Monday, October 15, 2012

COVER REVEAL + GIVEAWAY (CLOSED): Keeper of the Black Stones (Stone Ends #1) by PT McHugh



Title: 

Keeper of the Black Stones
(Stone Ends #1)

Author: 
PT McHugh

Release Date: 
Feb 5/2013

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Jason Evans, a shy, introverted high school freshman, thought that his mundane life was all there was - girls, golf, physics, and the occasional bully. Until he found out about the secrets his grandfather had been keeping from him ... a set of stones that allowed him to jump through time ... a maniacal madman who used the stones to shape history to his liking ... and Jason’s role as one of the few people in the world who could stop that man. Against impossible odds, a fourteen-year-old boy must take up hislegacy, learn everything he needs to know within one short day, and travel helter skelter into the Middle Ages, to join Henry VII’s fight against Richard III, end the Dark Ages, and stop the man who now holds his grandfather captive. In this romp through history, Jason and his friends must race against time to accomplish not one, but two missions:

 Save his grandfather.


 And save the world.

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Section Reveal

“What is this place?” he asked breathlessly. We were in a dark underground room, much smaller than our basement. The room was lined in thick concrete blocks. There was no light coming from the outside, and I guessed that the room was probably soundproof as well. Not a room built for entertaining. A room built for keeping secrets.

Paul found a cord in the ceiling and pulled it. We both jumped as several light bulbs clicked on and flooded the room with harsh artificial light. The light revealed a small metal desk with an old wooden straight-back chair against the back wall. A computer monitor and hard drive sat on top of the desk, along with several pens and pencils and one red three-ring notebook. Beside the desk stood two wooden bookshelves, filled to bursting with books. Next to those, a large map of England was taped to the concrete wall.


I ran my eyes over the map to the floor on the left, and froze. The desk and map were odd, but at least they were everyday items. The large black slab of stone lying next to them was not. The cold chill ran down my spine again, and I shuffled backward several steps.


“Oh my God, is that it?” Paul asked nervously.


I ignored the question and inched my way forward, toward the stone. It was large, perhaps 7 to 8 feet wide and 10 to 11 feet long. Easily 3 to 4 inches thick. Hundreds of symbols were etched into the dark surface, in a language I’d never seen before. The stone was glossy, but didn’t reflect light the way it should. Instead, it seemed to suck the light from the room around us, building its own dark aura. And it hummed. I could feel the pulse of the stone in my bones, like a giant, steady heartbeat. It beat again and again, matching my own heartbeat, and I forgot to breathe. Doc hadn’t been lying, then. The stone did speak to him. And it called to me the same way it called to him. I’d been hearing it for days. I just hadn’t realized it.


As I stood there, transfixed and listening, the writing on the stone began to glow. I blinked and looked again, to see that the glow was gone.


“Did you see that?” I gasped, reaching for Paul and taking my eyes off the stone for the first time.


“See what?” Paul whispered. “The only thing I see is that creepy stone.”


“The symbols … I think they moved,” I said, surprised that Paul hadn’t seen it.
Paul shook his head. “Didn’t see anything like that, buddy.” He took a step toward the stone and bent over to look at it.
 

I followed slowly, wondering if I’d been seeing things. Then the humming started again, louder than before. This time it went straight to my head, and I gasped and fell to my knees. The stone thrummed louder, and took on its eerie glow, burning brighter and brighter until the symbols themselves lifted up off the surface. They hovered just above the stone’s surface, ghostly, dark reflections of their physical counterparts. Then they began to move, dancing around the edges of the stone to the humming rhythm of its heart.
 

“Holy…” I breathed. It was one of the most beautiful things I’d ever seen.
 

“Hey, what on earth are you doing?” Paul asked nervously.
 

I stood, keeping my eyes fixed on the dance in front of me. “You’re honestly telling me that you can’t see that?” I whispered.
 

“See what? This isn’t funny anymore.”
 

Paul grabbed my arm, and the dance ended as abruptly as it had begun. The symbols fell back into place, and the stone lost its glow. I moaned quietly. The symbols had been strange, eerie, and frightening, but they’d also been surprisingly familiar. Losing them was almost physically painful. I focused on the stone, trying to bring them back, or make the slab glow again.
 

“So how exactly does this thing work?” Paul asked, breaking my focus.
 

I cleared my throat and tried to find my voice. “Doc didn’t exactly leave directions in his journal. He just said that the stone … spoke to him.”
 

“Well what the heck does that mean? That stone doesn’t look like it has any kind of speech capabilities.”
 

I smiled. “Actually, I think I know exactly what it means.”
Paul didn’t hear me, and reached out to touch the stone. “So this is it,” he said, bending down. “This is the stone that can take us into the past.”
 

