A Sneak Peek at Book 3!

The actual writing of books is an isolating experience. One in which readers don’t hear much about the stories they’re waiting for. Taking that into consideration, I’ve decided to post the first chapter of Guts and Glory book THREE! here so you can have a sneak peek at what I’m working on. Happy reading! ~ JC

The Legend of Guts & Glory: Book 3 (Title Pending)

Guts

*WHACK*

*WHACK*

*WHACKWHACKWHACK*

Back and forth, up and down, my new sword hacked at the weeds of swampy Noc. Some were slashed off instantly, others — the big ones — took a few more whacks. I didn’t mind. Those were the most fun.

*WHACK*

“Might wanna aim higher,” a voice said from behind me. “I hear those ‘dults’re pretty big.”

“WHO–” I spun around in the mucky swamp floor. My boot didn’t.

*SMACK*

Face, meet mud.

The voice laughed. I looked up, wiping green muck from my eyes, and saw a girl I’d never seen before.

She was a Teen — I could tell that from the three-stripe tattoo under one brown eye — but she looked about my age. I figured she couldn’t be older than 13 but since Nil Kids don’t celebrate birthdays, she wouldn’t have known if I asked. She had darkish skin, and black hair pulled back into a tight braid. She was skinny everywhere but her face, her round cheeks even rounder from the huge smile she was giving me. Like everyone from the city of Nil, she wore layered rags, heavy boots, and old tires on her arms and legs for armor. Unlike most, she carried no weapons that I could see, though she did have a few multicolored ropes tied around her waist. From them hung a floppy leather bag.
She leaned down and held out a gloved hand, still smiling like a loon. “Yer mighty-tighty Guts the brave! Hero ‘a Nil! Right?”

I took her hand and pulled myself to my feet. “Something like that,” I muttered, trying to wipe big slabs of mud off my knees. “You know it’s dangerous to sneak up on someone who has a weapon, right?”

She laughed again. “I ain’t too worried ‘bout YOU anyhow. MUD-MAN.”

“Mature,” I muttered. Spotting my sword in the muck, I picked it up and wiped it off as good as I could on my dirty pants, careful to keep the sharp edge away from my skin. It was small, curved, and made of a few different metals patch-soldered together. It wasn’t much more than a glorified knife. At least, on the outside.

Gripping the hilt, I flipped a hidden switch under the hand guard. With a FOOSH! of electric blue sparks, the blade lit up in dancing lines of electricity. Books had been pretty excited about that.

“See? It matches yer buzzballs!” He’d said when he showed me.

To my satisfaction, the girl jumped back a little.

“You know me,” I said to the girl, flipping the switch off again. The sudden loss of blue light made me realize how dark it was getting. “But who are you?”

“Goin’ by the namea Wendy fer now,” she said. “I’m here ta take ya ta the meetin’.”
I grimaced and sheathed my sword. “That’s what I was afraid of.”

She turned in the darkening shadows. “C’mon Hero ‘a Mud. They’re gonna start fast.”

Groaning inwardly, I followed Wendy-the-Teen back to Camp Zombie.

 

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