The Eye-Dancers
by Michael
Fedison
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BLURB:
Seventh-grader
Mitchell Brant and three of his classmates inexplicably wake up at the back
edge of a softball field to the sounds of a game, the cheering of the crowd.
None of them remembers coming here. And as they soon learn, “here” is like no
place they’ve ever seen. Cars resemble antiques from the 1950s. There are no
cell phones, no PCs. Even the spelling of words is slightly off.
A
compulsive liar, constantly telling fantastic stories to garner attention and
approval, Mitchell can only wish this were just one more of his tall tales. But
it isn’t. It’s all too real. Together, as they confront unexpected and
life-threatening dangers, Mitchell and his friends must overcome their
bickering and insecurities to learn what happened, where they are, and how to
get back home.
The
answers can be found only in the mysterious little girl with the blue, hypnotic
eyes. The one they had each dreamed of three nights in a row before arriving
here. She is their only hope. And, as they eventually discover, they are her
only hope.
And time is running out.
Excerpt:
(Opening of
the book)
Peering out his bedroom window, his eyes flattened
into squinting slits, Mitchell Brant saw her.
“No,” he
said. “It can’t be her. It can’t be.”
But it
was. She had come again.
He looked
away, at the night-shadows on the floor, at the sheets jumbled and strewn on
his bed. Maybe she wasn’t really out
there. Maybe it was just an illusion,
some odd distortion of the light.
He looked out
the window.
She was still
there.
He felt the
fine hairs at the nape of his neck stand up.
Gooseflesh, cold against the stifling humidity filtering in through the
open window, speckled his forearms.
The girl was
standing under the streetlamp, looking straight in at him—the same way she had
last night and the night before. She was
just a child, probably no more than seven years old—his sister’s age. What was she doing out in the street, alone,
well past midnight? Was she a
runaway? And why had she come three
nights in a row?
He tried to
look away again, but he couldn’t. It was
as though the girl had cast a spell over him.
“What’s with you?” he said to himself.
“Just go back to sleep.” Instead,
he stood up. She had raised her right
arm above her head, waving at him frantically.
“Help
me.” The voice filtered in through the
window. “Why don’t you . . .?” The girl’s voice. And yet, there was something different about
it, something off. It sounded hollow, as
if it had originated from a dark place, a secret place, cold like the grave.
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Michael
S. Fedison was born in Rochester, New York, and now lives with his wife, Sarah,
and regal cat, Luke, in the green hills of central Vermont. Michael has been
writing creatively for as long as he can remember, and has had short fiction
published in several literary magazines, including Iconoclast and The Written
Word. He works as a full-time technical writer and also is a freelance
proofreader and copy editor.
Michael
has been a lover of imaginative stories his entire life. He enjoys any story
that takes you by the hand, lifts you up, and transports you to another place,
a new and creative way of looking at the world around us.
Buy Links:
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