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Today, find out more about MEWRANTERS: ATTACK OF THE SEA MONSTER.


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Welcome to my stop on the Mewranters: Attack of the Sea Monster blog tour! 

About the Book


Mewranters: Attack of the Sea Monster
by Kachi Ugo 
Genre: YA Fantasy
Release Date: November 6th 2018


Mewranters: Attack of the Sea Monster uniquely blends adventure with an engaging fast-paced writing style to present readers with an action-packed story of wits, wisdom, and sheer force of will.
Every Mew in the country is out to kill Perry, and the sea monster is calling him out to the sea. Therefore, he must quickly learn why every Mew is threatened by the existence of an eagle Mew if he is to stand a chance at saving his parents and killing the monster. On the day of his initiation, he shifts into a huge Golden Eagle. However, this is a bad thing since no eagle Mew makes it past the age of twelve. To complicate his life, his shifting into an eagle Mew has reawakened the sea monster. A tentative partnership is formed between the different clans. But when Perry Johnson realizes that this partnership could mean the death of his parents, he has a decision to make.
With every Mew in the country out to kill him, and the sea monster calling him out to the sea, Perry must quickly learn why every Mew is threatened by the existence of an eagle Mew if he is to stand a chance at saving his parents and killing the monster. If he fails, it may very well be the end of his family… and the rest of the world. This fast-paced story, with its intriguing plot and original fantastical world, keeps every zoo-going, animal-loving kid wanting more as they follow Perry’s adventure.
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Guest Post from the Author

My Typical Writing Day


My typical day starts very early in the morning. I prefer writing when it’s fresh in the morning. By this time I’m well rested and strong from a good night’s rest.


I’ll usually just listen to some music first to get myself all worked up emotionally. I like to listen to movie soundtracks and instrumentals too. They help my creative process.


When I think I’m ready, I’ll briefly go over what I’ve written already. If I have a plot, I’ll read the plot. If not, I’ll try projecting what’s going to happen next.


Then I’ll begin the actual writing. I write between three thousand and five thousand words per day. Usually, I do two thousand words per chapter, if it’s a short novel. If it’s a long novel, I’ll do anything between five thousand to seven thousand words per chapter. Of course, all these may change during editing.


I like to write in chapters. That means more often than not my writing day starts with a new chapter and ends when the chapter is completed. If I feel I still have a lot of creative energy flowing, I’ll take up writing another chapter. But I’ll have to finish it otherwise I’ll have to come back to it later in the day.


It takes me about two hours to write a chapter. Less if it’s a two thousand word chapter. But two hours is about right for a five thousand word chapter. I once wrote a twelve thousand word chapter in about three hours. That’s almost a novella!


That basically is my typical writing day.


