Rupert must travel the colorful world of the Zodiac to save the New Year from being frozen forever by stopping a baddie who has stolen the final second from the previous year…
By Mike DiCerto
It’s New Year’s Eve in Graysland, but when the final second fails to come Rupert Starbright finds his entire town frozen in time. Rupert and his school crush Rainn Evertree must travel to the Land of Annum to retrieve the stolen second from the nasty and evil Epoch. They will explore a wild, imaginative, and musical world where all the characters of the Zodiac join Rainn in helping Rupert in his most colorful and challenging adventure yet!
“A Nick of Time is thoroughly entertaining and a fun read, this should be made into a Pixar animation!” – Amazon
“All kids should be encouraged to read this unique series and use their imaginings as well! It’s the power of positive thinking for the young adult set. Highly recommend!” – Amazon
Release Date: August 16, 2021
Publisher: Zumaya Publications
Soft Cover: ISBN: 978-1612710990; 295 pages; $11.70; eBook $4.99
Amazon: http://amzn.to/3vSNQ1x
something was trying to hold him under the suffocating
mud. He reached up blindly but grabbed only handfuls
of wet, mushy soil and grass. Another vicelike grip
grabbed his opposite shoulder, and he wanted to scream
to scare his attacker off.
Then he felt his body rise up, and cool air washed across
his muddy face. Higher he was lifted, until with a loud, slurping
sound his body was free. He was held in the grip by a
being in full shining black armor. Its face was like an insect’s,
but with blue-green glowing eyes.
Rupert screamed and kicked and punched. The being
was strong, and placed him firmly atop a dry, stony island
in the swamp; then stepped away from Rupert’s flailing fists
and laughed loudly.
Rupert wiped mud off his face and glared at the dark
shining being.
“Relax, my friend,” the being said in a female voice.
“You are fine.”
“Who are you?”
“A friend. Not sure why you fought me. I was trying
to rescue you.”
Rupert took a better look at her. It was not armor after
all—she was covered in a thick skin of polished black. She
had a wicked-looking segmented tail that curved behind her
and ended with a dangerous spiked tip. Her face was, indeed,
like an insect’s, but her eyes were a beautiful teal color
that cast a lovely glow. Her shining eyes, though, weren’t
enough to explain the bright pool of yellow light that surrounded
her.
There was a soft buzz. Rupert looked up and was surprised
to find two giant fireflies hovering. They were huge!
The size of a horse or cow. Their large crystalline wings vibrated
and sent ripples of breeze across his face.
“Thank you,” he said, confused and embarrassed.
“That was a close call. My name is Scorpio,” she said,
holding out one of her six armored limbs. Rupert shook it
nervously.
“My name is Rupert. I thought you were trying—“
“Do not worry yourself,” she interrupted. “You are one
feisty anomaly. I like that. However, I am confused why you
are here, although not as confused as I am to why I am.”
“What do you mean?”
“These are the Marshes of May. I rule October. I was
following a hallow across the Octagon Jungle when, just
like that…“ Scorpio snapped her three fingers. “…I found
myself in May.”
“What’s a hallow?”
“That creepy specter that scared the stuffing out of you.
They infest October. They are what make Hallow’s Eve so
special. So scary. They are harmless. I find them fascinating.”
“It must be because of Epoch,” Rupert said.
Scorpio shook her head. “Epoch? I don’t understand.”
“Epoch. He stole the last second before the new year
in my town. Everybody is stuck. Frozen. I came here with
my friend to get the stolen second back.”
“A stolen second? That is a first for me. That would explain
it, though. Time is a complicated puzzle. One missing
jig, and the whole calendar can get jaggy!”
“I know,” Rupert agreed. “Crazy things have been happening.”
Scorpio wiped a wad of mud off Rupert’s cheek with
a gentle flick of her claw. She smiled at him.
“You are a tough bird. I guess you were heading into
the Mayflower Forest?”
Rupert shrugged. “I don’t know its name, but yeah. That
line of trees. I thought I could camp until the light came
back.”
“Good idea! I have always wanted to see the Mayflower
Forest in person. Though it may be full of hallows from October.
Are you brave enough to come with me and see?”
“You said they’re harmless.”
“I did. Trouble is, many people are frightened of harmless
things. But I can see you are not. You have young wisdom!”
“Maybe,” Rupert said.
“October is full of scary hallows! But folks fear things
all year long. Listen…“ Scorpio stepped back, cleared her
throat and began to sing:
When a person meets a hallow
One of two things will occur
They will curse the ground it walks on
Or they’ll vanish in a blur.
They might spot a shadow lurking
On a quiet road at night
And they turn and run, forgetting
Shadows live because of light!
Or say a hairy squibblebob
Appears outside your door,
With horrid teeth and claws and such
To scare ya even more,
Don’t judge a hairy squibblebob by
The cover of its book
Deeper down inside its heart
Is where you have to look.
Don’t let the scary scare ya.
Don’t make the unknown frightening.
After all, what is the thunder
But best pals with the lightning!
Don’t fret the unknown wonders
Don’t under covers cower!
Remember this, and this I say—
True knowledge brings true power!
Never let the scary scare ya!
It’s an endless road to misery.
The greatest thing someone can feel
Is joy at all life’s mysteries!
And if indeed some bullywack
Comes ‘round to do you harm.
Just stand your ground—and trust me
here—
It works just like a charm,
Bullywacks are scared of
Their own shadows that lie under
And lightning scares them just as much
As its good friend Ol’ Thunder.
Scared and scary are just two sides
Of the same dull dime.
This has been the truthful fact
Since before the dawn of time.
So, courage and clear thinking
Are what get you through your life,
And save your stomach from butterflies
Of nervousness and strife
Since his childhood Mike Di Certo has always harvested his work from the abundant crop of his imagination. From the wild and hilarious Rock and Roll space adventure Milky Way Marmalade, to the child-like wonder of his middle grade series, The Adventures of Rupert Starbright (The Door to Far-Myst, The Secret of My-Myst and The Ghosts of Winter Joy) Michael's passions play out on the pages. His love of animals, his family, gardening, travel, movies, VR, history, Yoga, reading and music guide and influence his life and his writing.
His latest book is the middle grade fantasy novel, A Nick of Time.
Visit his website at www.ruperstarbright.com or connect with him on Twitter and Facebook.
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