What if your new home sat on the edge of an interdimensional portal? What
if the boy that the rest of the world knew was dead called to you from the other
side of that doorway? What if you learned that a horde of 10,000 angry Bigfoots
from another dimension were bent on destroying all life the Earthen Realm? What if you
then learned that you were the only thing that stood in their way? And what if
your most intimate friend was a "surfer-punk" Frisbee-dog named Kahuna with whom
you shared every thought?
Enter Jerry McAllister; a mild-mannered ten-year-old outcast who wouldn't
know that he was born for this mission until it was too late to back out. Come
along now and see if one boy can find the fortitude to save two worlds from the
wrath of one demented tyrant.
If you or your kids like fantasy stories like Narnia or Alice in Wonderland or Harry Potter - and who doesn't - then you owe it to yourself to check out Jerry McAllister.
Stick around for a minute. You won't regret it.
(The following sample was taken from Chapter 3 of the First Book)
Jerry
could feel the stares from the other kids and hear the whispers as the bus
bounced along the backwoods road. The driver seemed to be quite adept at guiding
his vehicle into every possible pothole. Finally the boy next to him broke the
silence. "That's
a pretty weird house," he said to Jerry. "Did you know that no one has lived
there for over 10 years?" Jerry
was stunned. "What are you talking about?" "That
is your house, right? The one with the blue shutters?"
"Yeah,"
Jerry said slowly. "What do you mean no one has lived there for years?" His head
was suddenly swimming. The house did not look like it had been abandoned to him.
But why would this kid make up such a story. If it had been vacant for so long,
why hadn't his mom told him?
A
girl who looked about six or seven years old sitting behind him broke in, "Some
kid died there. Fell down the well and never came back out." The first kid continued, "They say he was playing football with a some of the other neighborhood kids and just fell in. His parents were so sad they just moved away. They tried to sell the house, but lots of people feel there's something too spooky about living in a house where there was such a tragedy. They’re kinda superstitious about that stuff." Then the girl said, "Bobby, tell him about the other kids, about how they all disappeared one at a time over the next few months."
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I grew up in a world where aliens abducted shiploads of men from the Bermuda Triangle and Bigfoot liked to steal picnic baskets from hikers in the Rockies. Like Jerry McAllister, the main character in my first book, I moved a lot as a kid, rarely staying at one address longer than two years.
Today, I live with my wife, Cynthia, and our four
children in the quiet foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains. Reality
for me now includes new mysteries such as how to discretely change
diapers at high school sporting events and how to find time to get the
car to the mechanic.
I started writing Jerry McAllister shortly after my 40th birthday because I thought it looked like fun. I finished
it because my fifth grade sons demanded it. It turns out that writing
the book was the easy part. The road to publication has been fraught
with rejection and frustration. Four years later, I am pleased
to finally introduce you to Jerry, a new hero when we need him most.
Between my childhood dreams of poltergeists and the Loch Ness Monster,
and a more current desire to maintain a conscious contact with my God,
I believe I bring a unique blend of wonder and common sense to my writing. And I
have yet to meet a Bigfoot in real-life.
I grew up in a world where aliens abducted shiploads of men from the Bermuda Triangle and Bigfoot liked to steal picnic baskets from hikers in the Rockies. Like Jerry McAllister, the main character in my first book, I moved a lot as a kid, rarely staying at one address longer than two years.
