About the Author
P. Edward Auman is rumored to be a member of the mysterious, but government-funded Institution for the Preservation of Magical Artifacts (IPMA) and therefore first came into contact with Faerie Folk in the pursuit of a pixie stick. Unlike the sugar-filled variety available in retail chains and on mobile ice cream vending vehicles, Pixie Sticks are rumored to harbor great power for the restoration of flora and fauna in the natural environment. It was during this assignment that Eddie was privy to the narrative of the Johanssons and the youngest troll in the Rocky Mountains, Kile. Additionally, Eddie has been known for patenting many “better mouse traps” for the apprehension and retention of mythical and unnatural beings. However, the activity for which Eddie is most famously known is his creation of 43 clones to assist him in all of his many ventures. 42 clones survive today, following a mishap with a gene-splice bio-fuel algae agent, to which Eddie responded, “42’s probably good enough. It is the normally accepted answer to the Universe and everything in it anyway.”
About the Artist, Jordan C. Brun
Jordan Christopher Brun was born in Warren, MI and has lived in both the Midwest and the Western United States. He began working as a freelance Visual Artist with a commission for a local entrepreneurs’' association after his illustrations and 3D work won some high school awards in his hometown of Northville, MI. After graduating from Michigan State University with a BFA in Art Education and a minor in Visual Arts, he continued to develop a variety of styles with various media while teaching at the Plymouth Canton Educational Park, an educational campus of over 6,000 high school students where he taught various 2D design programs including Foundations, Painting, Drawing, Mixed Media and Photography.
Jordan earned his Master's in Art Education from Eastern Michigan University and stayed in Michigan for a few more years, working on a number of independent films and community projects as an Art Director and Artist. In 2012, Jordan moved to Utah where he currently lives in Springville, otherwise known as the "Art City", and teaches Visual Arts at Mt. Nebo Junior High School, both within Utah Valley. He is a collaborator of Authors, regularly displays his work in galleries, and completes numerous freelance pieces while donating a number of his works to charitable causes and benefits.
The Old Silk Hat, A Frosty The Snowman Prequel – Released 12/23/2012
Speak Rain – Released 1/27/2013
Troll Brother, Book 1 Trolls Series – Released 7/6/2013
Little Brother Troll, Book 2 Trolls Series – TBR Fall/Winter 2013
Untitled, Sprites Book 1 – 2014
Untitled, Trolls Book 3 – 2014
Untitled, Trolls Book 4 – 2014
And many more coming 2013-2015!
Connect with Me Online:
www.PEdwardAuman.com
www.TrollBrother.com
https://facebook.com/pedward.auman
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@PEdwardAuman on Twitter
Sample: “Little Brother Troll: Troll Brother Book 2”
As he lie in his bed looking up at the cavern ceiling, pondering the scolding he had received from the matron, Ricky wondered if maybe his time with the trolls was being extended solely as a punishment. Perhaps if he could master the spells more quickly they’d be more willing to let him return to his family? It’s not as though he was in a rush, when thinking about it logically. He was having fun. He was learning amazing things. But for a nearly ten-year-old to be away from home for so many weeks was excruciated. As all preteens who mostly weren’t quite brave enough to admit it, he missed his Mommy.
So it was in that moment that Ricky resolved to do his best on every lesson. To outpace his instructors. He would become a master at every skill. He placed the pebble he had kept in his pocket from the day’s lesson on the floor and sat down, cross-legged in front of it and began concentrating. In the first attempt, the rock twisted and spun its position not quite 90 degrees. It was a start. That was better than early with the matron standing over his shoulder hounding him. Maybe he simply needed some quiet so he could concentrate?
Over the next hour, as the trolls in the neighboring sleeping holes slowly crept into their own beds for the night, Ricky had progressed to the point he could make the pebble glow slightly each time he tried the breakroc command. He only realized this after the lights out command down the hallway.
Two hours into the night the rock would spark, hop off the ground and then the glow would pulsate for several seconds before the life ember within it would relax and cool down again. The pebble was very hot to the touch each time he managed this and for the hour after he accomplished the behavior the first time he would palm it for a second or two and see if it was any hotter than the time before.
After four hours, Ricky leaned his back against the bed and stretched his arms and cricked his neck. He realized with some amount of pride that it had been the longest he’d ever sat in one place and focused on something. For a nine-year-old that was a fairly major feat, unless of course it involved playing a first person shooter on their game console. For Ricky, it was particularly impressive since he’d never managed to sit still that long, even for the said video game.
He decided to try a new approach. He relaxed, flopped his legs out before him as it had been nearly an hour and half since the last time he’d stretched them before settling in to practice some more. Then he closed his eyes and concentrated on the pebble. It was important to focus on the specific stone he was working with, and not just stone in general. Each one had a life of its own and required a direct, personal interaction in order for breakroc to work.
Then he opened his eyes one last time and looked at the pebble on the floor with tired eyes. He mumbled the spell casually. “Baeroc!”
And it burst. Two halves went flying into opposite corners of the room with a small crack and then a rattle of stone being tossed stone. Upon the floor where the pebble had sat were a couple glowing embers in the dark and Ricky could just catch a few tiny broken pieces left behind by the two halves. He had done it. Breakroc was now his spell to command.
In that realization a large grin spread across Richard Johansson, III’s face, very much like the wide Cheshire grin Kile wore at times around Robert back home.
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