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For many decades, stories of betrayal and blood have surrounded the mysterious land of Aragnar, a nation inhabited by winged warriors. A bloodthirsty king has taken the Aragnarian throne, and he is now coming to claim the rest of the world for himself... Aragnar amounts to little more than legend within a small village on Whitecliff island, but not for long. When Maria Fellbane's quiet life is interrupted by strange visitors, her destiny is forever altered as the stories of Aragnar come to life. As prophecy and war collide, will Maria be able to stand strong in her faith, or lose everything she loves?
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You can make a huge different in spreading the word about my books by simply requesting that your local library purchase any of my books. Using the tax dollars your family is already paying, your school or public library, will be happy to stock great new middle grade and young adult fiction as well as picture books. Simply print out the book list below (downloadable) and take it into your library to request they purchase and shelve these titles. Send me an email and let me know when the libraries have stocked the book or books and I'll send you something awesome! 

​Brock Eastman's Book List. 

Quest for Truth

• Taken - 978-1596382459
• Risk – 978-1596382466
• Unleash – 978-1596382473
• Tangle – 978-1596382480
• Hope (July 2018)
• Waste Deep –978-1946692009
• Coming Storm –978-1946692030
• Truthful Test – 978-1946692047
• Davey & the Mech –978-1946692061
• Quest for Truth Galaxy – 978-1946692153

Sages of Darkness

• HowlSage – 978-1946692146 or 978-1946692139
• BlizzardSage (October 2017) – 9781946692184 or 9781946692191
• CrimsonSage (May 2018) – 9781946692207 or 9781946692214

• Wasted Wood – 978-1946692054

Nebula Chronicles

• Endeavor – 978-1946692085 or 978-1946692078
• Velocity (August 2017) – 9781946692160 or 9781946692177
• Journey (January 2018)
• Plasma (May 2018)

Hippopolis

• Rainbow Hippo – 978-0692495834
• Happy Hippo – 978-0692506264
• Count Hippo, Count – 978-0692531655
• Alpha Hippo – 978-1946692023

Imagination Station

• Showdown with the Shepherd – 978-1589976313

Listen to author Jack Hayes talk about getting published and working with Crimson Pulse Media! His story Silencing Void is featured in Nebula Chronicles: Endeavor.

Announcing two brand new stories coming from Crimson Pulse Media.

Edge & Narrow presents The Pit an episodic story with a single chapter releasing each Saturday beginning January 14th with a double episode release) and running through the end of the year. 

​The story:
A mysterious world is discovered with a massive, miles-wide pit torn through one continent. The planet is strewn with the remains of a fallen civilization. What happened to the locals, and what were they digging for so desperately? A young intern assigned to the first expedition into the Pit will be among the first to find out... 

Prepare to follow the adventure into The Pit and don't miss a single episode.

Lost Realms presents the Dissident Saga coming July 2017

​Book 1: Ransom’s Ruin
Kelonia is still recovering from a vicious civil war that destroyed most of the country’s infrastructure thirty years ago. When Shiloh’s farm is attacked and destroyed, her parents recognize the attack strategy as one favored by Dissident fighters from the last war. Shiloh must find a secure location to hide while she prepares to take a stand against the enemy who is trying to recruit her. ​

Hey there explorers! Elissa here today. I thought you might enjoy reading a bonus scene that I wrote to introduce you to some of my characters. My contribution to the Galactic Exploration Collection is a story  about a bunch of kids who try out for an interplanetary Olympics called the Galactic Games. In this scene you'll meet Franco and Ebba as they have a little mishap during a training exercise. Enjoy!

“Why am I not surprised you’re in here,” said a voice from the doorway.

Franco Carito looked up from his most recent creation. A combination bread toaster and egg slicer. He called it the mega-awesome-sandwich machine. It was a working title. It looked rough, even he could admit that. Wires stuck out like deranged porcupine quills, and the casing pieces were a variety of different colors since he’d swiped them from other projects.

Franco’s friend and occasional training partner, Ebba Zadan, poked the pile of discarded wires that littered his insta-desk, a portable floating surface that he could move around his workshop as saw fit.

“You promised you’d be at the practice arena after lunch. You totally forgot. Didn’t you?” Ebba asked. 

Franco grimaced and checked his watch. He hadn’t forgotten to meet her. He’d been so focused on perfecting his sandwich maker before lunch that he’d forgotten to eat. It was now after two o’clock. Definitely too late for lunch. 

“Sorry. Really. I just need to finish connecting these wires. Then I can make the best sandwich the world has ever seen.” He glanced up at her. He could tell she wasn’t interested in waiting. With a sigh, he dropped his multi-tool and followed Ebba out of his workshop. 

“Our training schedule says we’re supposed to practice flying today. Do you want to use the aerogliders or something bigger like the sky canoes?” Ebba asked. 

Franco made a face. He and Ebba planned to try out for the Galactic Games, an interplanetary sporting event held every year on Galenka, the game planet. During tryouts, Coach Cabe Tolliver would have them complete a series of dangerous tasks. He and Ebba needed to prepare for anything. 

“Sky canoes? Do you really think Coach Tolliver will use those? They’re horribly slow.”

“Right,” Ebba said. “But they require teamwork.”

Franco’s mind immediately went to the canoe’s propulsion system. Could he rewire the electro-paddles to make them faster? 

Fortunately, when they arrived at the training field, the two sky canoes were both taken by other athletes. He and Ebba selected the only thing available, the wind walkers. These electronic boots allowed him to walk on air currents above the trees. 

“These are so lame,” Ebba complained as she programmed the boots. “You owe me big time.”

Franco ducked, embarrassed. “You can have my first mega-awesome egg sandwich.”

