Discovery of the Five Senses by Kristene N. Smith #excerpt #bookspotlight

Discovery of the Five Senses

Book One – The Urban Boys Series

By Kristene N. Smith

Genre: YA Adventure, Thriller, Urban Fantasy

 

About the Book

 

Welcome or unwelcome. Fate has arrived.

 

A suspenseful incident in a forbidden preserve heightens the senses of five friends. Sight, sound, touch, taste, and smell become super-gifts that forever change the world. But furious battles confront the boys as they try to understand their sensory super powers in a race to save mankind. With light beings and mysterious strangers complicating their plight, will the boys be able to defeat the evil Druth before it’s too late? Get prepared for the twisting and grinding of this award-winning, action-adventure story — an edge-of-your-seat narrative for young and mature readers alike.

 

“A captivating and poetic tale of mystery, fantasy, and reality tied together by action!” 5-stars, Lars Jackson, Amazon Customer

 

About the Author

K.N. Smith, winner of the “Best of” in the category of “Outstanding Young Adult Novel” at the Jessie Redmon Fauset Book Awards, is an author, screenwriter, and passionate advocate of literacy and arts programs throughout the world. She inspires people of all ages to reach their highest potential in their creative, educational, and life pursuits. She lives in California with her family. Visit K.N. Smith at www.knsmith.com.

 

Social Links

 

Twitter: https://twitter.com/knsmith_author 

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/authorknsmith

 

Book Links

getbook.at/theurbanboys

Goodreads

Barnes and Noble

 

An Excerpt

 

AS ONE WOULD IMAGINE, a mysterious forest might offer deep, eerie chills, especially at night.  Instead, the forest cast a rich glow, and the environment was beautiful and serene. 

 

Walking slowly with their eyes absolutely feasting on the horticultural delights, the boys were approached by  something they weren’t sure was real. It floated  effortlessly, lighting up in a sporadic pattern, but had  neither sound nor discernible shape, other than being  somewhat clear and round.  

 

Its fluttering wings suspended it in the center of their  disbelieving huddle. All eyes were on it, but what it was  provoked more mystery than the forest itself. It bounced  in a cheery, beckoning fashion, flashing its stunning  wings, drawing the boys into a never-ending waltz. They  were transfixed, unable to glance at each other,  prevented by the daze each silently battled.  

 

The little glowing being carried about, moving closer  to their faces. It moved in and out of trees, spewing sparkle and splendor, then floated away from the boys,  yet stayed close enough to continue the enticement.  Contributing to the amazing glow ricocheting from  sprawling fronds to soaring trees and fallen leaves, the  being’s creativity advanced in a display of twirls and  spins, astonishing the boys. And they followed their little  friend further and further into the forest.  

 

Deeper ahead, the visual spectacle beautifully  intertwined with the clicking noise, which grew louder  and more defined, moving up the scale into high notes.  The repetition of the noise mesmerized the boys,  equating to an invisible lasso.  

The friends grouped together, looking ahead and  behind. Their stomachs tightened as the tension grew.  What they saw next would pale in comparison to their  little, wondrous friend, who steadily bounced around  several curvy pathways.  

 

The small creature led them into an area deep within  the preserve housing two large, floating, clicking balls of  light. The boys instinctively covered their eyes, yet still  tried to peep through their fingers.  

 

The light balls began spinning wildly and grew louder,  with their tops spitting out free-falling shavings of light  like fireworks. 

 

The sputtering light bounced off the dirt only to end  up against a tree or one of the boys, then back down and  up again. 

 

Slowing down, the beings moved in between the  boys. Too scared to move and struggling with reality, the boys’ eyes locked onto the radiant balls.  

 

And with a striking force, the five friends were  encased by a bright, piercing light as the balls exploded,  emitting their energy onto the boys. 

 

Mixing and mashing north, south, east, and west,  bright waves covered the soil, spreading across trees,  rock, and all plant life. The forest fell silent, frozen like an  inhale without an exhale. It was dark and quiet, except  for the liquid energy dripping from the huge, wavy  leaves.  

 

Being subjected to drifts both in and out of reality, the  boys succumbed to the lure of a vacant black space  within the deepest parts of their minds. They fell to the  ground unconscious, laying in this forbidden domain in  the center of a place they had been warned not to  approach.  

 

And from some distance toward the other side of the  preserve, a draped shadow had been looking inward and saw this mysterious incident. 

 

The curve of his black hood was loose enough for him  to witness the unthinkable. But it also shrouded his  expression, which was impassive.  

 

This figure, a dark stranger, had been watching the  boys for a period of time and saw the explosion of light.  He knew it had exposed them to a grave risk in this place  of both awe and fear. He realized time would now take  the reins as a master guide for these stricken young men,  all of whom would need hope as a rod and stamina as a  spear on the long journey ahead.  

 

Knowing the veil of normalcy would need to be  maintained in order for this inconceivable episode to be  minimized, the Dark Stranger drew upon his strength to  physically move each of the boys to Rhee’s house.  

 

He knew familiar surroundings would ease them as  they roused, barely able to comprehend their  predicament.  

 

For he knew much, and every step, every footprint  left an indelible impression on the path leading to the  studio in Rhee’s backyard. Indeed, footprints providing a  window to the past meshed with hope for the future.  

 

And like a laser, the Dark Stranger steadied his gait,  hurling each one up and over his powerful shoulders.  As he absorbed the totality of the scene, he breathed  deeply. His head hung in a manner to which only trauma could relate. But in a sign of resilience it swiftly sprung  back.  

 

Under the circumstances, he knew time would not be  patient nor friendly. 

 

Welcome or unwelcome. 

 

Fate had arrived.

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