Excerpt from the Book

Johnson awoke with a feeling of dread. He knew his time had come, and he felt
he was going to fail. He had never been good at anything. Not sports, not
hanging out with friends, not even school. He wasn’t failing in school, but he
wasn’t passing either. He was average. In everything. Nothing special. That
kind of sucked. But what could he do? It was who he was. It was his destiny.
Even as he sat trembling on his bed, he figured today was
going to end badly. Badly for him. He was certain he wasn’t going to be good
enough. He had known about the ritual for some time since Richard. He was four
then. One week after they had celebrated Richard’s twelfth birthday, the family
moved to their cliff house in Nevada. Perry didn’t know what Richard did
because he wasn’t allowed to watch, but whatever Richard had done, he had been
awesome. Four years later, Jane and Jake’s turn came. He didn’t watch, again, but
he knew they were great. Now his time had come. One week after they had
celebrated his twelfth birthday, they had moved here. It was his turn, but
Perry already knew what the outcome would be.
Perry knew he wasn’t good enough. Whatever this family
ritual was, he was going to fail it. Perry had always gotten by being average.
Somehow, he suspected that this time average wouldn’t be good enough. That’s
why he was afraid. The ritual was important—like family-tradition important.
That much he knew. He loved his sister so much. He couldn’t bear the thought of
losing her, but that didn’t stop these thoughts from barraging his mind.
Average meant failure, and failure was his one-way ticket out of the family.
“Perry!” His mother’s voice came to him from somewhere in
the cabin. “Breakfast is
Perry had already gotten used to his small room. Still, it
pressed in on him from all sides. He had no appetite for food. Yet, he knew he
must eat. It might very well be his last meal as Perry, son of Johnson.
Perry jumped off the bed. He landed on the floorboards with
a crouch, his legs almost giving in. He had on a red shirt and blue jeans. He
looked in the mirror on his dresser. All he saw was a small, scrawny preteen.
He gulped. His heart was already pounding, though he kept his breathing steady.
The door to his room opened. Lisa, his dear sister, came in.
She had a warm smile on her face and a small broom in her hands.
“Mother told me to do your chores,” Lisa said, mild
irritation on her face.
“She did?” Now his breathing became erratic. “Why?”
Lisa frowned at the way he breathed. She shrugged and said,
“Don’t know. Something about a big day for you. I heard her talking with
Perry struggled to calm himself. He swallowed hard. “Richie’s
here?” “Mmm-Hmm,” Lisa replied, already sweeping the floor. She was eleven
years old. Perry
might not be
here to watch her do the ritual next year, but he knew she would excel. She was
unlike him. Success came naturally to her, the same way being average came
naturally to him. It was who they were. Maybe, if he could get his parents to
understand this, they wouldn’t kick him out of the family when he botched the
family ritual.
Spurred by impulse and a humongous amount of nervous energy,
Perry hugged his sister and left the room. He could never hate his sister. Not
even when his parents praised her and derided him. He couldn’t even be jealous
of her.
Perry walked the narrow corridor, which opened to the small
sitting room. His heart lurched. Richard, Jane, and Jake were all present.
Richard sat at the table with Jake, while Jane sat on a couch. Mother wasn’t in
the room. But there was food on the table, which Richard and Jake ate. There
was an extra plate; his, Perry concluded. He hesitated in the low-light
corridor. Usually, when Richard came from Maine, or Jake and Jane, their
family’s inseparable twins, came from school in California, Perry felt
exuberant. But now he could feel his heart sink. He didn’t want them to see him
fail. He didn’t want to eat, but he knew he must.
A hand touched his shoulder, and he jerked away, frightened.
He was in the sitting room now, in the open, exposed. At first, he was
startled. Everyone seemed happy to see him. He felt like a spotlight was upon
him. Richard, Jake, and Jane talked excitedly, all at the same time, but he
couldn’t pick out their words. All he was conscious of was the ferocity with
which his heart hammered in his chest. He looked at where he had been. His
mother stood in the doorway, staring at him, concerned. The room fell quiet.
His mother pointed at the table. “Eat,” she rumbled.
Perry nodded in submission, sat, and ate. He forced the
cheese pie into his mouth, down his throat. Richard watched him, silent, but
Jake talked. Talked about the weather. Talked about school. Talked about birds.
Richard gave him a sharp look when he mentioned birds, and he quickly changed
the topic. Talked about family traditions.
Jake only talked this much when he was antsy. He probably
