stories about how evil dragons are. Everyone gets scared around us. Since we seem to be stuck with each other, it would seem that we need to find a way to make you more comfortable and make this thing work. Let’s see. . . . . .Maybe if you could talk to someone who is less intimidating, more cuddly.”
“What do you mean?”
“Maybe it would be easier to show you. Pip, show yourself.” Cedric turned his head, looking at one of the empty chairs at the dining table. Rebecca turned her head in the same direction and there he was. There was a pudgy little face just barely peeking over the table and a tiny little hand waving at her.
“Hi, I’m Pipyrruqawadermurgh. You may call me Pip.” He said. He then jumped down, waddled around the table and extended his hand. “I am very pleased to meet you Rebecca.”
Rebecca stood up and shook his hand and just stared at Pip. He was short, not even as tall as the table. And he was fat. He wore a green jacket, like a sports jacket, with a matching vest, the buttons straining against his bulk. His brown pants came down barely past his knees. His calves and ankles were covered with red and white striped socks. His black shoes had pointy toes and big gaudy looking gold buckles. Then there was his hat. It was green, matching his jacket and vest, and reminded Rebecca of hats she had seen in pictures of Robin Hood—pointy with a long feather.
Finally, Rebecca said, “You’re a . . . . . a”
“Gnome” Pip finished. He doffed his hat in a broad sweeping gesture and bowed at the waist, saying “Pip the gnome, at your service m’lady.” He stood up and just stood there grinning
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