Title: THE GODSEEKER SAGA: THE WIZARD AND THE KNIGHTMARE
Genre: YA Urban Fantasy
Word Count: 66,000
Lanphier High School freshman Frank Williams might be the last to disappear but, if he’s not careful, he’ll be the first to die.
History is Frank’s favorite subject. It’s equal only to French, because he’s très bien at that too. So when history teacher Xavier Byrnam brings a red suit of armor to class, Frank can’t help but feel drawn to the statue.
Fifteen high school students in his city have gone missing, but Frank still takes his cat for walks, unsupervised. At the site where a girl was last seen, he discovers an invisible, penny-like residue in the air that only he can taste – but life goes on as normal.
Until his cousin vanishes.
Something’s happening at Lanphier, and the police have it all wrong; his cousin would never run away, and Frank suspects the other students didn’t either. Now, only he can follow the coppery breadcrumbs to discover the truth behind the disappearances. But what he finds may cost him his life, because Mr. Byrnam’s knight is more than just red-tinted armor ... it’s blood-tainted terror.
“Kick his ass, Frank!”
Frank Williams dodged the first blow of the fight. With strength he didn’t know he could muster, he managed to catch the second. The strike stung his palm and jolted up to his elbow, but he preferred a hurt hand to a black eye. He raised his own fist, upper cutting the other in the jaw. It sent him backwards, but he stayed on both feet.
“I don’t wanna fight,” Frank said as others around him booed his words. The other teen stared him down, not saying a word. “I don’t even know your name.”
“Scott,” said the other as he walked in a circle, attempting to fake Frank by feinting left then punching right.
“Fine, Scott. How about we just — ?”
Frank’s offer fell flat when Scott tackled him, the two landing on the sidewalk near Lanphier High School. Scott held both of Frank’s wrists down to restrain him, but Frank wouldn’t be so easily defeated. He lifted his head, butting Scott right in his pig-like upturned nose. The kid’s shaggy, greasy Jewfro shook from the impact, and he fell backwards, off Frank.
“Are you going to stop?” Frank asked once he stood up, looming a foot over his face as though he would stomp on it. Scott threw his hands up over his head, and made a muffled yell. “Fine.”
Frank picked up his book bag from the concrete, moaning as he did so. “Damn it, he scuffed my new shoes.”