Shore Balance
by Enrique Rosado
Genre: YA Contemporary fantasy
Release date: April 2nd 2019
Summary:
Lahar and Arena have a shot to make it back home, but it comes with a price. Now they must balance Lahar’s magic lessons, getting back home, and the hunt for the magical items that control reality known as the “Balances.” Arena and Lahar are tested as dark secrets will reveal themselves and Void, the monster who lives below the sand, makes his final move.
Book One:
Shore by Enrique Rosado
Summary:Lahar’s life was regular- college, work, then binge watch whatever was in her queue. That was until she woke up in a new land. She meets a young wizard named Arena, who has made a home on the beach. With the help of his massive dog and mystical creatures called wisps, she must find a way back home while she fights the forces of a monster who lives among them. Join this Fantasy adventure, with new creatures to see and adventures to be had.
“4.5/5 Stars … a truly quirky and unique read that will be a new favorite for fantasy lovers.” – San Francisco Book Review
“A parade of whimsical elements reminiscent of early, dreamlike video games” – Kirkus Review
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Excerpt:
How Did I Get Here?
A soft
flamingo print duvet cocoons her. The wind blows, gently tickling her nose. She
hides under the duvet, trying her best to stay asleep and avoid the
responsibilities she pushed off until today. Then, a thought gnaws at her head
like a tick.
flamingo print duvet cocoons her. The wind blows, gently tickling her nose. She
hides under the duvet, trying her best to stay asleep and avoid the
responsibilities she pushed off until today. Then, a thought gnaws at her head
like a tick.
Her bedroom
smells of half-eaten pizza, and a laundry basket that is in a desperate need of
emptying. No windows for the sunlight to shine through, freezing temperatures,
and she is sure she left the T.V. on while marathoning a doctor show last
night.
smells of half-eaten pizza, and a laundry basket that is in a desperate need of
emptying. No windows for the sunlight to shine through, freezing temperatures,
and she is sure she left the T.V. on while marathoning a doctor show last
night.
Why does she
feel the warm sunlight and coolness of the wind? She lowers the duvet and peers
her head out. This isn’t her apartment. No, instead she is in the middle of a
field, under the shade of an unnaturally enormous tree.
feel the warm sunlight and coolness of the wind? She lowers the duvet and peers
her head out. This isn’t her apartment. No, instead she is in the middle of a
field, under the shade of an unnaturally enormous tree.
She tries not to freak out, but to no avail. Her heartbeat is
rapid and her breathing shallow. She finds some comfort in the fact that she is
still in her bed. She wipes the crust off her hazel eyes and examines her
caramel skin on both arms for any marks, bruises, or scratches. They both are
blemish-free.
rapid and her breathing shallow. She finds some comfort in the fact that she is
still in her bed. She wipes the crust off her hazel eyes and examines her
caramel skin on both arms for any marks, bruises, or scratches. They both are
blemish-free.
She sits up while taking a deep breath, then proceeds to smack
her own face. The stinging sensation on her cheek confirms her worst fear, that
this isn’t a dream. The vibrant green grass tickles her feet as she stands up.
She looks at her stained shirt with “Do Not Disturb” written on it.
her own face. The stinging sensation on her cheek confirms her worst fear, that
this isn’t a dream. The vibrant green grass tickles her feet as she stands up.
She looks at her stained shirt with “Do Not Disturb” written on it.
A few steps away from the bed, she looks back to stare at her
bed. A vibrant colored leaf from the tree falls onto her pillow. The trunk of
the tree is twisted in a strange, yet appealing, way. Each leaf is a different
color; each is vibrant and full of life.
bed. A vibrant colored leaf from the tree falls onto her pillow. The trunk of
the tree is twisted in a strange, yet appealing, way. Each leaf is a different
color; each is vibrant and full of life.
She turns to face the vast field surrounding her. There is no
sign of civilization, or any life close by. After a few seconds of hesitation,
she starts to walk forward. The warm sunlight hits her skin as her legs weaken.
Fear coils inside her mind while thoughts ricochet around. Where is she? How
did she even get here? Then a sharp stench hits her nose.
sign of civilization, or any life close by. After a few seconds of hesitation,
she starts to walk forward. The warm sunlight hits her skin as her legs weaken.
Fear coils inside her mind while thoughts ricochet around. Where is she? How
did she even get here? Then a sharp stench hits her nose.
The rancid smell fills her nostrils as she searches for the
source. Then it dawns on her. She raises her shirt to sniff the fabric. She
gags as she finds the source of the smell. The woman can’t recall the last time
she washed this shirt, fearing it teeters past a week.
source. Then it dawns on her. She raises her shirt to sniff the fabric. She
gags as she finds the source of the smell. The woman can’t recall the last time
she washed this shirt, fearing it teeters past a week.
She didn’t have a reason to leave her room. Most of her
assignments in college courses were either finished or far from their due
dates. Not to mention most of her classes were online.
assignments in college courses were either finished or far from their due
dates. Not to mention most of her classes were online.
Her parents lived at least five towns away. All of her friends
were caught up in their jobs or buried in their own projects. Most of the time,
they would head to her place anyway. She can’t even remember the last time she
left her apartment for non-school-related purposes.
were caught up in their jobs or buried in their own projects. Most of the time,
they would head to her place anyway. She can’t even remember the last time she
left her apartment for non-school-related purposes.
