Thursday, June 6, 2013

Scapemaker by Steve V Cypert: Spotlight and Excerpt


Title: Scapemaker
Author:  Steve Cypert
Published:  November 19, 2012
Word Count: 122,000
Genre: YA Paranormal Urban Fantasy
Content Warning:  Minor fantasy/paranormal violence, some of which may be a little graphic for younger readers. 
Age Recommendation: 11/12+ 


Matthew is the son of Mr. Nicholas Namely, a local high school teacher. However, Matthew does not know that his father is a dreamscaper, whose classroom is connected to the dream-world. From his classroom, Mr. Namely’s students enter the halls of Scapemaker, a dream-world high school for young and inexperienced dreamscapers.
Following a couple of tragic events—his father’s sudden comatose condition and the unbelievable mysteries surrounding the unexpected death of his best friend, Dobian Brown—Matthew is compelled to investigate and is propelled into a whole new world. Matthew and his mother, Mae, are soon coerced into moving across the country for his father's strange medical needs. While attending his new school, Matthew comes to know the secrets that Daedree, an annoying girl from his former high school, has locked away. Matthew also meets Amber, a beautiful enigmatic girl who leads him to Mr. Xoner's classroom. While there, he learns the art of dreamscaping (which, unbeknownst to Matthew, has been in his bloodline for thousands of years). This new life will lead Matthew to unbelievable characters with the most extraordinary abilities he could have ever imagined—and the most deadly and wicked villains he never thought he’d be up against.

Matthew will come to know of Nox Celare, otherwise known as The Sandman, who is after a special element called Magineum. He must not only solve the mysteries surrounding those tragic events, but he will also have to protect the Magineum with his life and find a way to be with the girl of his dreams. Neck deep in skinwalkers (shape shifters), sandsleepers, zombies, goblins, soul feeders, ghosts, ogres, dragons, dream-world criminals known as “night terrors” and more, Matthew learns he is in over his head. With the help of his friends, Mr. Xoner, and a determined FBI agent, Matthew will learn more about his father than he ever hoped to—or wished to know. He soon uncovers the reason for his father’s comatose condition; with vague implications of a traitorous act and a possible connection to Doby’s death, Mr. Namely had been convicted and his mind held within the notorious Sandstorm Prison inside the dream- world. Matthew must now prove his father’s innocence as a helpless victim of Nox’s plan to escape Sandstorm Prison.


