Our Book and a Special Surprise!

Hey, guys, Fantasy here. Just wanted to remind you about the book that we're passing around. By the way, here are a few title ideas:
Against All Odds
A Text to Save the World

Well, that's all I've got. Tiger...remember to write Chapter 2! And Tiger, by the way, which Adventures in Odyssey album would you like to borrow? Daring Deeds Sinister Schemes, The Green Ring Conspiracy, or Other Times Other Places?
They're all good.
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The Green Ring Conspiracy album art

The Green Ring Conspiracy pic is on there because it's awesome. Go to www.whitsend.org to listen to it. Or just borrow it from me. Yes, I advertise Odyssey shamelessly. Go AIO!
And here's a special preview from Rising Waters!

Ramcol glanced up at the sky. The sun was nearing sunset, and the moon would soon be on the rise. He shaded his eyes and gazed at the pink and orange clouds that cast a magical glow over the hills that would soon lie dormant, as he and his friend traveled on.

            Of course, the word “friend” was a slight overstatement.

            “Let’s move,” came the familiar quiet voice from behind him, the unnerving voice that seemed to always be grappling with a considerable desire to blast Ramcol. However, the upside was that he rarely used it.

            Ramcol turned, shouldering his pack. “Right,” he replied, without his usual smile. It felt as though he had not smiled for a month – mostly because Drift never did.

            Drift was in a word wrong. It was as though someone had taken a human being and cast some curse on him so that he was forever mixed up inside. It wasn’t just his appearance: the mop of sandy hair that always fell over his left eye, or his tattered clothes that covered his thin, stringy body, or his bright green eyes that were absolutely not human. His manner was different, as though he were not used to being around any other life form, and was not quite sure how to go about it. As Ramcol had learned, he was clever – but more than clever. There were no words for the way how he somehow knew how to tie everything together, how he knew how to offer Ramcol exactly what he wanted, and how Ramcol himself had no idea what Drift was going to get out of the whole thing.

            As they traveled together, Ramcol had become more and more convinced that if Drift had not been helping him and they had passed on the road, they would have instantly hated each other. They seemed exact opposites, and even now, although they seldom had extreme fights, mostly because they both wanted to avoid major conflicts, they bickered constantly.

            These small arguments weren’t even often about constructive things. They were mostly about matters of opinion – the best way to spy on a city, how to sneak into a room full of people, when to fight and when to run – all of which they had done. The plan that Drift had created, Ramcol had to admit, was a good one. It had very few loopholes, and seemed to offer everyone what they wanted.

            Except for Drift.

            Ramcol had no idea what was in it for his traveling partner. He had turned the plan over in his head over and over and over again, and no good had come out of it. It was well-rounded, thought out, and clever. Ramcol tried to figure out a way that it could backfire, and he wouldn’t get what he wanted in the end. But it seemed to fit perfectly. It was a way to prove himself to Rea.

Hope you liked it!
-President Fantasy