Archive for November, 2009

Getting Involved In Your Community

20 Nov

  I have included here some suggestions on how you can get involved in your community:

  • Join Relay for Life: Relay is a society of people toiling together to   work towards giving everyone all over the world an opportunity to recognize the people who have battled cancer, to remember those we have lost, and to fight back


  • Volunteer at your local library: if you talk to your local librarian about volunteer oppurtunities, she/he willl supply you information on what’s available


  • Join National Honor Society/National Junior Honor Society: these organizations were formed to help middle school/ high school students get more involved in their community


  • (Helpful Hint: each of the suggested organizations count towards the hours required for a high school diploma and count in Florida for Bright Futures)

Writer’s Corner…

20 Nov

    Have you ever wanted to write a book? Have you read the last book in the series and don’t want it to end? Go to A Writer’s Corner page and post your stories and ideas. On that page, you can meet other people who like to write, or have read the same series as you and didn’t want it to end either. A Writer’s Corner is all about meeting other people like you and working together to bring words to life.

About The Author

20 Nov

R.A. Spyder is a thirteen year old Floridian writer who’s first novel will be released December 18th of 2010. A self-professed bookworm, R.A. Spyder began her first full novel in the fall of 2009. She specializes in fantasy fiction. Her career choice was especially inspired by her cousin M.J. “Through me good will prevail,” her motto, is a line adopted from one of her most recent projects, The 7th Apprentice.

Nightrise Excerpts… Can You Guess What Happens Next?

20 Nov

She couldn’t die like this!  Crowds of screaming people rushed past in blurs. She knew she was going to die.

                                                  The boy’s words played like a broken record

                                                   through his head.   Things are going to change….

Soon, my Master,” a soft voice replied. “Soon he shall die.”

  “and the girl?” the voice vibrated and wheezed.

  “Shall be his downfall.”

                                                 How could he protect Amy if he didn’t even know 

                                                            what he was protecting her from?

The darkness was its master, and its master was rising…

                                                “Your brother is currently the only thing keeping  

                                                   you alive and good.”

Why you are here, Amy, Matthew,” she addressed both of them separately. “is to receive your inheritance and fulfill your father’s last wishes in doing so.”

                                                  He’s growing stronger; it’s only a matter of time 

                                                  now. His sister should be coming to herself soon


 He could vaguely picture his Dad falling, blackness came then, followed by a scream, then a flash showing his Mum pointing the object at him, her mouth open to yell something, a loud noise, his mum staring at him, eyes wide in shock, a sharp and terrible pain, then nothing…

                                                                     No one could know what he remembered.

The 7th Apprentice

20 Nov

The 7th Apprentice is a novel set in the country of Mured on a planet known as Rhutar. The main character is a boy who goes by the name of Jathon Nocturno. He is the source of the quote “Through me good will prevail.” This book tells his story as he rushes headlong into a destiny of almost unimaginable proportions.

     What follows is a short excerpt from the beginning of Jathon Nocturno and The 7th Apprentice and a hint of what’s to come:


The Name of Death.

  The darkness was absolute. It swarmed around the figure until it was almost tangible. In this place it was always dark. This didn’t bother the man. His slit-like pupils saw the whole room in relief despite the heavy gloom. He was standing in the middle of a huge completely circular amphitheater with no visible entrances or exits that was, in every respect, empty except for his own wraith-like figure. The circumference of the circle was covered entirely in complex minuscule figures with dark hidden meaning.  They were the Prophesies of Rogue and they were not just predictions, they were what forced happenings. They were, in essence, fate.

  They had fascinated and horrified them since he had discovered them as a boy of seventeen. Once he had discovered their secret he had revealed they told of everything. Even his unearthing of them and his rise to power, even his… ‘abnormalities’. Everything of which they had spoken in the last two hundred and eighteen years since then had been accurately predicted. It was from them that he derived his dark powers that led his name to be called Death.

 He who was Death was known as so for it was to be believed that those which saw his face perished and that it was he who chose those which lived and those which depart this life. He found this amusing. He found very little amusing but that the twittering idiots could believe that one as weak as him was in control was at the very least mildly amusing. No, it was Rogue’s choices that led those weak and foul creatures to their deaths. He only aided his master, for Fate was his master. He made the two hundred and eighteen and a quarter paces Southeast and fourteen towards the apex of the circle until he reached the point at which he had last paused in his study. The runes appeared almost instantaneously before his eyes, forming themselves swiftly and silently. His eyes raced along each word as they circled speedily around him in a complex manner. Circular bands of words spun past his eyes. These words began to change so that not only were there words, but he could see time’s passing.

  He saw everything. All of the horrors and all of the happiness. He fed on the events, drawing power from time itself.   

  It was almost impossible to tell how long Death had stood there when he gasped and outstretched his skeletal fingers until they almost brushed upon the words. He stumbled down to the base of the circle and stood, glaring unseeingly at the shadows. The runes faded away from sight, lost to him. It seemed that the Prophecies also predicted his, Death’s, own downfall. For the first time in two hundred and eighteen years he began to doubt the prophecies.

  Suddenly within the carefully maintained ice inside him, a fire burned. It gnawed at him. He would change fate. He and he alone would use fate’s own power against it and alter his future. He would kill the child destined to kill him before it was too late. He turned, suddenly determined, on his heel and strode in a circle, made a peculiar hand motion, and vanished with a flick of a cape, leaving no evidence. Morguess Iona was off to change fate.  


  Pictures flashed through Death’s head as he exited the labyrinth. Inside the fire still burned. He dove through the images and found the one he desired.  In his mind he saw once more the boy. He was lying peacefully in his mother’s arms in this scene. He looked to be about three. 

  For a moment the fire flickered, almost quenched by icy doubts that tore through him.  By breaking his connection with the prophesy he had missed the rest of the story. He knew not where or when this boy lived. He didn’t even know whether that picture was from the future or the past. He knew only one thing. A name. Jathon Nocturno.

                          Who is Jathon Nocturno? What is his foretold destiny?

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