The House of Grey: Volume 3

By Collin Earl

Fantasy, friendship, and fate await you in Collin Earl’s The House of Grey, based on the popular audio fiction by the same name.

14-year-old Monson Grey faces the same challenges that any freshman high school kid would: difficult classes, weird teachers, food fights...girls. Except, Monson Grey is not Monson Grey. At least, when he looks at himself in the mirror, the scarred face staring back is not someone he recognizes.

Now he finds himself attending an extraordinary school, the recipient of an incredible scholarship, among ridiculously rich classmates, all with no memory of how he got there or what to expect.

All he has from his former life are the flashes of haunting images that plague his dreams and the echoing voices that he hears, but cannot see.

Luckily, Monson finds fast friendship in two of his classmates, Casey and Artorius. Little does Monson know, they too carry their own skeletons. Yet, as bizarre events start to unfold around them, Monson wonders what secrets lay buried in his mind or if he will ever be able to share his true fears with his newfound friends.

Join our three heroes as they roam the halls of the most prestigious high school in the country, finding love, mystery, and answers to their algebra homework- all while peeling away the layers of Monson’s shadowy past.

Author’s Note: The House of Grey was originally a serialized audio fiction. Volume 3 continues the written adaptation of that story told in a six part series. Individual volumes do not contain the complete story.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Collin Earl
• Release date: May 2, 2012
• ISBN: 9781452475004

Collin Earl

A native of Washington State, Collin grew up NOT liking reading stories or school in general. Girls, sports, and working held much more appeal for the young Collin. He graduated from Moses Lake High School despite lack of regular attendance then journeyed forth towards Boise State in Idaho where he received a B.A. in Social Science. His dream was to practice law with his father and brother; a dream that he pursued vigorously in his undergraduate education. Little did he know that his father would leave the practice of law and his brother would make plans to head to Costa Rica. While these career developments were unexpected, even more unexpected was Collin's growing interest in writing and story telling. After reading several stories (averaging a book a week for almost a whole year), he developed a story idea and started to write.Podcast novels, self publishing, eBooks and writing in general were much like his move to SOUTH DAKOTA (Yes, I said South Dakota); random and totally unexpected. Collin spent a year writing a story with a Roman Gods theme then came to a real and terrible realization: Fantasy fans are brutal. Absolutely brutal! If they like you, man they REALLY like you. If they don>t...well let>s not talk about that. From that moment, Collin spent many hours reworking his first novel, The House of Grey into a story that Fantasy fans (and everyone else hopefully) will enjoy, gleaning ideas from many independent literary sources from Indian folklore to Japanese anime. After graduating from the University of South Dakota Law School, Collin, his smoldering wife, and two beautiful daughters moved down the street from his Producer and co-author Chris Snelgrove in good ol' Colorado. Collin passed the Bar and is currently working as an attorney and vigorously writing fantastical stories for his fans.In 2007, Chris approached Collin Earl with an idea to produce the serialized audio version of a Roman Gods themed novel that Collin had been writing for some time. About a year later, The House of Grey was released and was an instant success on iTunes and Podiobooks.com holding onto a spot in the Top Ten for more than a year straight.After the success of The House of Grey, Chris and Collin collaborated to craft Harmonics starting with the first season: Rise of the Magician. Each wrote different character's perspective in the story and blending their writing styles to create this unique story.Chris has lived in a number of places in this great country called the United States, including Utah, Maryland, Florida, California, and Arizona. He eventually ended up in Colorado almost 20 years ago and currently lives just outside Denver with his beautiful wife and four wonderful boys. He graduated the University of Colorado at Denver with a B.A. in Psychology and currently works as a corporate trainer and business systems analyst for a Fortune 100 insurance company.

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The House of Grey- Volume #

By Collin Earl

Copyright 2012, SilverStone Books

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Table of Contents

A Message from the Author

Chapter 26 – Victory

Chapter 27 – Cursed

Chapter 28 – Turn

Chapter 29 – Correction

Chapter 30 – Marques Grey

Chapter 31 – Reunion

Chapter 32 – Men In Black

Chapter 33 – Confusion

Chapter 34 – Sister

Chapter 35 – Revelation

Chapter 36 – Understanding

Chapter 37 – Heels

Chapter 38 – Christopher Samuel Baroty

The House of Grey Volume 3 –

A Message from the Author

This volume contains one of the very first scenes I though of when I started the House of Grey Podcast. Its one of my favorites, lets see if you can guess what it is!!

