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Boys will be boys!

School. It doesn’t get any easier, does it?

But you don’t care. So I won’t talk about school.

I put another book up on Okadabooks!

Yaaay!

It’s called “First Sons” and it wants you to read it!



I should give some background on this story, I believe.

It was for class, my Creative Writing IA, really. We had about one month and a half to produce a novel in exchange for what, forty marks? And, being as dutiful and responsible as I was, I waited till about twelve days to the deadline, and remembered I had to start.

I know. No student more serious than me.

I’m putting it out now because some of those who read Scaredy Cat! wanted something longer. Plus, better out here than only hidden on my laptop where only I can read it.

Genre? Oh, it’s a lot of genres. It’s Christian, but I don’t profess to be a fount of all knowledge, and I don’t say this is a replacement for the Bible. God helped me write it a lot—no other conclusion would make sense to justify my completing a novel in twelve days flat!—and it was mostly sensible. If you notice any parts where there’s some foolery, then, hey, that was purely yours truly.

It’s based on another tale, so…fanfiction, much? I’m not sure. Or historical? I don’t know. Read it and help me figure out the genre.


Download it, same process.

In case you don’t have the Okadabooks app, find it in your mobile app store FOR FREE, download it—it takes all of one minute—and it’s there, on your phone. Launch it, and tap the magnifying glass and type First Sons. When the cover turns up, click ‘buy’—it’s free, so put your eyebrows back down. And then download it when it turns up in your library. Easier than a Jackson 5 song.

Everything is free!


Oh, and download Scaredy Cat! if you don’t have it already. 
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