Today for Teaser Tuesday, a sneak peek at what Lorenz Font has been working on. Coming soon!
Rise of Alpha - 1st book of the Prodian Journey Trilogy
“What’s the medical term for your jumping illness?”
I was glad the question came up right away. “It’s called Tourette’s Syndrome.”
“What is that?”
The question plagued me wherever I went, and I had the answer down pat. Explaining it one more time wouldn’t kill me. “The sudden and involuntary tics and vocalizations are byproducts of an abnormal metabolism of my brain’s neurotransmitters.” I shrugged.
“Wow… sounds heavy.”
Yep, it was a big issue for a teenager, something I wouldn’t ever sign up for. “If my involuntary cursing and jerking doesn’t bother you, then I don’t have a problem being your partner. I’m just trying to protect you from a possible heart attack. In my experience, people get nervous being around me.” I leaned against the cushion, feeling good now that I’d gotten her all prepared. If my fever was making me delirious with happiness, then I wouldn’t mind the mercury spiking up a bit more.
“You sound like you’ve been hiding for much too long, Curly.”
It would have sounded better if she used babe or sweetie, but I’d settle for anything. “It comes with the territory, but let’s not talk about me anymore. Why don’t you tell me what you want to do for our photography project?” This was a ploy to get her talking so I could keep listening to her voice.
Shannon’s eyes rolled up to the ceiling. “Um, I like taking pictures of moving subjects rather than portraits. I would love it if you would pose for me. You’re very interesting, Mexican jumping beans and all.” She giggled.
I glared in mock disapproval at her attempt to make light of my situation. “Hell, no. I’m not comfortable in my own skin, let alone with allowing someone to take my picture for everyone to make fun of.”
I stood up, but my legs wobbled. Shannon was quick to get up and place her arm around my waist. Holy smokes, batman. She touched me!
“You’re such a dork! I’m not kidding. Haven’t you checked yourself in the mirror?” she asked, helping me back down onto the sofa.
I felt like a total loser and had no idea what to say. Look at myself in the mirror? I’d been doing that for the last seventeen years and never liked what I saw—blond hair, dull blue eyes, and average build. Interesting was a word I’d never apply to myself.
Freakish, yeah. Right on.