Finn's Choice

By Darby Karchut

Just when Finn MacCullen thought fate couldn’t kick him any harder after the events of the Festival of the Hunt, it does. Now, he must overcome a series of nearly impossible trials to prove his worth as an apprentice, or lose his place at his master Gideon’s side.

But Finn and Gideon, and their friends, are determined to boot fate right back. They’re going to do whatever it takes to succeed, including teaming up with a sorceress and a certain teen angel. 

However, Finn’s life has as many twists as a Celtic knot, and master and apprentice find themselves in their ancestral homeland of Ireland with only their wits—and a fair bit of the Black Hand’s charm—to protect them from the vengeful Celtic goddess known as the Scáthach.

In this heart-stopping finale of the award-winning series, it’s going to take every scrap of Finn’s Irish luck and pluck to save himself, and his master, from death. Or worse.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Spencer Hill Middle Grade
• Release date: Sep 20, 2016
• ISBN: 9781633920712

Darby Karchut

A boy and horse could outrun all the sadness of this flat world. If the boy believed, and the horse was swift. The sorrel knew he was fast enough to help the boy. He just needed open grassland and a light hand on the reins. He'd show Ol' Mr. Grief his heels. Why, he'd run so fast that the wind would peel that sorrow right off the boy. Like a snake shedding its skin. Leaving it caught in the grass and drying up in the sun. Dust to dust. All the horse needed was a chance. Alex Nash dreams of being a soccer star. Or a graphic artist. Maybe both. But being a cowboy? Nope and no way. Not if it means being anything like his seldom seen father. Then, out of nowhere, tragedy shatters Alex's world, and when he thinks life couldn't sucker-punch him again, it does. He's forced to live with Roberto Nash, a man he barely knows. Or wants to know. Until Alex finds out his dad has bought him a peace offering of a sort, one with a red coat, lightning speed, and a fighting spirit. A spitfire of a horse that just might heal Alex's heart and reunite father and son.

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THE FINAL BOOK IN THE ADVENTURES OF FINN MACCULLEN

FINN’S CHOICE

DARBY KARCHUT

Copyright © 2016 by Darby Karchut

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Finn’s Choice

The Fourth and Final Book of The Adventures of Finn MacCullen

Darby Karchut

To Trish Wooldridge,

Vikki Ciaffone,

and Kate Kaynak,

who so long ago

decided Finn’s fate.

Thank you.

Also by Darby Karchut

The Adventures of Finn MacCullen series

(Spencer Hill Middle Grade, an imprint of Spencer Hill Press)

Finn Finnegan

(2014 IPPY Silver Medal for Juvenile Fiction)

Gideon’s Spear

The Hound at the Gate

The Griffin Series

(Copper Square Studios)

Griffin Rising

(2011 Sharp Writ Young Adult Book of the Year)

Griffin’s Fire

Griffin’s Storm

Non-fiction with Wes Karchut:

Money and Teens: Savvy Money Skills

(2103 EIFLE Book of the Year)

Essential Money Guide: Simple,

Sustainable Personal Finance for Real People

The Song of the Tuatha De Danaan

I am a wind on the sea,

I am a wave of the ocean,

I am the roar of the sea,

I am a bull of seven battles,

I am a hawk on the cliff,

I am a teardrop of sunlight,

I am a gentle herb,

I am a boar enraged,

I am a salmon in a pool,

I am a lake in a plain,

I am the vigor of man,

I am the meaning of poetry,

I am a spear on the attack, pouring forth combat,

I am the god who fires your mind.

Pronunciation of Words and Phrases

Amandán (AH-mon-dan): Goblin-like creatures

Aingeal (ANG-uhl): Angel

Bodhran (bow-rawn): Irish frame drum played with a double-headed stick

Bruja (BREW-ha): Spanish word for witch

Céad mile fáilte (kad MEEL-a FALL-sha): A hundred thousand welcomes

Codladh sumh (CUL-la sovh): Sleep well

Éireann go braugh (ERIN guh braw): Ireland Forever

Fáilte (FALL-sha): Welcome

Faugh a ballagh (FOW-an BALL-ah): Clear the Way!

Gle mhaith (glay moth): Very good

Mo chara (muh karra): My friend

Poc sídhe (poke she): Fey, or fairy, stroke

Scáthach (SKa-ha): Goddess of the ancient Celts who trained heroes and warriors

Sláinte (SLAWN-che): Health

Triquetra: a three-lobbed design used in Celtic art

Tuatha De Danaan (tua day dhanna): An ancient warrior race of mythical beings from Ireland

Prologue

The Journal of Finnegan MacCullen: Sunday, October 13

The problem with being an immortal Celtic warrior—okay, an apprentice immortal Celtic warrior—is that fate has a long time to mess with me. In a bad way. Ol’ fate has sure been having some fun with me lately. In a cat and pet hamster kind of way.

