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Ameca J, a typical, disgruntled teenager, picks up her younger sister, ten-year- old Fraya, from school, taking their Bichon Frise, dog, Tilly with her for the walk. Arguing all the way through the woods toward their home, they come upon a clearing where a strange figure glows with an inhuman aura. Brave Fraya and little Tilly are not showing signs of fear, even as the oddity reaches out for them. Ameca screams and grabs Fraya’s hand just as the apparition touches her. Instantly, the two plus Tilly are whisked away into another world.

 Their father, at forty one has bits of silver in his hair, is unhappy in his work, grumbles over idiots and junk mail, but loves science and new discoveries. Paul gets a call from his wife, saying she has to work late and to feed the kids, which translates to fast food take out. He decides to meet his girls along their journey from school; at first enjoying the beauty of the woods along the way, but he soon panics over not finding Ameca and Fraya. The forest becomes unusually quiet . . . until the music starts–or something like music. He hopes the source of the sounds might be someone who’s seen his girls. Instead, he comes upon a glowing figure. He feels compelled to go toward it, drawn like a magnet, and reaches out his hand. Shazam! Once again the clearing is empty.

 The girls and dog find themselves at the top of a hill crowned with colorful flowers, near a huge mountain that appears to reach the sky. Within minutes, Ameca is yelling at Fraya for getting them into this predicament, oblivious of the young girl’s tears, while wondering what they should do. A voice, not belonging to either girl, suggests heading towards the nearby woods. The voice speaks again, seeming to come from Tilly, even though the dog’s mouth is not moving. Tilly explains that she could always talk—they just weren’t able to hear her before. Fraya, of course, is thrilled; most ten-year-olds are in tune with believing the unbelievable. But Ameca feels Tilly is speaking through their minds–with more than a touch of attitude.

 Their father ends up in a different place filled with menace. The door of an old house opens as huge killer wolf-like beasts rush past him unseen, also searching for his daughters. Paul, unaware of their intentions walks into the now empty evil house. Glancing through a window, he sees twin yellow moons shining down upon him and decides to pick up an antiquated weapon nearby. Certain that he’s no longer on Earth, he leaves the grotesque house to check out the area. Oblivious to the fact that his daughters and him are “the One, the Flame and the Flower”, foretold by the High Magi, Merindus, as saviors of this world and their own, he continues his search.

 Paul falls asleep in the bushes of the forest, awakening to the sight of a tall man with long white hair and pointed ears. Artrayor the elf has been out searching for Werethralls, the beasts that had not seen Paul near the old house. The elf speaks of his lovely lands, living apart from men, until the arrival of the evil menace, the Scelestus, who planned to destroy them. The Elfen made an alliance with the High Magi Menindus, who united armies of men to destroy the Scelestus and the Werethralls. What no one had realized at first, captured warriors were transformed into Werethralls, increasing the vast horde of invasive evil bent on destroying the beauty of Mythrania. While armies of men and elfen battled across the plains, Menindus used his magic to destroy the Scelestus . . . or so they all thought.

 Paul Xavier Jones writes with passion and humor as he relates the battles, trickery and magic of an unknown world. His characters are charming (the good ones) and all are well developed. Pages turn fast in this exciting, albeit gory fantasy. Jones has that unique ability to draw his readers into the mythical land of elfen, dragons, and monster bats, amidst royalty and High Magic; enchanting and entertaining both young adults and people of all ages for years to come. The chilling ending will have readers reaching for the second book of this enticing series: Ameca J and the Revenge of Rex-Ultar.

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The idea for the Ameca J Chronicles came to me while I was in Crete in 2008. I had already written one book, An Agent For Change, and my oldest daughter, the Ameca, complained that I wouldn’t let her read it. Not surprising, as although it was not explicit, there were adult themes I didn’t really want her exposed to at thirteen years old. So the Ameca J chronicles were born, and when we returned to the UK, I set about writing book 1, Ameca J And The Legacy Of Menindus. I penned the prologue.

Conceptually, I wanted a mythical world, which still held magic, which could only be accessed by people who had any hair colour other than black. So Mythrania was born, land of myth and shadows, where Elfen folk still lived, as did Dragons. I had to develop a suitable adversary on this world, one that would prove a challenge as Ameca and her sister made their way into the story.

I wanted a powerful message for the two girls in this book, around the power of the family unit. Ameca and Fraya have 5 years between them, something I as a parent conditioned me to believe they would argue less. Boy, I got that so wrong. Anyway, the concept was set; Ameca and Fraya were isolated in this world, which was full of danger, and Ameca was forced to take the lead and protect her sister.

As they both loved dogs, I introduced “Tilly” the bichon frise, based on their pet. Of course, this being a magical setting, the dog could speak. And the dog had a dry, sarcastic sense of humour that could irritate Ameca no end.

So the story is set. The girls arrive on Mythrania, without knowing where they were or how they got there.

Alone, with no advice from an adult, and no mobile phone signal, Ameca reasons they would need water shortly, and so on Tilly’s advice leads the trio into a forest where the dog has smelled water.

The forest is massive, and the girls discover they can hear the voices of birds translated into English in their own heads. Fraya is delighted, as her character always has a sunny disposition and will find wonder wherever she looks, but Ameca is a teenager, bristling with massive suspicion and resentment at the sudden responsibility thrust upon her to look after her sister.

After spending some time in the forest, they discover the water at a stream, where something nebulous comes alive and “speaks” to Ameca. The nebulous form exudes terror and Ameca becomes scared, but covers up her fright when Fraya becomes alarmed. She couldn’t give away the fact she was scared. She was the big sister.

And so began the melding of the girls’ relationship, born out of necessity to survive and return to their world.

Of course, it wouldn’t be easy, and they would find they needed each other more and more as they faced the many perils of Mythrania.

And they would have to do it across three books….