My book!

People always ask me what the plot of my book is, so I'm going to post a summery, as well as some basic stuff about the four main characters, and, just because I'm feeling nice, a paragraph from it.

The title is... drumroll, please... Children of the Stones.
At least until I can think of a better one.

So. The plot.
Thomas, Charlotte, and Marco are staying in Amesbury, England for the summer, and they meet Mary, who lives there. They go to Stonehenge, where they meet an old man who tells them that, using the stones of Stonehenge, you can go back in time. Then he tells them that the four of them need to go back in time and collect a key from each time, so that they can lock the final stone "door", to prevent the "darkness" (original, huh?)from getting out. The darkness would come from the only door that leads to future. (actually to the apocalypse.)They go back to nine times, The Salem Witch trials Ancient Egypt, Pompeii, MLK's death, 9/11, the Hanging Gardens of Babylon, Lincoln's death, the Chinese Pirates in the 1800's, and The Titanic.

The characters.

Marco Martin, 15.
Marco is a tall African-American boy, who plays football and dresses in only American eagle. He is very sweet and smart.

Thomas Johnson, 14.
Thomas is very short, with blond hair and gray eyes. He is very cynical and sarcastic, a bit of an idiot, and obsessed with seventies music.

Charlotte Johnson, 11.
Charlotte is Thomas's little sister, but the same height as him. She has strawberry blond hair, and is very shy and thoughtful.

Mary Morrison, 15.
Mary's Father is British, and her mother is from India. She is very dark with thick brown hair. She is very smart. She loves to read. Her favorites are Shakespeare, Balzac, and O. Henry. She also likes memorizing random facts and learning new words.

And here is a paragraph from the book!
It's from chapter one, when the four kids are hanging out and playing cards under a cherry tree. Mary is reading.

“Look, the king of hearts is the only one without a mustache.” Charlotte put her king on top of Marco’s seven. “And I win.” She took the pile of cards from the center of the circle.
“Did you know that the king commits suicide in the cards? This one has a sword through his head.” Thomas lay down his king in the middle.
“Elephants are the only mammal that can’t jump,” said Mary, looking up from her copy of Macbeth. She was leaned against a tree, while the other three played an increasingly vicious game of war. “And the USA has never lost a war in which mules were used.”
“Nice, but what does that have to do with cards?” asked Marco, laying a king on Thomas’s. “War.”
“Yeah, there you are again, Mary, knowing things no one cares about. Doctor Seuss invented the word nerd, and I think it was for you.” Thomas dealt three cards.
“Be not afraid of greatness: some are born great, some achieve greatness, and
some have greatness thrust upon 'em,” she countered. Marco dealt his three.
“Do you really think knowing the correlation between wars and mules makes you great?” asked Thomas. “Because that’s not my definition of greatness.” Mary kicked him in the back, and he dropped his card. It was an ace. Marco’s was the two of spades. “I win. That’s true greatness.”


It's not my best, but I think it's pretty good.