Lets get to Volume 3 of the House of Grey.

Collin J. Earl

Chapter 26 – Victory

The locker room was alive with energy.

See, Grey? I told you this would be great!

Artorius, shirtless and covered in dirt and blood, was whooping like a crazy person. Monson smiled at his friend as he started taking off his football gear. Artorius had played like a monster. When one of the starting defensive linemen went down in the second quarter, Arthur Paine got his chance. And boy-did he make the most of it. He was the only freshman to ever play a down of varsity ball in the entire history of Coren-that is, until the third quarter, when Monson entered the game. The homecoming game was supposed to be a pushover. Coren would win handily and the student body could then break for the rest of the weekend’s activities. But the 4A football commissioner of Washington had other plans. He personally reworked the schedule to force the Coren University Legionnaires to take an out-of-league game against the team they faced in the state championship the year before, information that Coach Able, Coach Hawk and Artorius had failed to mention to Monson until he was actually playing.

Chatting interrupted Monson’s thoughts. His name could clearly be heard despite the reverb.

Grey! Grey! Grey! Grey!

Artorius was chanting right along with them. You’re famous Monson! Come on feed into it ever so slightly. Get that public image a pumping!

Monson answered Artorius but he doubted that he could hear him. "I’m the Horum Vir of Coren University and the sole survivor of Baroty Bridge. I’m famous enough, trust me."

Hey everybody! Shut your pie holes! Coach Able screamed over the din. The news is on.

Queen Seven, Seattle’s premium local channel, announced itself via the smooth, even voice of its anchorman, Ron Flowers.

"We’ve breaking news in high school sports. It’s just come in from Coren Valley that the Coren University Legionnaires won their homecoming game, beating the Pasco Bulldogs twenty-eight to twenty-seven. Starting quarterback Damien the Diamond Peterson threw for three hundred and fifty yards with three touchdowns, including the game winner. He also ran for another ninety yards and scored the team’s only rushing touchdown. A stellar performance, even by the Diamond’s standard."

Mary Weathers, his fellow anchor, took up the thread. "What was interesting about this particular win though, Ron, is the young receiver who caught the winning touchdown. Would you believe it was none other than the Coren University Horum Vir, Monson Grey…"

Monson stopped listening, or more accurately, could no longer hear over the din of his teammates.

Monson did catch the winning touchdown. The ball was never supposed to go to him. It should never have been thrown. But on the second to last play of the game, Monson suddenly found himself with the ball in his hands up field and running like his life depended on it. He dodged between defenders, one after another missing tackles and falling behind, and pushed others out of his way. Monson ran smoothly, seemingly guided by some other power. The run came to a head as he maneuvered by the last man, a defense player called a safety. He was the one that Taris had mentioned-the one with the sprained ankle. Monson’s brain switched off as energy coursed through him. Thinking wasn’t important. He just needed to act, and act he did.

Monson followed Taris’ advice to the letter. He ran straight for the safety, watching for him to commit, and then cut right. The thoroughly startled defender tripped over his feet. Monson left the kid in his wake. He sprinted over the goal line and the crowd went wild. Monson’s skin prickled, his fingertips tingled, and his ears rang as he spiked the ball.

The moment had happened not even an hour ago but he was having problems remembering it. Monson finished dressing amid the yells and chatter of his teammates.

Monson thought back to the feeling. It was strange-all of it. Monson played like a super-star, in short bursts finding the strength to do what was necessary for his team. His team. That felt like a foreign concept. They weren’t his team. He didn’t really play football. Yet tonight he did, and based on what he had seen of himself in the highlight reel, for that brief span, Monson had done it well.

I’m telling you, Grey, you’ve got a future in football. We could be doing this sort of thing every day! exclaimed Artorius as he and Monson exited the locker rooms. If you worked on it you could be an amazing wide receiver. I’m just saying.

