The Basement Book Spotlight

Hello readers,

I have a book spotlight for the younger generation. If you like exciting thrillers, you have to check this book out.

9781625105554-C-0404

Book blurb:

“A kid should not be aware of his own heartbeat”, he thought.

Never forget the unexplored territories in your own back yard, or under your house.  Here, Vashti Quiroz-Vega gives voice to the young inhabitants of one neighborhood where things are more than they seem.

Robbie is an ordinary boy in a normal world, as we first enter the neighborhood and witness an idyllic scene of prepubescent children at play; but what happens in silence and in the dark will amaze you.   Join Robbie as he journeys to explore unknown and forgotten tales of intrigue, fear and blind faith.

Ask yourself:

What kinds of monsters lurk in your world?

What will you do when you can no longer see?

The Basement is a tale of angst, teamwork and solutions, of treasure hunts and adventure, and of facing your fears.  It is a focus on the small- but everything- world of one group of pre-teens and the very real and wondrous world they face.

Book Excerpt:

Rescue Delayed

Before leaving to go get help, Nestor had cleared away the plants that concealed the well. Robbie and Barney were really beginning to worry. For a while, Robbie and Barney could look up at a circle of blue, but now the sky was somber, and rain poured down in buckets. The sun would set soon, and even the feeble light that allowed them to see each other would disappear. Robbie wondered what would happen if Nestor and the others returned after dark – would they be able to find the well again?

The boys had no choice but to wait, even though the rain did not relent and the water was rising.

“We’re going to need to stand,” said Robbie in a wobbly voice.

Barney nodded—he had also noticed the rising water. Barney tried and tried to get to his feet, but his efforts were futile. He sat rocking back and forth, wincing and groaning in pain.

Robbie passed his hands along the walls to try to find something he could hold onto. His hands came across something he believed to be part of a tree root. He scrunched his brow and pulled on the root to test its strength; it seemed to be anchored securely to the wall of the well.

“Barney, I found something attached to the wall that I can hold onto while I try to stand. It feels like tree roots. Maybe there’s something that can help you get to your feet on your side.”

Barney made efforts to pass his hands over the walls near him, but each twist and bend of his body was like sharp, hot knives slowly entering his flesh. He howled in pain and closed his eyes tightly, clenching his jaw.

“Barney, are you okay?” asked Robbie, tilting his head forward, a worried grimace etched on his face.

“I’ll be all right,” uttered Barney, breathless. “How about you? Can you stand up?”

Robbie grabbed the root with his right hand and pushed himself off the ground with his left arm, but an excruciating pain in his right leg prevented him from standing. As a consequence, he fell back to the wet ground and into a seated position. He groaned. He knew now he could not lean on his right leg and figured he probably fractured a bone when he fell.

The rain continued to pour, and the water level in the well kept climbing. Robbie bit the corner of his lower lip and made another attempt to get up, gripping the root with both hands and putting his whole weight on his left leg. Doing so, he was able to rise. The effort of standing had made Robbie dizzy, and he faltered off balance. He rested his back against the wall to steady himself. As he tried to move closer to the wall, his foot slipped, and he almost fell again. When he finally got his back up against the wall of the well, he let go with one hand. He stared wide-eyed at Barney, who was almost submerged. Robbie extended his free hand.

“Barney, try to reach for my hand,” pleaded Robbie in a gruff voice.

“I can’t move. Everything hurts,” he replied feebly.

“You have to try, Barney. You’ll drown if you don’t! Please try!”

“All right, Robbie, I’ll try again.”

Barney strained with all his might to reach Robbie’s hand. A screaming pain shot through his legs when he moved. His right arm throbbed, and his ribs ached terribly. Barney winced and wailed in agony. He began to wheeze as it became difficult for him to breathe. He was in bad shape. Barney moaned and shook his head. “I can’t,” he panted.

“Come on, Barney! You can do it!” Robbie encouraged him. “The water’s rising fast!”

The water level reached just above Robbie’s knees. Only Barney’s head and his shoulders were above the water. He needed to get on his feet quickly before the water covered him completely.

Barney reached his arm out as far as he could, but he could barely reach Robbie’s fingertips. Robbie’s hand was only eight inches away from Barney, but it might as well have been a hundred feet away. It was no use—Barney could not elevate himself. Even if he managed to reach the outstretched hand, Robbie was not strong enough to support Barney’s entire body weight. Barney’s broken legs could not sustain him, so he gave up trying. There was a squeaking, creaking sound when Barney breathed.

“Barney, don’t give up,” said Robbie, his voice heavy with sadness.

“I’m sorry, Robbie, I can’t get up. I really did try. I gave it my all. I think both my legs are broken and I can’t breathe right anymore,” he uttered feebly between wheezes.

Robbie’s heart sank. He bit his lip, his eyebrows drawn in. He wanted to help his friend, but he could hardly help himself. What would Superman do now? was all poor Robbie could think at the moment.

It was beginning to get really dark in the well. The boys could no longer see each other, and Robbie’s heart began to beat hard against his chest. His breathing became fast and shallow. He worried mostly about the water rising above his friend’s neck and drowning him. He lifted his eyes, but it was so dark he could not even see the opening to the well anymore. All he saw was darkness. Robbie decided he should pray.

“God, I know you can hear me even from down here. Please save my friend Barney. I know you usually help those who help themselves. Barney really did try to get on his feet, but he just didn’t have the strength to do it. Please stop the rain from coming down. Don’t let my friend drown.”

Robbie closed his eyes while he prayed, although it would not have made a difference if he had kept them open. It was pitch black in the well. Robbie looked up again and opened his eyes. He continued to feel big drops of rain tumble from the sky and mix with his tears.

“Barney, talk to me?” he begged.

“I’m still here, buddy.”

“Let’s keep talking to each other, just so we’ll each know the other’s all right.”

“Sure, Robbie, but it’s not going to be easy for me. Every breath hurts.”

“All right, how about I just check up on you every so often. All you have to say is ‘OK’ or ‘I’m fine.’ Is that good?”

“Yes, Rob-bie, that’s fff…”

Buy links:

http://www.tatepublishing.com/bookstore/book.php?w=978-1-62510-555-4  (The book is available for pre-orders only right now.) The Basement will be released soon.

About the author:

Vashti's Web Photo

From the time I was a young kid, writing has been my passion. I’ve always been a writer I just didn’t know it until much later. For me, it is easier to express my thoughts on paper than with the spoken word. I enjoy making people feel an array of emotions with my writing. I like my audience to laugh one moment, cry the next and clench their jaws after that.

My love of animals and nature are often incorporated in my stories. You’ll read intriguing things about various animals, nature and natural disasters commingled in my character driven novels.

I love to read almost as much as I love to write. Some of my favorite authors are Stephen King, Michael Crichton, Anne Rice, J.R.R. Tolkien, J.K. Rowling and Dan Brown.

Author Links:

http://vashtiqvega.wordpress.com

http://thebasement.tateauthor.com

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http://twitter.com/VashtiQV

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