About the book!
The creature hiding in the barn can’t exist.
Fifteen-year-old Jason Hewes knows it’s impossible. A live dinosaur would be
more believable; at least dinosaurs once roamed the land which is now the Hewes
Montana farm. But this beast from legend? Quite impossible—although it doesn’t
seem to be going away just because it shouldn’t exist.
Jason is about to reevaluate what is or isn’t
possible. His discovery is very real, leathery wings and all. Nor is his new
friend alone. Others of his kind are awakening from a centuries-long slumber.
Realizing how traumatic contact between mythological beast and modern life
could be, Jason and his impossible new ally devise a plan to integrate the
newly awakened creatures into society through teenage interaction. What could possibly
go wrong?
As the sound of giant wings becomes a common
occurrence on the Hewes family farmstead, a malignant force senses his old
enemies are flying again. Determined to end an eons-long war forever, this
being turns his attention to a small rural Montana town, a family farm, and
Jason Hewes.
Excerpt from the book!
Jason sprinted
into the house and grabbed the largest kitchen knife he could find. Then he
took a second in his other hand. Then he put a meat mallet in his back pocket. And
then, for some reason, he grabbed a carrot peeler, just for good measure. He
ran back to the front of the house and burst out of the screen door into the
yard as he shone the flashlight ahead of him and mumbled, “Stupid, stupid,
stupid” all the way to the barn.
But in the short
run to the old barn, the rain stopped. It was enough of a dramatic contrast
that it made Jason pause in mid-run. He looked curiously into the sky and saw the
clouds dissipating as stars became visible again. Had Jason been in any other
state but sheer terror, he would have asked himself questions about the phenomenon,
out loud, and probably made fun of weather forecasters again. But all he could
do was keep going to the barn.
Arriving at the
barn’s large doors, Jason swallowed hard, insulted his own common sense one
more time, and then slowly pulled them open.
He saw
nothing…mostly because it was night, and he hadn’t bothered flicking on the
light switch yet. Jason always wondered why the previous owners had run power
out to the red wooden structure. But he decided not to complain about it that night,
and he groped along the wall until he found the switch and flicked the lights
on.
And there it
was.
Judging by its
size, he could tell this was what had impacted the earth and had caused the
tremor that he’d felt back at the house. It was over thirty feet long and resembled—Jason
couldn’t believe he was thinking this—a dinosaur.
It had a long
neck attached to a muscular body and narrowed to a very long tail. Its body was
covered in scales that were colored shades of brown and gray. Spines ran along
the length of its neck and the length of its tail as well, and each of its four
legs ended in a three-toed foot, with each toe ending in a long, curved claw. Its
head was oddly shaped; a large curved plate extended back from the creature’s
eyes on either side, arcing upward into two points and vaguely resembling a
plowshare. It had a short snout tapering off to a rounded tip, with two
nostrils on the top just short of the tip.
But what made Jason realize that this was no
dinosaur were the massive wings sprouting from either side of the creature. The
wings were batlike, and Jason estimated the wingspan was close to sixty feet. Wings
like those were not vestigial, like those of an ostrich or emu; this creature
was made for flight. He noticed the membrane of one wing seemed damaged, burned
away to form a hole with seared edges. He followed the lines of the wings back
to the body and could see the creature’s chest expanding and contracting slowly
and rhythmically. It was breathing; it was alive. Unconscious but alive.
Jason finally took
notice of his own body; his breathing was shallow and rapid. He whispered to
himself, “Get a grip, Hewes. You’ve played enough fantasy games to know what
this is, as unbelievable as it seems. This is a dragon.”
About the author
Paul Smith lives in upstate New York with his wife
and two sons, where he works with emotionally disturbed and mentally ill
children. He earned a master’s degree in social sciences from Binghamton
University in 1999.
A lifelong love of science fiction, fantasy, and
superhero stories influences Paul’s writing. His most recent work was a popular
weekly online series that generated over 20,000 views. Jason and the Draconauts is his first novel.
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