About your Book:
“House on Bo-Kay Lane” continues the adventure begun in book one in this series, “Gerald and the Wee People”.
Gerald and Vernon believe their time with the wee people came to an end after they returned to their home world but begin to wonder when strange things started to happen at an abandoned house in their neighborhood. Ghostly images of familiar faces from the wee people village are seen in the windows, echoes of voices from the past haunt the boys’ dreams and an undeniable curiosity draws Gerald and Vernon to investigate the mysterious haunted house. What they find takes them back to the world of the wee people and a new adventure begins.
In “House on Bo-Kay Lane”, a mirror is found in a forgotten room in the far-seers’ training center. Sheela, a far-seer master and Alyson, an apprentice firestarter are unwillingly drawn into the depths of the mirror and wind up in the abandoned house on Bo-Kay Lane. Sheela uses her telepathic skills to enlist the aid of Gerald, Vernon and Gerald’s father, Andrew to help find the way back to the world of the wee people.
That problem resolved, they try to unravel the secrets of the mirror and find that it is a portal between their two worlds, as well as to a time in the future and possibly even to a parallel universe. They also discover that someone is trapped inside the mirror and the decision has to be made as to whether or not to help the trapped soul escape the confines of the portal.
Meanwhile, the wee people discover the origins of their world. That knowledge is not well accepted and leads to discord between them and the outworlders, Gerald, Andrew and Vernon. An uneasy truce paves the way to an understanding and acceptance of the unwelcome facts and eventually to a solution of how to deal with the man in the mirror.
Targeted Age Group: 9 to 99
Genre: MG/YA fantasy
The Book Excerpt:
Streaks of lightning started to illuminate the pitch blackness of the void. Gerald Two looked over his shoulder to the portal. The gray was turning back to the darker shade of black. I’m losing it, the portal’s closing. The program’s breaking down; the circuits must all be breaking down.
The forks of electrical energy were getting more frequent. Gerald Two noticed the outline of his body beginning to glow. Static electricity, yes! I should be able to find George. He should be lit up like a Christmas tree.
He looked to the portal, barely a shade lighter than the surrounding darkness. It’s now or never. I’m sure the guys have started the abort procedure. I have to find George and get out of here.
A massive burst of light exploded between him and his only hope of escape. A tattered piece of cloth floated through the air and landed on his shoulder. What the—
On closer inspection, Gerald Two recognized it. Oh, my god, one of the wee people, I think her name was Rachel or something like that gave this to George for good luck. Hopefully, she was right, and it will improve my luck in finding my friend.
Another look at the portal: the spot of gray was getting smaller, but there was something else up there. Gerald Two was hoping it was what he thought it was. He swam through the void barely avoiding a bolt of lightning that would have turned him into a crispy critter.
Come on, give me a break. I’m almost home. Just a little bit farther. George, that had better be you up there, or else we’re both goners.
The luck of Rachel’s handkerchief was with them. It was George’s unconscious body floating right in front of the last remnants of gray. Gerald Two grabbed the body. Just as he was reaching for the small patch of gray—the last hurdle to cross—it disappeared.