Pick Your Own YA Fantasy

[Welcome to part five of my continuing blog series. I write the book, you pick the plot. For earlier parts, see part 1, part 2, part 3, and part 4.] “I need to get into the Great Pyramid,” he said. There was no way he’d be able to lie and get away with it. His ears wouldn’t let him. But he could tell the girl some of the truth, and just leave out the parts that were too outlandish. At least at first. The girl shrugged. “And? Just use your ticket.” “That’s the thing,” he said. “I don’t have one.” She frowned at […]

[Welcome to part four of my continuing blog series. I write the book, you pick the plot. For earlier parts, see part 1, part 2, and part 3.] John wanted to go with the Italians. He’d made his mind up to go with them, even. They were the next group heading in, and the sooner he could get into the pyramid, the better. But there’s a difference between wanting to do something and actually doing it. John wasn’t a trained spy. He didn’t even have much experience lying about finishing his homework. The problem was, any time John tried to

[Welcome to part three of my continuing blog series. I write the book, you pick the plot. For part 2, please see here, and part 1 is here.] “I’m going to sneak in with some of the other tourists,” John said, wishing his voice sounded more confident. Khalid raised his eyebrows. “Wearing bear claw slippers and pajamas? You’ve got some interesting definitions of ‘sneak.’” John blushed, glancing down at his clothes. He’d forgotten he still wasn’t dressed. Getting transported by djinn in the middle of the night will do that to you. He cleared his throat and said, “I know that.

[Welcome to part two of my continuing blog series. I write the book, you pick the plot. For part 1, please see here.] John took another look at the three items on the table. The dagger was interesting and all, but it made him think of quests to kill evil wizards. He wasn’t sure he was up for any assassinations this evening. The heart, meanwhile, probably came from the innards of a fire demon. That’s what it looked like, anyway. And if there’s one thing John didn’t like, it was being hot. Sweating through a battle on a plane made