Five months ago, when I turned thirteen and began my apprenticeship, my master Gideon told me (no, wait—make that ordered me) to keep a journal. He said it’s a good way to practice my writing skills. And it’d help me remember everything I was learning. That it would be a record of the twists and turns in the path of my life’s journey. (His words, not mine.) He also said that when I got older, I’d appreciate its magic.

At the time, I didn’t have a clue what he was talking about.

But now I understand. He was right.

Of course, Gideon is right most of the time. Not that I would ever tell him that. Because he’d use it against me, somehow, to do extra chores or more training or something like that. He’s tricky that way.

But, in all fairness, he is right about a lot of things. Maybe because he’s over three hundred years old. Age and wisdom and all that.

To the humans of our hometown, High Springs—about an hour south of Denver—Gideon looks just like your average blue-collar guy in jeans and work boots. He even drives an old pickup truck. Just like I look like an average teen. And we live in an average neighborhood. Just regular, boring folks. Nope, nothing special about us. Nothing to see here. Move along.

Yeah. Right.

Not only are we not average, we’re not quite…human.

Like I said earlier, Gideon and I are immortal Celtic warriors. Well, semi-immortal. We can be killed—it just takes a lot to kill us. We’re what humans would call Fey. The traditional and more correct term is Tuatha De Danaan. The People of Danu. High Springs has several clans of us living here, secretly going about our business of hunting the goblins, known as the Amandán, that live in the foothills west of town. That’s why I’m here with Gideon. To learn how to hunt and finally become a Knight like he is.

Not that anyone could ever be the Knight that Gideon Lir is.

He’s one of the most famous living warriors of our people, and a direct descendent of the legendary blacksmith Gideon Black Hand. The same blacksmith who forged a magical spear thousands of years ago. A weapon capable of finally destroying those goblins for good. A weapon we thought was lost forever.

Except it wasn’t a weapon. It was blood.

My blood.

Because I’m half human, half Fey, my blood is like a poison to those goblins. We found that out last spring. Up until a few weeks ago, we kept it secret. Gideon didn’t want certain people knowing about me. Not until he was sure it was safe. The only ones who knew were our friends. Possibly the best friends anyone could ever have. And as Gideon is always saying: To be sure, fine friends are one of the great gifts of this round world, boyo. Irish accent totally implied.

Like my two of my best friends: Rafe Steel and his twin sister, Savannah, who live across the street. Even though they’re human, Rafe and Savannah, along with their dad and mom, helped me rescue my master from a sorceress who would’ve given a certain wicked witch a run for her money. Good times, good times.

But it’s the Knight, Mac Roth—Mac Roth of a Hundred Battles—who wins the prize for being my master’s and my oldest and closest friend. Gideon calls him a brother by another mother. He’s almost as good a hunter and warrior as Gideon. Even better, Mac Roth is the master of one of my other best friends, Lochlan O’Neill. The two of them have saved our necks more than once. Although, in all fairness, we saved their necks, too. Because that’s what friends do—stand with you when events go south like a flock of geese. With a tailwind, no less. And things sure seem to go south a lot with me, especially at the Festival of the Hunt a few weeks ago.

What started out as a fun weekend of camping, games, and a goblin hunt or two with a bunch of other Tuatha De Danaan turned ugly. This huge pack of Amandán attached our camp. But we were able to defeat them. Barely. One of the main reasons we won was because of the Knight, Kelly O’Shea (she likes to be called Kel) and her apprentice, Tara Butler. Kel O’Shea is one wickedly skilled bowman bowwoman bowperson archer. She’s as good with her bow as Gideon is with a dagger or Mac Roth with a hatchet.

Gideon and Kel O’Shea like each other, but they act like nobody else knows. Except it is so obvious to the rest of us.

And Tara Butler? At first, she and I didn’t get along, mainly because she’s got a worse temper than me. And she and Lochlan can’t stand each other. Me? I don’t know what I think. Tara and I are kind of friends. Sometimes. When she’s not biting my head off. I’ll say this about her: she is fearless.

Anyway, at the Festival, I had to reveal my ability to kill goblins with my blood, which made some of our people furious at Gideon because he didn’t tell them that he had discovered the lost Spear (that would be me.) Long story short: in the middle of everything, this goddess, the Scáthach, found out about me.

Just writing her name gives me the heebie-jeebies.

The Scáthach is one bat-crazy goddess who’s got this history of taking warriors with special powers away to her island for special training. She made this big deal that it was her ancient right to train me, not Gideon.

Why does everything have to happen to me? Why can’t I just have a normal apprenticeship and become a Knight and spend the rest of my long life wiping out goblins with a bronze weapon? Can’t fate just go pick on someone else for a change?