Monson shrugged. It doesn't interest me. Besides, Casey is the one who should be out there, I just got lucky on that one catch-if the defender had been healthy, it would been a completely different story.

Madison’s hurt? Artorius paused mid-stride. That wasn’t in any of the game reports. On Channel 7 they were saying how great he was. How did you know?

Taris, answered Monson simply, right before the game as we were entering the Battlegrounds. She said to run straight at the defender and cut to the left and he wouldn’t be able to touch me.

Arthur gawked, baffled. He was hurt this entire time? The information wasn’t in any of the official reports, we watched all sorts of film and he looked fine. Now you’re telling me that he was hurt bad enough that he missed a game-winning tackle on a simple cut?

Yep, pretty much.

No way. There had to have been something else going on. Someone spiked his punch or put rocks in his shoe. Something!

Maybe it was the Coren Booster Club-they seem diabolical enough to do something like that.

You’re mocking me.

Was it that obvious?

Well, it wasn’t that obvious-you’re mocking again.

Monson paused before replying. Yes, yes I am.

Grey, why aren’t you taking this more seriously?

"Why are you taking this so seriously?"

Why did Taris only tell you about Madison?

Monson suddenly understood.

Ahh, now I get it.

What’s that supposed to mean?

It means that you’re obsessed with women and should get help.

Artorius scowled. That’s not what I mean. Like, why would she tell you and no one else?

Maybe she was taking pity on me, commented Monson. She knows that I’m not particularly jockey, and being a cheerleader, perhaps it was her strategy to help the school and me save face.

Arthur scratched his head. But what did she get out of it?

Nothing, from what I can see.

Taris and Monson, sitting in the tree, sang Artorius.

Monson rolled his eyes. Yes, you’re right, that’s it. And maybe the livestock of the United States will rise up and revolt against their owners.

Artorius shrugged. "I’ve read Animal House. That’s not totally implausible."

Monson cocked the eyebrow. Animal Farm, dude, the book is called Animal Farm.

Hey there, Mr. Hero-man. Nice run, cooed a female voice.

The girl stopped just in front of Monson and Artorius as they exited the inner chambers of the Battleground; paparazzi weren’t allowed in this area of the building, which allowed the players to walk essentially unmolested to a variety of other lesser-known exits within the compound. The girl standing in front of them was wearing a ball cap pulled low on her face and an oversized Coren University sweatshirt, making it difficult to recognize her. Monson tilted his head in an attempt to get a better look at her face. With a perfectly manicured finger, the girl pushed up the brim of her cap to reveal the brilliant green eyes of Taris Green.

Taris? Monson’s eyebrow, already cocked, shot up even more. What are you doing here?

Taris smiled. I came to congratulate you on your run. That was quite the move you made on Madison! Very impressive, Mr. Grey.

Yeah… thanks for the tip. What do I owe you for the service?

Her face morphed wickedly as she winked, Oh, I’m sure I can think of something.

"See you around, boys. Don’t have too much fun at the after-party."

Artorius gaped at Monson. Dude, she wants you so bad.

Shut up Arthur, retorted Monson, rolling his eyes, and don’t go saying that out loud. That’s how rumors get started.

Monson and Artorius walked in silence into some of the alternative open meeting places of the Battleground. There were all sorts of people around, many more than should have been this long after the completion of the game. What were they all waiting for?

Grey! Arthur!, yelled a familiar voice from a distance. Casey sprinted towards his friends. What’s the good word?

Monson shook his head. Really? Really? That was the best you could come up with?

What did you want me to say?

Monson opened his mouth to answer, but couldn’t think of a reply.

He was saved the trouble of commenting as Indigo and a group of her friends drew near. Nice catch, Hero-man. Say, can I get you to sign my bra?

Monson choked on his water. Excuse me?

Indigo touched Monson’s face with one long finger. You know!I Isn’t that what all the superstars do for their adoring public?

Casey was the one to answer, "If you’re the representative of Monson’s adoring fan base, Indigo, then I say that Monson should retire immediately. Oh, and so you know, that little joke might have been clever if there was actually something sign-able…but I don’t think there’s enough room on that training bra of yours."

