I am thrilled to be hosting a spot
on the THE BOY WHO FELL FROM THE PAST by Truant D. Memphis Blog Tour hosted
by Rockstar
Book Tours. Check out my post and make sure to enter the giveaway!
About The Book:
Author: Truant D.
Memphis
Pub. Date: November 1, 2022
Publisher: Tdm, Ink
Formats: Paperback, eBook
Pages: 116
Find it: Goodreads, https://books2read.com/THE-BOY-WHO-FELL-FROM-THE-PAST
A passage. This story is a passage. A
chapter from my earliest adventures. A moment in time recounting the first time
I traveled through time...or something like that. I may have been dimension
hopping. We're still not certain. Anyway, I share this with you because it was
also the first time (time, time, time...) I met Ezekiel and Jacob Trate, or any
other member of the Trate family. I share this with you because it was the
first time I met Frank. I share this with you because the whole deal was a
portal full of fun (you'll get this joke once you start reading).
Excerpt: The
Boy Who Fell from the Past
Truant crashes
into the water and sinks like a rock. After he gathers his bearings and
swallows a mouthful of the nastiest, filthiest water he’s ever tasted, he
struggles for the surface as tiny objects whizz by. Unprepared for plunging
into water, his lungs scream for oxygen while he swims toward the surface with
all the strength he can muster. Before reaching the surface, he feels a sharp
pain in the back of his left leg. He stops swimming and grabs at his calf
muscle. Everything goes black.
Our
traveler wakes on his back, head propped, choking, and for some reason his left
leg throbs like mad. After several minutes he remembers what happened. At
least, he remembers that of which he’s aware. The portal.
I landed in water, he thinks. Eyes creak open on a man
and a boy. The man guides a rudder. The boy looms over Truant, hair blowing in
the wind. It’s a small boat, unlike any Truant’s seen and moving fast. The
materials are patchworked together, forming a hull with a deep well in the
center. The boy appears concerned and Truant quickly realizes he’d almost
drowned.
“I wasn’t
sure you were going to make it.”
An
attempt to reply instead chokes more of the dirty water from Truant. The taste
turns his stomach. Searching for the edge of the boat, he leans over the side
and vomits. When he’s finished, he sinks back down and notices the blood
leaving his leg.
“Yeah,
lie still. I’ll fix it for you. You weren’t breathing. Had to get the water out
of you first. Don’t worry, it looks like a lot of blood but it’s not that bad.”
The boy goes to work cleaning and bandaging the injured leg. When he pokes a
gooey resin down into the hole, Truant passes out once more.
When
Truant wakes again the boat idles, gently rocking back and forth. The man and
the boy sit in front of him eating. Intently watching.
“What
happened?”
“I should
ask you the same thing.” The man’s voice is deep, mercury flowing over gravel.
“Sir, I
don’t think you would believe me if I told you, but…” His words are broken by a
coughing fit and the boy hands him a canteen.
“You
shouldn’t talk too much.” The boy speaks with food in his mouth and before he
can say anything else the man quietly corrects him.
“Thank
you for helping me.”
Gulping
down his rations to appease his father, the young fella says, “I think you
swallowed a lot of that water. It’s not good for you. You’re probably going to
get a real bad stomach ache.”
Instinctively
looking at his belly, Truant realizes he’s wearing more clothes than when he
went through the portal. He pulls at a sleeve, inspecting it, then realizes his
neck is wrapped and there’s weight on his head. A hat. Who’s hat?
“My boy
is a young man who travels with many hats and a grown man’s noggin. We pulled
some clothes from your bag. You must stay covered in the sun. It’s not good for
you.”
Self-inspection
complete, Truant turns eye to his rescuers. The boy is blond with long unruly
hair. His face glows with childish chub. Behind the cheeky puff lies a strong
resemblance to the man and, despite his father’s quip, what looks to be a
fairly normal-sized head, though apparently large enough for one of his hats to
fit Truant.
The man
is bulky, a bit taller than Truant and handsome but haggard, with eyes like
creeping time that speak to the burdensome weariness of long suffered pain.
About Truant D. Memphis:
Truant Delighted Memphis is an author, actor, alter-ego,
fictional character, adventurer, sloppy guitar player, martial artist, husband
and father. He was born and raised in Texas. An orphan, at age 16 he wandered
away from his foster home on foot in search of adventure. He is married to
Daffodil Fields. They have two children: Daniel Trate (adopted), and a baby
girl named Peaceful Dreaming Memphis (Sweet Pea for short).
Truant began his journey to save the Multiverse a little over 10 years ago. He is an agent for the all-knowing Bob, who we think is what other people call God, though we haven't confirmed that yet. Truant invites you to join him on his quest.
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Giveaway Details:
1 winner
will receive a finished copy of THE BOY WHO FELL FROM THE PAST with swag, US
Only.
Ends March 11th, midnight EST.
a Rafflecopter giveawayTour Schedule:
Week One:
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2/20/2023 |
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2/21/2023 |
Excerpt/IG Post |
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2/22/2023 |
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2/23/2023 |
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2/24/2023 |
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Excerpt/IG Post |
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2/26/2023 |
Review/IG Post |
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2/28/2023 |
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3/1/2023 |
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Week Three:
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3/5/2023 |
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3/6/2023 |
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