Welcome to this week’s Friday Author Spotlight. This week I have Adam Dreece sharing the fifth book in The Yellow Hoods series, The Day the Sky Fell. He’ll be sharing an excerpt from the book with us, but first lets learn more about Adam.
In 2014, I stopped my “hopefully one day” dream of becoming an author, stopped doing nothing with my writing, and kicked off my indie author life. Twenty-five years of doing nothing with my writing was enough, and after two medical events, I was filled with drive to change my life.
I’ve written the much loved young adult series, The Yellow Hoods, a world where steampunk and fairy tale meet. In 2016, I revealed two other sides of me, my all-action side with The Wizard Killer and my sci-fi/thriller side with The Man of Cloud 9.
In 2016, I showed two other sides of myself as an author, The Wizard Killer – Season One which is post-apocalyptic fantasy written in an episodic style, and the upcoming science fiction book, The Man of Cloud 9, which is infused with some of my high tech life from before I was an author.
I’m a frequent public speaker at schools and conventions, a dyslexic with some motivational chronic issues, and live in Calgary, Alberta with my wife and kids.
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About the Book
In a world of shadow secret societies and brilliant inventions, fairy tales are real. Welcome to the world of The Yellow Hoods.
As the shepherd watched the aerial bombardment of his village, he had no idea it would lead him to tip the scales in the war between Marcus Pieman and the Lady in Red.
Meanwhile, the Yellow Hoods, along with the meager remains of the Tub, race to rescue Nikolas Klaus before it’s too late. Who will betray them, and who will be murdered?
The Day the Sky Fell picks up where Beauties of the Beast left off, and brings an epic finale to the series. But is this truly the end of the Yellow Hoods? Find out!
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Keep reading for an excerpt from the book:
Chikahn fell backwards, his hands over his ears. “What are you doing? Who are you? Leave my village alone!” He scrambled back to his feet and ran for all he was worth.
As he came upon the white post in the road telling him the village was only a half-mile away, the world fell silent. He slowed to a walk and then dropped to his knees. There wasn’t a building left standing. Everything was on fire that hadn’t been destroyed, and he couldn’t hear the cry of a single child. His blood ran cold.
The airship put out its wings again. The wind passed no judgement on it and gave it a strong push.
“No!” he yelled, standing. “You do not get to float away!” He turned about, his hands outstretched. “Where is the justice in this? My village did harm to no one! Who will right this? Who?” He lost his words as he noticed a strange cloud floating the wrong way. Squinting at it, he shook his head. “Am I dreaming?”
The cloud then lowered in the sky and accelerated towards the escaping airship. The air filled with the sounds of a hundred windmills.
“Are you… the god of the sky?” he asked.