knew Perry’s chances of success were thin and feared for him. Perry felt like
crying. Why did he have to be such a loser?
Mother roamed the house. She too was nervous. Jane gave
nippy glances at him and his food; they flickered from impatience to anxiety.
Father wasn’t in sight. But he too, no doubt, thought he was no good. Perry
fought the urge to wail out in distress and continued battling with his cheese
pie and milkshake.
The air seemed to thicken as he pushed it through his lungs.
Perry didn’t get to the last slice of the crusty cream pie before Father came
into the sitting room.
He looked first at Perry. His weathered face carried deep
lines on his forehead. In these deep lines, strips of sweat lay. His blue
T-shirt had a dark V that reached from his neck. The dark stain was
perspiration. Then, his gaze shifted to Mother. “They are ready for him,” he
said in a solemn tone.
It was as if a giant bell rang in
Perry’s mind. He knew he was finished. Why remain there? He jumped out of his
chair and was about to run for his room. But his mother stood, akimbo, in his
path, with a look of concern on her face. She didn’t seem to have noticed his
intentions. He squashed the urge to run and kept hidden those intentions.
Richard, Jake, and Jane rose to
their feet, a sudden reverence around their motions. They stood still, allowing
Mother to guide him towards the door with one hand on his shoulder. Father gave
way, and Perry walked into the hot desert.
Three strange-looking men stood by the metal interlocking
fence. One was old and the other two were young. But they both looked like they
were from an ancient Indian tribe. The old man sported a white shirt, a white
headband, and a white feather sticking up by his left ear. His intense gaze
drilled holes into Perry’s eyes. Perry looked away. Beyond the fence, less than
ten feet away, was an edge. Father had told him that the edge was fifty stories
above the desert floor.
Father had
also told him that anyone who fell off the cliff would splatter into a million
bloody pieces.
Mother’s grip tightened on Perry’s shoulder. She pushed him
gently towards the strange men. Father and the rest followed from behind.
As Perry glanced around the yard, he realized there was only
one car beside the house. How had these men, including Richard and the twins,
gotten to the cabin? There wasn’t a highway for miles. What was going on?
Perry caught the look in Mother’s side glances to Father.
She was uncertain. Unsure. Like she knew this was his last day as her son. But,
she couldn’t call off the ritual now that these strange men were involved.
When they were still a distance from the three men, they
halted. His mother crouched beside him, held his shoulders with both hands, and
fixed him with her most dangerous stare. Whatever she said now, he could never
disobey; not if he didn’t want to suffer severe consequences.
“Those men are here to test you,” his mother said with a
brief glance at the old man. “He’s the chief of our clan. Do whatever he tells
you, and it will be all right. Fail, and you might lose that which is precious
to you.”
Perry’s dread heightened. Lose Lisa?
“Mother?” Perry croaked. “I’m scared.”
His mother’s fierce gaze melted that instant. She looked at
his heaving chest for a moment. Then she turned to face his father. Her knees
gave out beneath her.
“He’s not ready,” she muttered to him, tears in her eyes.
Father picked up Mother from the ground and held her in his
arms. “There’s nothing we can do about that,” he whispered back to her. “It’s
either now or never.”
“What if he fails?” Mother said, glancing at Perry, who now
stood alone.
His father’s eyes gripped his. “Then it’s over for him.” He
said this without an iota of emotion.
Mother squeezed her eyes shut as tears fell to her cheek.
When she opened her eyes, she fixed a cold stare on him. “Do as I say.”
Perry turned away from his family. The three strange men
remained passive and silent as he approached them. The sun scorched his head.
Baked sand found its way into his jeans. He looked over his shoulder one last
time. Mother and Father weren’t looking. They were locked in an embrace.
Richard and the twins were farther behind, staring at him with glassy eyes,
squinting in the sun. The house stood behind them, the only human structure for
as far as the eyes could see. It was small, misshapen, a construction of
roofing sheets. It had been his family’s cabin for years, since before he was
born. He was about to lose it. He was about to lose everything.
“Perry Johnson,” the old man said. His voice was unusually
strong considering his age; he had wrinkles all over his face.
Perry stood before the man. “Yes, Sir,” he replied, looking
up at the man, into the sun. The man placed a hand on his shoulder and led him
towards the gate in the fence. “Do
you know
what this is all about, Perry?” he asked.
Perry shook his head, too scared to talk.