Ebba wrinkled her nose, “I’ll pass. Thanks anyway.” She stood up and gave her boots an experimental bounce. They propelled her six feet in the air. She ducked to avoid hitting her head on the roof of the equipment shed. 

When Franco was ready, they set out on the sky course. Thirty feet above the tree line was a field of floating boulders that had been arranged for the athletes to train on. 

“This can’t be that hard,” Ebba said as they bounded onto the course. “They’re just rocks.” 

“That’s what scares me,” Franco said, pulling out his light-ray gun. 

A whispering whoosh passed through the sky course. A barrage of grape sized stones pounded across Franco’s shoulders, knocking him forward.

Caught off balance, Franco stumbled forward. He caught himself on a pear shaped boulder. White hot pain seared through his protective iron-skin glove. He yelped and righted himself quickly, nearly stumbling into a second boulder in the process. “Hot. Very hot. Don’t touch the boulders.”

“Are you okay?” Ebba asked. 

Franco wiggled his fingers inside the iron-skin. “Maybe a blister. I’ll survive.”

They bounded through the course, careful to avoid touching the blistering boulders. As they went, Franco made a mental map of their surroundings, trying to calculate the fastest way out.

“Franco, look out!” Ebba screamed, bringing his attention back to the task. He lurched forward as something solid thudded into the back of his helmet. A black nebula swirled across his vision as he tried not to pass out.

The next thing he knew, he was spiraling downward. Tree branches flapped in his face. Thick, gray muddy confusion clouded his mind. He was falling. His wind walkers weren’t working. If he didn’t do something quickly, he was going to slam into the ground. A fall like that could kill him.

He kicked his feet to activate the walkers. His left boot vibrated weakly, slowing his descent a degree. But not enough. They were going to scrape him off the ground and turn him into a mashed Franco sandwich if he didn’t do something. He frantically pressed every button on his right boot, trying to restore power. In a panic, he stomped and kicked and flailed both feet.

His left boot pulsed with energy in response to his flailing. It spun him sideways trying to keep up with his commands. Sideways was better than headfirst, Franco realized as the ground rushed ever closer.

His arms flailed, trying to grasp the branches that sped past. But everything he managed to grab broke off in his hands.  He was running out of time. He closed his eyes and accepted his fate. Maybe turning into a Franco pancake wouldn’t be so bad. Ebba could have a fried egg and Franco pancake sandwich for dinner.

As the ground rushed up at him, the yellow green grass turned milky white as fog rushed to fill the space between him and the ground. Franco’s visibility decreased as he entered the fog. His stomach lurched as his descent slowed too quickly. Finally, he came to a gentle stop on the forest floor.

Franco sat up and shook his head. “What just happened? Why am I not dead?” He stood up to try to see over the fog.

A girl on a sky skimmer a few years older than Franco skirted between the trees, headed towards him. “Are you okay?” she asked. “You set off the warning system that released anti-fatality fog.”

“Is that what this white stuff is?” Franco asked waving his arms through it. The anti-fatality fog billowed around his face making it hard to see.

“All of our courses have some sort of safety net. Coach Tolliver doesn’t want any dead athletes on his training courses.”

“Praise God for that,” Franco said as she sped off towards the equipment shed. With one working wind walker, Franco pogo-hopped his way across the forest floor, happy to be alive.

Our next post in our series introducing the authors from my upcoming project is from Rebecca Pettett. Take a moment and get to know a bit about her. I promise, you'll like her!

Greetings! I am Rebecca Pettett, one of the contributing authors to the Galactic Exploration Collection. As an introduction, I'd like to share a little fun about myself.

I'm an artist. I've loved the art of making art since I was little. I draw, crochet, sew, etc., and my room shows it. Let's just say my art materials take up a little bit of space. Okay, it's more like a lot.

I'm a perfectionist. Which is an ironic problem because nobody is perfect—and I am no exception. It's one of the many things I laugh at myself for.

I love Adventures in Odyssey. I've listened to it basically all my life. My family and I still do, but it's not as much as we used to. When I was younger, we used to have a whole collection of cassette tapes with AIO episodes on them. Cassette tapes. We mostly listened to AIO via the radio or online, except on road trips (what else are tapes for?). I lived in a very technologically diverse home.

I'm a musician. I love listening to, playing, or writing music. I mostly like to play piano and guitar, although I play few other instruments as well.

I'm now an author. Which is funny, because as a kid, I hated writing. Absolutely abhorred it. I loved coming up with stories but never finished writing one down until I was thirteen or so. I tried— many times. It probably didn't help that I couldn't spell for the life of me.

Lastly, I love being a part of the Galactic Team. God has brought me through an amazing and crazy journey to get here. It's been a very fun and wild ride, but I'm very grateful to the Lord for this adventure, and I'm glad you can join me. Until next time...

It's official. I am now on Patreon and hoping you'll come along with me on the next great adventure. Many of you have been asking for the next book in a certain series, or wondering how you might support me as an author. Well, here is a great way to do so.

You may be wondering what Patreon is?
Patreon allows content creators to develop patrons (in my case readers) to partner with them and create great new content.

What I need you to do, is headed over to my Patreon account and find a pledge amount that works for you. Depending on which level of pledge you choose, you'll receive certain rewards in return. mostly you'll get a copy of each new Crimson Pulse Media book release. 

Why should I support you through Patreon? 
Patreon will allow me to create new books more quickly. By having patrons pledged to a project I can estimate my budget for each new title I release. 

Creating books together has never been easier with the many amazing self-publishing tools out there. And while I will still release titles with traditional publishers (The Quest for Truth, Crimson Sparrow, Imagination Station, Nova,) I will also be able to release books like Wasted Wood, Sages of Darkness books, and sub-stories from The Quest for Truth.