“Stop! What are you doing?” I grabbed his hand and pulled him back.
 

“I’m just touching it. Why?"
 

“I don’t know. Who knows what might happen? Maybe you’re not supposed to touch it,” I answered.
 

“Ah.” Paul nodded. “Good point.” He shoved his hands back into his pockets.
 

As he spoke, though, a jolt of energy shot from the stone into my bones, and the unearthly glow returned. I felt an irresistible urge to put my own hands on the stone, and allow the symbols to race across my skin. Confused, I closed my eyes, trying to focus and clear my head. All I could feel, all I could hear, was the stone’s humming, drowning out all other sight and sound. Drowning out thought. Then it was gone, leaving in its place a feeling of calm contentment. Of readiness. And a clear, precise light in my mind.
 

I could feel the stone beneath my hands, as though I were already touching it. My mind explored the deep, cold grooves in the surface, and felt the light touch of the symbols as they moved. A shot of heat moved from the stone, through my hands, and down my spine.
 

“I wonder what the symbols mean,” Paul said quietly.
 

I heard him through the haze of the stone, as though he were standing on the other side of a wall, or under water. I suddenly became acutely aware of my surroundings – the smell of mildew and garlic, the friction of a cricket rubbing his back legs together outside. I could taste the sodium that clung to the salt water embedded in the concrete of the walls around us, and felt Paul’s heart beat as if it were in my own chest. I heard sounds that didn’t make any sense. Horses running, and the sound of metal screeching against metal. Men yelling, or cheering.
 

Looking down, I saw a hazy, half-formed path in front of my feet. Listening closely, I heard exactly where it would lead. And when.
I opened my eyes, breaking the spell, and turned to face Paul. His face had gone slack and white as he stared at me.
 

“I know exactly what the symbols mean,” I said quietly.
 

“How do you know that?” Paul asked.

“Because,” I replied slowly, “the stone just told me.”


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PT McHugh didn’t start out as a storyteller. He was, however, born into a family that encouraged imagination. He became a fan of history in school and then went to college to become a construction engineer, to build a world of straight lines, angles, and equations. He was just as surprised as everyone else when he realized that he believed in magic, and might just know the secret of how to jump through time. Since then, he’s been researching the possibility and learning everything he can about history. Just in case the opportunity arises.

PT was born and raised in New Hampshire and currently lives in Raleigh, North Carolina with his wife and two daughters, daring to dream of alternate worlds and cheering for his beloved New England Patriots.


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-GIVEAWAY CLOSED-

I'm so insanely excited for this book's release, and am HONORED to have been a part of this cover and section reveal. This was a last minute decision, but I've decided to host a giveaway as well! 

The lucky winners will snag a copy of The Keeper of the Black Stones!
(Note: The book is set to release on Feb 26/2013, so the winner will receive the book at that time. I will simply be pre-ordering it.)

*VERY IMPORTANT UPDATE*: The EVER wonderful and amazing Carrie from Glass House Press has recently supplied 2 more copies for the giveaway!!! So the chances of winning have now increased! I will now be choose 3 winners instead of only 1. Good luck everyone!!

Rules & Regulations

1. I will be choosing 3 winners, you will each win 1 copy of the book.
2. You must be following me via GFC or RSS
3. Open internationally as long as Book Despository ships to your country 
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4. You must be 13 years or older to enter.
5. Contest ends in 2 weeks: Oct 29/2012 at 12:01AM
6. Winners will be announced via Twitter, and have 48 hours to respond.

10 comments:

  1. Based on the section reveal, I am really intrigued by the story. It's refreshing to have a male main character for a change, which seems to be rare in recent YA fiction. And I love the cover!

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  2. Thanks for the giveaway. The section reveal has made me want to read this.

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  3. This sounds awesome. The section reveal was left me wanting for more. :)) Thanks for the giveaway!

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  4. The section reveal left me dying for more !!! Why did it have to stop I need to win this now !!!!

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  5. Thank you so much for a fantastic book giveaway, that i would love to have the oportunity of reading. I adore the young-adult genre that is so diverse. My attention was caught instantly by the striking cover, and more so by the compelling and gripping excerpt. Now that i have read such and intensly captivating part i only want to read on and find out more! Thank you so much.

    Email: lfountain1(at)hotmail(dot)co(dot)uk

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  6. Thank you for the giveaway. :) I want to read this book soo bad.

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  7. This drew me in. Can't wait to read it!

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  8. ehm,, the section reveal makes me want to read more. thanks for this chance to win the book^^

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  9. After the reveal, I HAVE to get this book!

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