Because I'm SUPER LUCKY, I got the chance to read David R. Bennett's Pre-Teen/YA/Science Fiction novel, The Crimson Clan before its release! Woop, woop!
This novel follows Destiny Phoenix, a young sixteen-year-old girl who woke up pumped to get her driver's license and gets an entirely different life instead.
Destiny is strong and repeatedly challenged in this ACTION-PACKED adventure, where danger springs up at every turn. She finds herself, and forms powerful bonds with very special friends. These people are the ones in whom she will have to rely on if she is to survive.
This book is appropriate for ten-year olds on up. If you are looking for a book with adventure, lots of fighting and loads of danger, I recommend you pick it up and find out for yourself if Destiny is strong enough....
I give The Crimson Clan **** 4.5 out of 5 Stars!
About Author David R. Bennett:
is an author from Spring, Texas in
the United States of America. He lives with his wife, Brandy, and his son,
Ethan.
David R Bennett is a pen name that comes the reordering of
his initials real initials. He, also, thinks the name has a ring to it.
Not only is he an author, he, also, is an illustrator. His
real name is what is credited with the cover art to his novels.
He attended Rocky Mountain College if Art + Design in
Denver, Colorado where he earned a Bachelor's of Fine Arts in Advertising
Graphic Design. The graphic design techniques he learned in college he uses to
design his covers.
He, also, reads a lot of sci-fi / fantasy / paranormal
books. Some of his favorite monsters are vampires, mummies, zombies, goblins,
ghouls, werewolves, etc. He has plans to write a long string of novels in the
Destiny Phoenix series and a series about an alien coming to Earth in the Alien
Survivor series. Both of these series are planned as Young Adult novels.
His favorite horror flick is Resident Evil because it is
scary to think that biological warfare could one day result in human extinction
by undead creatures. And his favorite series of films is Star Wars and is
excited about the next film coming out in 2015.
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Excerpt from The Crimson Clan:
"I hope it won't take too long to find, Sandra,"
Destiny says.
"That depends on the power of Sandy's cell, Des." Chris mutters.
"Try calling her."
I do as my hunky boyfriend suggests. I dial Sandra's phone
on my brother's cell.
"Hello?" I hear from the other side of the phone
with some panting in between the words. Quickly, she seems to stop.
"Destiny?"
"Yeah, Sandra," I say. I can hear her gasping for
breath. "Where are you?"
"What the hell is going on?" She screams into the
phone frantically.
"We're on the way to pick you up."
"Can you kinda hurry," Sandra asks me. “I’ve got
these weird pasty freaks on my tail. For what?
I don't know."
"Pasty freaks?" I say aloud. That's when I hear Brandon mutter some curse
word and floor the gas pedal.
"Where are you at?"
"Near the Dillard's entrance by Four Oaks Drive."
"Okay, Sandra. Stay calm. We'll be there in five. Meet
us at the west entrance of Dillard's."
"All right. Hurry." I hear the panic in Sandra's
voice.
"Stay calm and peruse the store not to give any
suspicions to the workers."
"K. See ya soon."
"Certainly." I say hanging up the phone.
"Destiny, what's going on?" Chris asks me as I can
see the worry in his face. "Are the same ones after Sandy that invaded my home?"
"The exact same creatures. They want us. You, me,
Brandon, and Sandra. They don't know about Little Michelle here. Let's keep it
that way."
"Why?"
"We're the chosen slayers to bring balance back to this
world," Brandon
states. "I was sent to a boarding school for my protection when I was nine
just after the birth of Destiny."
"That sucks, bro." Chris says as we reach the
Mall.
It did not take us long to figure out where Sandra was.
People were rushing out the doors of Dillard's in fear. Obviously, these pasty
creatures were in the store and have yet to find Sandra.
However, we spot Sandra easily. She managed to mix in with
the crowd that rushed out of the store. We screech to a halt. Brandon pops open the back door for Sandra to
jump in.
"Sandy, get in," Brandon says to his
sister.
"Your car?"
"Forget it. We can come back for it."
The dark haired brown-eyed best friend of mine, who stands
at five-foot- four, an inch shorter than me, hurriedly, gets into the Tahoe.
Sandra, quickly, jumps in and shuts the door.
"Chris, Miki, what's going on?" She says trying to
catch her breath.
The white pasty creatures see us peel out around the Mall
ring road as we make our escape after helping Sandra out.
"Hang on!" Brandon
screams as one of the wraiths jumps out in front of our car. We run over it
leaving a partially body badly squished all over the road.
"I've only heard if these guys before," Brandon tells us. "I
don't know how to defeat them."
"Oh, great, we're screwed," Chris mutters.
He, then, gets slapped on the shoulder as their little
sister sits zoned out holding her legs. Michelle is totally out of it. This is
out of her level of comprehension. Or so I thought.
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