I don’t want to go. I don’t want to leave my friends. I’m happy here. This is my home. A real home. And Gideon is…well… Gideon.

He doesn’t want me to leave, either. He promised me, on Knight’s honor, that he won’t let the Scáthach take me away.

Man, if I could have just one wish…

One

Standing under the large tree in his back yard, Finn MacCullen shivered as he went through his now-daily ritual. The chill of the mid-October dusk burrowed through his fleece into his bones, and set up winter camp in the marrow. Head tilted back, he kept his eyes glued on the branch over his head and the last leaf dangling from it. Abandoned by the others, the leaf seemed determined to hold fast, even as the early evening breeze tugged it this way and that, like a trout caught on a fly fisherman’s line.

A gust swirled his hair, its dark red color a match to the next-door neighbor’s out-of-place-in-Colorado maple tree. Jamming his hands into his jacket pockets, he listened with one ear to the sounds of the neighborhood. A car or two drove past on the quiet cul-desac. Garage doors hummed open. Voices called.

As he listened, he realized he missed the usual dim drone of a television announcer’s voice from Mrs. Martinez’s house next door. She’d always had the volume turned up to accommodate her elderly hearing. A House for Rent—Fully Furnished sign now stood sentinel on her front lawn. Finn remembered that Gideon had seemed saddened to hear she had moved to Albuquerque to live with her son and daughter-in-law. In a note she had left tucked in their front screen, she had thanked Gideon for being a considerate neighbor. She also said she would light a candle for them every week at Mass. To keep you safe from the brujas, she had written. Finn wondered what a bruja was.

Just as the first star popped into view over the mountains west of High Springs, the leaf gave up. With an almost audible sigh of resignation, it let go and drifted downward, landing on the ground next to Finn’s shoe.

Finn tensed. Shoulders hunched, he examined the sky, wishing his master and Knight of the Tuatha De Danaan, Gideon Lir, would get back. Like, right now. He strained to hear the growl of his master’s pickup truck. Stepping back from the tree, he scanned the darkening sky, fighting the sudden desire to run for the back door.

Maybe it was just a metaphor, he thought. Maybe she won’t really appear. I mean, how would she know the exact moment our tree lost its last leaf?

"Because she’s a goddess, that’s how," he muttered under his breath, thinking back to last month when he had first met the Scáthach at the annual gathering of their people:

A dark mass, trailing inky clouds behind like a meteor, plummeted toward them from the sky. It grew larger as it approached, a human-sized falling star.

Just before crashing, the shape slowed over the meadow, a few yards from the edge of the crowd. A grumble, like the sound of drawn-out thunder, emanated from it. It hovered above the grass for a moment, the smoke swirling and twisting, as if dancing with itself. Finn’s jaw dropped when the sooty cloud thickened and transformed into a woman. She stepped down out of mid-air and onto the ground, dusting her hands off.

Clad in dark leggings tucked into boots made of soft leather, she wore a long, belted tunic of emerald green and trimmed with a running Celtic rope design along its hem and flared sleeves. Her hair, a darker auburn than Finn’s, flowed all the way to her waist. Tall and powerfully built, she wore a dagger at one hip and a bow and quiver across her back. A spear was clutched in a tanned hand.

A low rumble, more of a vibration than a sound, booted Finn’s heart into a gallop. Head swiveling like the agitator in a washing machine, he edged toward the back door. The rumbling grew louder, mimicking the roar of blood in his ears. Pausing by the picnic table near the house, he pulled his hunting knife from the belt sheath. Its bronze blade seemed puny. Feeble. Not up to the challenge. Wow. I just described myself.

The wind increased. Ruffling his hair, it rolled down the mountains, skateboarded across the tops of the western foothills, and slammed into the woods crowding the far side of the yard’s back wall. Thick-waisted pines bowed in homage to what, or rather, who, was approaching, while the scrub oaks and the few scattered aspens simply flailed their bare limbs with excitement.

Or terror.

It could go either way.

In Finn’s case, it went the terror route. The muscles in his entire body vibrating like strings on a harp, he tightened his grip around his knife, not sure why he’d drawn it—because using such a weapon against a goddess whose claim to fame was training all the hero warriors of the Celts since the dawn of time was kind of stupid—but still.

On the heels of the wind, a single black cloud raced toward him from the west, growing larger with every second. Leaves swirled around the back yard in a mini-tornado, stinging Finn’s face. He staggered a step, eyes squinted. Heart pummeling the inside of his chest, he watched as the cloud slowed over the far end of the yard. Hovering in mid-air, it coalesced into a woman.

The Scáthach.

Stepping down out of the air, the goddess was armed just as Finn had seen her last, complete with a spear and a bow and quiver slung across her back. Shaking back her hair, she glanced around, curiosity on her tanned face.

