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Tuesday, May 28, 2013

Blog Tour: Triad Awakening by Michael Grigsby!

Title: Triad Awakening
Author: Michael Grigsby
Genre: Horror
Release Date: March 5, 2013
Tour Organizer: B3 Tours

Synopsis:Sixteen-year-old Hagan Curtis's life is a total mess-alcoholic single father, recently
deceased brother (Robin), and social invisibility-until an eerie encounter with a trio
of ghostly sisters reveals he is part of the Triad. Armed with newfound battle skills
and wielding his amazing split-staff, Hagan plunges headlong into training. But soon
he discovers that membership in the Triad can be lethal as Spectrals, Necropeds, and
Feeders from other realms show just how bloodthirsty they can be. As his team plummets
deeper into their first mission, Hagan learns that his brother’s death resulted from Robin’s
knowledge of the Triad, and those closest to him are keeping dark secrets. Will Hagan
survive the terrifying mission to finally untangle the mystery of Robin’s death?
Triad ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​Awakening is​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​ the first book in the Triad Trilogy. The Young Adult Horror/Fantasy
is Michael Grigsby's debut novel.




Seems I've always loved to read. Growing up in rural Kentucky, the highlight of my 
summers was when the bookmobile delivered new books to my house each week. During 
the school year, I spent hours at the public library devouring horror and suspense novels.
As an adult, I've taught Language Arts for fifteen years. Reading and writing with my 
students has inspired me to finally write my own books. I love opening the door to a 
world I create and seeing what a spine-tingling events unfold!
In my spare time I enjoy spending time with my wife and three children. I also read (of 
course) and watch horror movies. My obsession with all things scary led me to write the 
Triad Trilogy. I hope you enjoy reading my books as much as I have writing them for 


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An hour and a half later, our trio is sitting on the Knoll, eating lunch.  The 
Knoll is a small hill above the football field.  We’ve eaten there every sunny day since 
our freshman year.  Although many students eat outside, the Knoll is basically our 
territory.   I am absently shoving grapes in my mouth.  Naomi has her head leaned back 
on Charles’s lap as he munches on a peanut butter sandwich.   I’m not surprised by our 
eating arrangement.  It’s pretty typical.

Charles is flirtatious by nature.  He can effortlessly wink, touch, and giggle in a 
way that girls really respond to, including Naomi.  The two always seem to be finding an 
excuse to touch one another; be it a playful punch or a piggyback ride across the parking 
lot after a game.  I glance over to see Charles lightly playing with Omi’s hair.  For some 
reason, this totally irritates me.  Maybe it’s my lack of sleep.  Or maybe it’s something 
else.  Something I’m not ready to think about yet. I’m rescued from my musings by the 
top of a dandelion hitting my forehead with a ‘plop’. 

“Wake up, sunshine,” Charles snips.  “What’s with you today?’

“Nothing.  Just thinking that it will be summer in just nine weeks.”

Naomi rises up from Charles’s lap and props herself up on one elbow.  I don’t 
mind admitting I’m more than a little relieved that she’s ended their hair-stroking session. 

“Now there’s a great thought,” she says cheerfully.  “What are we gonna do this 
summer, guys?”  

“Dunno,” I respond.  “Maybe we could get jobs somewhere.  I heard the movie 
theater hires high school kids.  That could be fun.” 

Charles pipes in.  “Hmm…free popcorn and ticket tearing.  I think I could get on 
board with a summer of that.  Of course, you know my days are spent at the mercy of 
Coach Riley.”

“No amount of summer practice could help your team,” teases Naomi, playfully 
pushing Charles’s broad shoulder.  “What a bunch of losers!”  

Again, they’re touching.  Why is this bothering me so much today?  I’m really 
pissed about it.  To snap myself out of my mood, I join Omi and punch Charles’s other 

“Really!” I joke.  Charles retaliates by reaching over and twisting my right nipple.  
I let out a little yelp and flick him on the crown of his head.  

“And as for you…” he says looking at Naomi mischievously, “SANDWICH 
BOMB!”  He tosses the remains of his peanut butter sandwich, striking her on the leg.  
It falls to the grass, leaving a tiny peanut butter streak on Naomi’s jeans.  She gasps in 
faked indignation and rises to her feet. Naomi turns and snatches up her belongings in an 
overdramatic fashion and stomps down the Knoll.  She whips her head around and raises 
her left eyebrow.

“I’ll leave you boys to stew in your own testosterone!  I’m headed to fourth.”  
And with that, she’s gone.  As she walks away, I watch her ponytail, swaying from 
side to side, catching glints of sunlight in its loose curls.  I can’t help but notice that the 
sway of her hips matches that of her hair, forming a perfect rhythm.  Ashamed, I turn 
away, just in time to see that Charles is watching her, too.  I swear to God, his pupils are 
swinging side to side with Omi’s steps.  He glances my way and his eyes meet mine.  He 
quickly diverts them to the grass beneath us. 

“So,” he stammers awkwardly, “working at the movies this summer?  Sounds like 
a good plan.”

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