The man made a sound, an amusing sound. “Surely, you must
have an inkling as to what purpose you have been brought here.”
“A family ritual.” Perry’s voice was lost in the wind, but
the man must have heard because he nodded contemplatively.
“Go on,” he said. They were through the gate and headed for
the edge of the cliff.
“A test to determine if I’m worthy to be a member of this
family,” Perry said. A sudden alarm came to his mind as they approached the
edge. The desert floor spread from underneath the cliff: a barren, dry land.
Great winds moved sand around in disorganized sweeps. “Sir, why are we going
towards the edge of the cliff?”
“Does it bother you?”
“It’s dangerous, Sir. My father has forbidden me to cross
the fence,” Perry said, trying to look over his shoulder at his parents. But,
the old man prevented him. Perry tried to wriggle himself out of the man’s
grip, but the man clamped tighter.
“Not to birds, it’s not,” the old man said, pausing at the
very edge of the cliff.
Perry felt queasy standing fifty stories above the ground.
He shut his eyes and craned his neck away from the fall. “I’m not a bird, Sir,”
he cried out in desperation.
“Not yet,” the man said, and shoved him over the cliff.
Perry fell.
Fell towards his death.
He hurtled.
Hurtled to splatter into a million bloody pieces.
He screamed, flapped, and beat the air. But, he fell on. The
floor—his death—rushed up to meet him. His heart fluttered ferociously. A flame
of fear erupted around his body. Ten seconds to his death. A strange feeling
came over him, unlike his earlier feeling of apprehension. Feathers sprung from
his skin. His legs turned to talons. A different kind of fear overtook his
mind. More feathers shot out of his skin.
Five seconds to his death.
Perry flapped his hands faster, as if he could fly. The wind
caught on his hands—no—his wings! He flapped again and glided away from the
cliff wall. He was no longer falling. He was gliding, two yards above the
ground! He cried out, terrified, but what came forth from his sharp beak was a
piercing whistle that rang through the desert.
He tried to grab the sand before crashing into the ground.
He tried to push his body off the sand with his hands, but they weren’t strong
enough because they were wings. Panic stabbed at Perry’s heart. He flapped off
the ground, rising five feet into the air. The sand lodged in his skin felt
like tiny pinpricks, irritating him. He landed on talons, shaking his body
I can’t be a bird! he thought. I CAN’T BE A BIRD!
Wait, maybe I succeeded this time! Did I pass the test?!
He looked to the cliff. It was so far
away. Yet he could clearly see his parents, Richard, the twins, and the three
strange men. He searched their faces for recognition or approval, but it was
not happy surprise or awe that he saw. It was terror. His heart sank. He was a
failure again. What else was new?
Before his eyes, they turned into
huge birds. Huger than normal birds, but not different in other regards. Mother
was a white owl. Father was a blue harrier. Richard was a grey hawk. The twins
were bright yellow buzzards. The old man that had tried to kill him was a white
osprey. Perry blinked, not sure what he was seeing. They soared high above the
desert towards him.
When they got to him, they circled, keeping their distance.
He glanced down at his own body. He
was a golden eagle. He spread his wings and they each stretched over a yard
from his chest. The circling birds scampered away at the revelation of his full
form, seemingly terrified. Perry nestled his wings back into his body and sat
on the
dropping his head. He felt ashamed of being an eagle. He had failed his
parents, his family. He had broken his family’s tradition. He deserved to be
expelled from the fold.
After a while, he heard his mother speak. Her voice was firm
in his mind. “Perry, riseinto the air. We’re going to teach you to
handle your aerial form.

Even though he heard her voice in his mind, he
knew it was a command, not a request. He leaped into the air, spreading his
wings full length. The air seemed to cling to his form, pushing him upwards. He
didn’t need to flap. He shot to the clouds, his shame melting into excitement.
His family and the osprey followed behind, instructing him.


About the Author

Kachi Ugo’s whole life has revolved around writing. When he was twelve, while his friends still flipped through picture books and comics, he took an interest in thick, picture-less “story books” that opened him up to a whole new world of possibilities and adventures. A decade later, he writes those same books himself. Kachi Ugo is an avid supporter of YA Fantasy. For him, writing is a passion. He relishes the power it gives him to create worlds of his own where anything and everything is possible.
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  1. Nancy Burgess

    Sounds like a great read .

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