She lets herself get lost in her thoughts as she wanders the
field for what she thinks is hours, until a new scent hits her nose. It is soft
and salty, with a crashing noise to accompany the smell.
field for what she thinks is hours, until a new scent hits her nose. It is soft
and salty, with a crashing noise to accompany the smell.
It takes her a few seconds to recognize the familiar
feelings. “The beach!” She blurts out in excitement. Her feet pound the grass;
dirt is flung in the air as she sprints down the field.
feelings. “The beach!” She blurts out in excitement. Her feet pound the grass;
dirt is flung in the air as she sprints down the field.
If she finds a beach, she may find people. There are always
people at the beach this close to the summer. Her heart pounds like a cannon,
but her breathing is under control. She stops running when she no longer
feels the crunch of grass and starts to feel the burning sensation of sand
between her toes.
people at the beach this close to the summer. Her heart pounds like a cannon,
but her breathing is under control. She stops running when she no longer
feels the crunch of grass and starts to feel the burning sensation of sand
between her toes.
Her eyes begin to survey the land. The beach stretches with no
end on either side. The sand glimmers with their beauty. The ocean waters are
the clearest she has ever seen. All of this, but no sign of anyone around.
end on either side. The sand glimmers with their beauty. The ocean waters are
the clearest she has ever seen. All of this, but no sign of anyone around.
Her heart plummets into her stomach. Her eyes glance at the
ocean as she walks down the beach. The waves crash down upon the sand, with
droplets hitting her. The sea foam hits her feet and recedes back into the
ocean. The sudden chill sends shivers down her spine. Suddenly, a figure comes
into view.
ocean as she walks down the beach. The waves crash down upon the sand, with
droplets hitting her. The sea foam hits her feet and recedes back into the
ocean. The sudden chill sends shivers down her spine. Suddenly, a figure comes
into view.
Her eyes squint as she makes out what is on the beach. It’s
someone lying down. A sudden rush of energy fills her as she runs down the
beach screaming. “Hey, hello!” Then she stops dead in her tracks. Who is this
person? They could be a murderer, crazed psychopath, or even the person who
brought her here.
someone lying down. A sudden rush of energy fills her as she runs down the
beach screaming. “Hey, hello!” Then she stops dead in her tracks. Who is this
person? They could be a murderer, crazed psychopath, or even the person who
brought her here.
Then, a new thought rolls in her head. The person didn’t move
after being yelled at; they are still lying on their back. Carefully, she walks
up to the person. “Excuse me, are you alive?” She says calmly while moving
close enough to make out the figure.
after being yelled at; they are still lying on their back. Carefully, she walks
up to the person. “Excuse me, are you alive?” She says calmly while moving
close enough to make out the figure.
He is a man with fair skin. The
sides of his head are shaven clean, and the remaining espresso brown hair is in
the style of a Mohawk. She guesses he is either 21 or 22 years old, two years
younger than her. She crouches down close to the man. Usually, she wouldn’t be
this close to a stranger, offering them their own personal space, but this is
not a typical situation.
sides of his head are shaven clean, and the remaining espresso brown hair is in
the style of a Mohawk. She guesses he is either 21 or 22 years old, two years
younger than her. She crouches down close to the man. Usually, she wouldn’t be
this close to a stranger, offering them their own personal space, but this is
not a typical situation.
With her index finger, she pokes the man’s cheek. It feels warm.
His chest moves up and down while he lies there. With this, she can tell the
man is alive and starts to shake his shoulder as she softly speaks. “I am sorry
to wake you, but this is an emergency.”
His chest moves up and down while he lies there. With this, she can tell the
man is alive and starts to shake his shoulder as she softly speaks. “I am sorry
to wake you, but this is an emergency.”
The man eyes slowly start to open, revealing a shade of blue
that matches the ocean he lays next to. “I know it is rude to wake someone
sleeping, but I am desperate here. You see, I am lost right now.” The man snaps
out of his daze to see the woman in front of him.
that matches the ocean he lays next to. “I know it is rude to wake someone
sleeping, but I am desperate here. You see, I am lost right now.” The man snaps
out of his daze to see the woman in front of him.
His hand slams into the sand as he quickly utters some words
that the woman doesn’t recognize. As he jumps back, a cluster of squid
tentacles made of sand rise around her. They wrap around each other and harden
to stone, trapping her in a cage.
that the woman doesn’t recognize. As he jumps back, a cluster of squid
tentacles made of sand rise around her. They wrap around each other and harden
to stone, trapping her in a cage.
A scream of uncertainty and fear escapes her mouth. This is it,
the edge. She must have plunged off the deep end. There is no way this is real.
She reaches out to feel the rough yet warm stone cage trapping her. Her sight
now on the man standing in front of her. He is almost as scared as she is. His
eyes, she could have sworn they were blue a second ago, not this crimson red.
the edge. She must have plunged off the deep end. There is no way this is real.
She reaches out to feel the rough yet warm stone cage trapping her. Her sight
now on the man standing in front of her. He is almost as scared as she is. His
eyes, she could have sworn they were blue a second ago, not this crimson red.
He steps closer to the cage as he asks, “Who are you?”
About the Author
I’m Enrique Rosado, a Puerto Rican who grew up on the island for a bit before landing in Killeen, Texas, a town that cultivated me and made me who I am today. Now I find myself in New York City writing any chance I get.
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