Coming
from a long line of highly respected vampires, Upir knew that going to
Neewollah, the Monster Mausoleum, would help him live up to his family’s
reputation, but he never anticipated the terrifying turn his stay there
would take. Upon entering, Upir befriends several strange creatures and
their nights soon become treacherous when they have to dodge flying
skulls whose hollow eye sockets shimmer with bright blue lights, avoid
huge plants with tongue-like tentacles that devour young monsters, and
run from a mad scientist who loves to use the monster students in his
experiments. Most of all, they try to stay away from Muriel, an
ill-tempered, nasty gorgon girl with slithering snakes for hair. She is
the leader of three cantankerous monsters that follow her every command.
Her group is bent on destroying Upir and his gang.
Without
warning the young monsters find themselves entangled in a plot to
destroy the Monster race. Will they escape the clutches of this
horrifying villain and alert the Monster world, or will they become his
loyal soldiers?
“Yeah,
you kid!” A monster with an enormous bumpy head, bulbous nose and
winged ears pointed at the vampire. A single tooth protruded from the
troll’s lower lip as he gaped at Upir.
A wolf-boy, his grin revealing sharp pointy teeth, was with the group. His eyes had a hungry look to them.
Upir swallowed and tried to sound calm. “Yeah, what do you want?” he asked.
A green goblin boy, a skateboard under one arm, shoved his way between
the other two and glared at Upir. “We’re the welcoming committee around
here,” he said sarcastically.
Upir doubted that. “Okay,” he said slowly.
The goblin boy pointed up at the troll. “He’s Groks. I’m Gordon.” He tilted his head at the wolf boy. “And that’s Raff.”
Raff sneered, “What’s your name?”
Without thinking, Upir said his whole name. “Upir Amarande.”
“Yooper! Yooper!” Groks laughed, slobber spilling down his chin. “What kinda stupid name--”
“Move it!” A girl with dozens of slithering snakes for hair came
forward as the other three monsters stepped aside. The gorgon stood
before Upir, her breath smelled of swamp water; the snakes on her head
hissed and stretched toward him. “What did you say your name was?”
Upir told her.
“Amarande, huh?” She looked Upir up and down and smiled, “Well look
what we’ve got here boys, a little monster royalty in our midst.”
Upir started to shake his head, but before he could speak, the gorgon
stuck out her hand. “Glad to have you aboard,” she said.
Upir shook her hand as he asked, “Aboard?”
Groks groaned. “Muriel, we don’t need a vamp--”
“Shut up, troll!” She turned back to Upir. “My gang,” she said as her
head tilted toward the monsters behind her. “We plan on running this
place, and I’m inviting you to join.”
Upir smiled. “Serious?” he asked. He didn’t like the fact that, once
again, he’d been befriended because of his name. But to run with the
in-crowd, he could deal with that. “Thanks,” he said.
“What’s going on!” a voice screamed behind them. The kids turned. The
hunchback
lumbered toward them, his hump weighing him down to the floor. “What
are you kids doing in the hall? It’s almost lights out. Get to your
rooms!” Turning to his hump he mumbled, “Hugo always has to chase kids
all over the place.”
Muriel lowered her gaze and innocently said, “We’re going now, Mr.
Hugo.” Turning to her gang she growled, “Let’s go!” She slapped Upir on
the arm as she brushed past him. “Welcome to my gang, Amarande. See ya
around.”
“Yeah, see ya around,” Groks said hitting Upir on the back so hard that he stumbled into the wall.
Raff snickered and Gordon hooted. Muriel called out another “Shut up!” before they were out of sight.
Upir pushed open the creaky door and entered a dark, stone-like cave.
Jagged
pieces of rock, some crooked as bad teeth, protruded from the ceiling
and floor. Nestled in an alcove was a bunk bed made of heavily-polished
dragon bones. On one wall rested a long narrow desk of stone and against
the other wall sat a black coffin, just his size. The room smelled like
the dust of ages past. And although there was no window, a strange
light emanated across the ceiling. Looking around the room, Upir noticed
a ghost hovering above the top bunk. The floating boy wore a long
transparent shroud; a green woolen scarf was slung around his neck. A
long chain, wrapped around his waist, clinked as it drifted lazily
in the air. Upir saw the rock wall through the boy’s glowing form.
The ghost boy smiled making his blue eyes look bluer and his plain face look mischievous. “Hi,” he said. “I’m Gusty,”
Upir smiled back. “I’m Upir,” he replied, glad he hadn’t offered his
last name. He knew everyone would find out soon enough. But until then,
maybe he’d have a chance to make friends on his own.
Gusty moved, seeping in and out of form like a genie near the mouth of
its bottle. Upir blinked a few times, not sure the boy was really there.
“Yeah, he’s really there,” said another boy who emerged from a pile of
blankets on the bottom bunk. He stood up, his rumpled flannel shirt and
jeans hung limply from his stick frame. “Gusty likes to show off,” he
said. The boy’s head was a carved hollow pumpkin. Light flowed through
the triangular holes; the yellowish rays reflected across the room like
searchlights. The grin on his face was cheerful. “I’m Payne,” he said to
Upir. “Welcome to Neewollah."
Sharron
Thornton taught elementary school for 35 ½ years. She felt it was
important that her students developed a love for reading. One of the
special times of each school day was right after lunch recess when she
read a novel to her children. It didn’t take the kids long to get quiet
and settle down for they were anxious to hear where the next chapter
would take them. Sharron soon realized that books were doors to
imagination for all children at all levels of learning.
When
she retired, Sharron missed all of those young faces. She missed their
emotional involvement with the characters and story lines from the books
she read to them. So, she decided to work on an illustrated novel with
her son Raymond who is an artist. Thus, Upir and the Monster Gang was
born, a world of monsters, mad scientists, zombies, ghosts, vampires and
all things that live in the night. Sharron has been writing for almost a
decade. Besides the Upir series, she is working on several other
children’s novels.
Raymond
Thornton is an artist from Northwest Indiana. At the age of fifteen he
started his fine art training at the Drisi Studio Academy of Fine Art.
For five years he studied the finer points of painting and drawing. He
then continued his studies at Columbia College and the American Academy
of Art in Chicago where he received a degree in fine art.
We’re on our way to
be published! My name is Sharron Thornton and I wrote a children’s
novel entitled Upir and the Monster Gang. The book has 60 full page,
full colored illustrations which were done by my son, Raymond Thornton.
We have chosen to use an online, crowdfunding site called Kickstarter
to begin this amazing venture.
Beginning October 1st and running through November 16th
we are doing a pre-launch, first edition sale of our book. Attached to
this email is a link to our Kickstarter page. There you can watch our
video and see some of the Upir and the Monster Gang products we have
listed. One of the great things about Kickstarter is that it’s like a
grassroots campaign that spreads and then builds momentum.
After
the Kickstarter we have marketing and distribution lined up to take
Upir and the Monster Gang to the next level, but we need your help
getting it started. Please share our Kickstarter page with your family
and friends on your email lists, social media and any other networks you
may have and then ask them to share it also.
Thanks for your help,
Sharron and Raymond Thornton 
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