Soon Hunter’s eyelids grew heavy. When they finally closed, Matthew found himself trapped in the darkness of Hunter’s mind as he crossed over into the dream-world. What felt like an eternity to Matthew, took only minutes. When Hunter opened his eyes Matthew was able to see again. He was lying flat on his back in the center of the floor looking up. The room was different than the confinement chamber Matthew had crossed into a few months ago to see his father.
The circular walls were made up of large dingy rocks rising sixteen feet to a vaulted ceiling of rustic timbers. Halfway up, situated a few inches from the wall were several steel torches suspended in mid-air. Through the faint glow of the undulant flames Matthew could see a set of large double doors made of solid oak and brass. The broad floor was a single stone slab, cold and smooth. Matthew was still entombed within Hunter’s revolting body. He felt his muscles begin to contract as he sat up to face the doors in the eerie silence.
Matthew could feel dozens of tattoos anxiously surging through his body like snakes in the soft desert sand. Sensing a foreign presence, but unaware of Matthew’s identity, a few reptilian tattoos stretched out from Hunter’s skin to examine Matthew’s eyes. One of them lunged aggressively forward, snapping its jaws at Hunter’s face. Still helpless, Matthew could not back away or close his eyes. Before its fangs could connect, Hunter’s hand snagged it by the neck.
“What do you think you’re doing?” he questioned, forcing the tattoos back into his skin. “Get back in there! I’ll need you where we’re going.”
Mrs. Palomino soon appeared behind Hunter, followed by Chief Whitecloud and Dr. Foolheart. Mr. Xoner and Agent Rymcene were nowhere to be found, knowing that only skinwalkers and mares were allowed this far.
Mrs. Palomino’s legs began to pop and bend in distorting contortions, followed by her arms, neck and back. Dramatically shape-shifting, Mrs. Palomino grew much larger, morphing into a beautiful golden-brown mare. Her gorgeous sun-bleached mane was a shade or two lighter than her shiny coat. After rearing up on her hind legs she stood boldly by, ready to deliver the prisoner. 
Mrs. Palomino slowly sauntered over to Hunter and directed him with immoveable authority, “Get up and have a seat. It’ll be the last bit of comfort you will ever receive.”
Matthew felt Hunter place both feet firmly on the floor and stand up almost mechanically as though he didn’t have a choice. Mrs. Palomino knelt with a forward bow, lowering her back to Hunter’s level. Hunter walked calmly over, latching onto her mane with his one hand. Hunter threw one leg over Mrs. Palomino’s back as she stood straight and tall. Hunter hunched over in a state of depression.
“Have you anything to say?” asked Chief Whitecloud.
Curling a lip, Hunter grinned back with a nasty scowl. “You can’t stop what’s coming.” Matthew could feel Hunter’s anger swelling deep within. “Like I said before, you’re all going to die. Mark my words.”
“Take him away,” commanded Chief Whitecloud.
Matthew’s heart was racing. Straining to speak, he forced out one last whisper in a slow stream of indistinguishable words. “I’m here too!
A single tear formed in a corner of Hunter’s eye. But the tear did not belong to him. Before it touched his cheek it withered and dried.
Without noticing Matthew’s cry for help manifested through his tear and vague whispers, Chief Whitecloud and Dr. Foolheart simply vanished. They returned to the real-world and, along with Agent Rymcene, were now awaiting the special intelligence that would be attained by Mrs. Palomino upon her return from Sandstorm.
Sitting in complete silence, afraid and alone, Hunter and Matthew faced a virtual death sentence only seconds away.
As soon as he was situated, the large oak doors creaked slowly open to reveal the most unpromising view. Matthew was now staring down a long and narrow bridge of brick and cobblestone which extended a hundred yards out to a dark and ominous castle-like structure, Sandstorm Prison. Like distorted points on a crown, several reedy towers protruded from the exterior walls upward and outward over an expansive moat. A continuous torrent of sand swirled about in chaotic waves, covering the prison like a coarse mist. The thickest portions fashioned a gyrating band around the entire mid-section of the castle. Lightning bolts surged throughout and reflected eerily off the water below, illuminating the lower walls in a bluish glow.
Matthew knew that if they were to enter Sandstorm Prison there would be no turning back. When Mrs. Palomino took her first step toward the open doors, Matthew anxiously, though unsuccessfully, attempted to separate his mind from Hunter’s to make his presence known. But to his ultimate disappointment no one knew he was there. As they made their way onto the bridge, the reality of Matthew’s fate began to fill his gut.

Steve is the second child of seven born in Los Angeles, California. At twenty-four he moved to Salt Lake City, Utah . Two decades later he still lives in Utah, where he married his beautiful wife, Katie. Today they live in South Jordan, Utah with their 8 month old son, Ozzie and his hairy brother, Duke - a three year old Shih Tzu.

Steve graduated from the University of Utah with a bachelor’s degree in Mass Communications in 2003. For as long as he can remember, Steve has loved to come up with creative and far-fetched stories. Sometime in the early 2000's, he decided to write a novel. He wrote "Port of Errors" in just three months. However, it took him nine years to research, edit and put the missing pieces together. Port of Errors will eventually be a trilogy under the name "Born of Tyranny”.

Steve has now written a second novel, the first in a series of four. "Scapemaker" is a YA paranormal fantasy. The title, at first, was "The Son of Nicholas Namely", until he changed it to the title of the series "Scapemaker". As of January 2013, the second book has a completed, detailed outline and he will begin writing it shortly.

Steve loves photography and is very good at it. He shot weddings for a while, but mainly loves wildlife and landscape. He also loves volleyball and hiking. He has a mountain bike, but never rides it. Finally, he is a sad self-indulgent, fanatically addicted big screen movie junkie!


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There is a tour wide giveaway. Prizes include the following:
20 eBooks - Kindle copies or Smashwords Coupon

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Steve Cypert is hosting a drawing for a giveaway for anyone who places a comment on the book trailer for Scapemaker on Goodreads or YouTube. If you comment on both, your name goes into the drawing twice.

Link on YouTube:

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For anyone who participates or posts the trailer, the drawing will take place on June 28. The winners will be announced on Steve’s Facebook fan page, the Scapemaker Goodreads page, and his blog. 

Grand Prize Winner: Signed paperback copy of Scapemaker and $25 Electronic Gift Card (winner’s choice of Amazon, B&N, or even PayPal Cash)

2nd Place Winner: Signed paperback copy of Scapemaker
Giveaway is International. 


Yvonne Simpkins said...

Hi and thank you for your giveaway. Your book is awesome.

The Fictioneer said...

Thank you Yvonne. I truly appreciate that.

Steve Cypert