Arthur scowled while Monson tried to stifle a laugh, and the girls around Indigo hissed. Indigo glared angrily as she snapped, :I will have you know that most boys think I have a tremendous figure-

A touch on her shoulder made Indigo stop talking instantly. I think, said Cyann in a whisper, that you are going to want to stop talking now.

Casey and Artorius jumped, physically taking a step back as Cyann came out of the shadows.

Holy crap! Casey bellowed. What are you, a freaking ninja? Stop appearing out of nowhere-you’re going to give a man a heart attack.

The older Harrison, who incidentally was wearing a ball cap similar to the one Monson and Artorius saw Taris wearing just moments ago, squeezed her sister’s right side with a surprisingly firm pressure.

Indigo’s scowl deepened; Cyann didn’t seem to notice.

Monson. Cyann nodded in his direction. Monson, who had been watching the exchange with more than a little amusement, found Cyann’s iceblue eyes on him as she spoke to him softly.

Cyann did not look away, but studied him as if he were a rat in a trap. It was as if she was looking for something and unsure as to what she was actually seeing. It made Monson self-conscious.

The silence became uncomfortably long before Cyann finally spoke . It was fun to watch you play. Nicely done, especially that last run. Monson attempted a smile, but found her gaze rather stifling and so instead he managed a: yeah, but I hope I won’t have to do it again.

How do you feel?

Monson cocked the eyebrow. I…feel fine. Why?

Just fine?

Yeah.

That’s good.

Um...OK.

Cyann’s dark hair fell in curtains, which, coupled with her deep blue eyes, created a quite striking effect. The sight conjured in Monson the image of icy blue light from behind a waterfall. Then Cyann’s face sagged and she finally looked away.

Well…congratulations.

Abruptly she left, leading Indigo by the arm, not giving Monson the chance to answer.

She is a unique one, said Casey as he watched them leave.

That she is, agreed Monson.

A beauty if I’ve ever seen one, though, added Artorius.

Casey laughed. That might mean something coming from someone else, but you say that about most girls.

Artorius sneered. I do not. I will have you know that I am very picky when it comes to women.

Casey’s laughter turned from chuckle to I’m-having-a-hard-time-breathing laughter.

It’s true! yelled Artorius, I wouldn’t date just….

Monson stopped listening to Casey and Artorius, their argument quickly increasing in decibels, opting instead to watch Cyann retreat with her sister. She certainly was a strange one.

You never cease to amaze me, you know that?

This time Monson felt a hand on his shoulder and an accompanying squeeze. Damion Peterson had pulled a Cyann and appeared out of nowhere.

Monson turned to face the Diamond. What do you mean?

Damion nodded in the direction of Cyann. "I mean that you’re amazing. Think about it, you beat me at the Horum Vir competition, you take bullying in stride, you get both Taris Green and Cyann Harrison-the two most popular girls in school-to talk to you, and then you go and catch the winning ball in one of our biggest games of the year. You do realize that you playing in tonight’s football game was supposed to be ceremonial at best, right? A publicity stunt? You weren’t actually supposed to do anything; just run a couple of routes for the cameras and sit back down."

"And whose fault is that? You weren’t supposed to throw it to me. And as far as amazing anyone, you’re one to talk, said Monson, going from an unknown to a celebrity within a couple of years. Where did you hide all that talent for all that time?"

This comment seemed to surprise Damion. I see. You’ve done some checking up on me.

Checking up on you? Monson laughed. All I have to do is watch Monday morning talk shows. You’re a common topic.

The price of stardom.

Funny, I would say that freedom is the price of stardom.

Damion’s expression became thoughtful. Now there is an interesting sentiment.

Why do you say that?

Damion rubbed at the stubble on his chin. No reason in particular. It’s just that you’re famous, right? Maybe not as famous as me or Taris or some of the other big hitters here at Coren, but you’re up there.

Monson nodded. It was true. He was famous to an extent, as much as he didn’t want to admit or think about it.

"I’m sensing a point somewhere in there, Mr.