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Something’s Not Right In Sea Scarp
Mays sat down across from him. “I saw you do whatever you did yesterday. You looked like you’d just come from a funeral, like you had a lot on your mind. I know that feeling . . . because I also know about the portals.”
Klem grimaced. “I didn’t do anything, if that’s what you think. I fell inside of something at Scarp Hill—a tunnel or something—and then I just followed it to the other end. That’s all you saw. I don’t know anything else about what it is, and I don’t want to.”
No way was he about to tell her who he had seen through the passage wall. She didn’t need to know everything.
“What if I told you there’s more than just one tunnel, K-L-E-M Klem? A lot more. They’re all over the place.”
Klem looked at her evenly. “So I’ll be sure to watch where I’m walking.”
“You should watch who you’re talking to.”
Klem grimaced. “I didn’t do anything, if that’s what you think. I fell inside of something at Scarp Hill—a tunnel or something—and then I just followed it to the other end. That’s all you saw. I don’t know anything else about what it is, and I don’t want to.”
No way was he about to tell her who he had seen through the passage wall. She didn’t need to know everything.
“What if I told you there’s more than just one tunnel, K-L-E-M Klem? A lot more. They’re all over the place.”
Klem looked at her evenly. “So I’ll be sure to watch where I’m walking.”
“You should watch who you’re talking to.”
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Frequently Asked Questions
Who is Klem Antrim?
He’s an ordinary fifteen year old boy living with his parents in a small town called Sea Scarp, on the coast of New England.
Is he sick?
Well, maybe not sick. He has been having an awful lot of headaches for the past year. Also, constant déjà vu, and prescient visions.
Where is Sea Scarp?
“Sea Scarp was little more than a bucolic coastal wayside built atop the bones of an old fishing village.”
What is a portal?
Where did you hear about portals? Oh, it’s on the cover, right. Well in the literal sense a portal is an opening. Something like that might provide someone — or something — access to an otherwise inaccessible place.
About the Author
J. D. Robinson (known elsewhere by his online handle “scamper”) grew up in Northern Virginia, where he was a reclusive nerd. He relocated to Northern California several decades ago when suddently it dawned on him that he was on the wrong coast. A creative director by day, he is preoccupied by all things design. But on nights and weekends he can be found pecking away at his keyboard.