Remembering just in time, Finn dropped to one knee and bowed his head, looking down at the dried grass. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched her boots walk closer. His scalp tightened when she stopped in front of him. Not sure if he was supposed to greet her or wait until spoken to, he opted for silence.

MacCullen. The Scáthach’s voice echoed in that cavern-y way that made the hairs on the back of his neck stiffen. Stand before me.

Finn clambered to his feet. For a long minute, the goddess eyed him, starting with his shoes, then moving upward to pause at the gold neckpiece around his throat. Apparently less than impressed by the torc, the ancient symbol that signified a Tuatha De Danaan’s first kill, and that every Knight wore with pride, and every apprentice dreamed of earning, she peered behind him at the house.

Where be the Black Hand?

Just in time, Finn remembered Gideon’s instructions on how to address the goddess. Greetings, Lady. He had to run an errand. But he’ll be back any second, he added hurriedly.

"I will

Reviews for Finn's Choice

[beverlyjean-1 · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

Tell me this isn’t the end. What will I do without Finn and Gideon, the boys that have taught me so much about bravery, friendship, family, and love? I’ve held my breath as they faced danger and even death from the Amandan, yucky creatures that are their enemies. For three years I‘ve followed apprentice Finnegan MacCullen and his mentor Gideon Lir, Knight of the Tuatha De Danaan, through their journey to make Finn a knight. They worked together, fought together, laughed together, and cried together.In FINN’S CHOICE, THE FINAL BOOK IN THE ADVENTURES OF FINN MACCULLEN, by Award-winning Author Darby Karchut, a goddess threatens to separate apprentice and mentor. Gideon makes Finn a promise, however. But will he be able to keep it?This novel is a lovely wrap up to the series. Even though he’s half human and half Fey, Finn’s pretty much like most boys of thirteen. He’s a bit “cheeky” (Gideon’s words.) He’s also a loyal friend and would give his life to save others. And girls confuse him. I love the relationship between Finn and Gideon. It’s more than mentor and apprentice; it’s like father and son. They have their disagreements, sure, but still honor and respect each other. Darby Karchut writes such realistic scenes that they pull the reader into the story so deeply the reader becomes a part of the action, or conversation, along with the characters. The novel also contains a pleasant surprise. Griffin, a Terrae Angeli from The Griffin Series, plays an important role in the story. Meeting Griffin and his mentor Basil, again, brought back old memories of their story. So you know what I’ll be doing this summer? Rereading the Griffin series, along with the Finn MacCullen books. What a way to spent hot summer evenings. If you haven’t read them, you ought to.Once again, Darby Karchut has created a story that’s magical, and real-life, and also shows the importance of making the right choice to reach a goal. I recommend FINN’S CHOICE for MG readers and also for older readers who enjoy a great novel. FINN’S CHOICE would make a great addition to school libraries and classrooms, as well as your own library. This is not the end, for the characters live on in my thoughts. I think they will in yours, as well.

[kmartin802_1 · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

Just when Finn in settling in as Gideon's apprentice after the events told in the previous book, his security could be ripped away from him by the Scathach, a Celtic goddess known for training warriors, who wants to make Finn her next student. If he can't complete four almost impossible tasks, he will have to leave Gideon and go with her.Finn and Gideon need to gather their friends and allies to win the right for him to stay with Gideon. Mac Roth and his apprentice Lochlan are quick to offer help as are Kel O'Shea and her apprentice Tara. They even get help from a witch named Iona of the Hills and a couple of Terrae Angeli - Basil and Griffin. (Yes, the same Griffin from Karchut's YA series.)This story which concludes the Adventures of Finn McCullen has fewer battles with the goblin-like creatures that they usually fight. This story is more about teamwork and working together to outsmart a goddess. The book also spends a lot of time on Finn and Gideon's relationship as they get closer and closer and more like father and son than master and student. I liked the way the three apprentices act like real middle school age kids with teasing and jealousies and friendship. This is a great middle grade adventure series with a lot of heart.

[arthistorychick · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

Finn’s Choice by Darby KarchutBook #4: The Adventures of Finn MacCullenSource: ARC from authorMy Rating: 6 stars (and I use a 5-star system!)My Review: I don’t even know where to start with this read that doesn’t involve loads of bad words and hand waving . . . . . I will try and contain myself since I do want Amazon to publish this review The Scáthach, an ancient being with tremendous power who generally takes whatever and whomever she desires. Gideon’s Spear, aka Finn MacCullen is who the Scáthach wants and she will not be denied. Finn’s blood is powerful and precious and with the skills learned at the Scáthach’s side, she would be virtually indestructible. What the old ones like the Scáthach often no longer understand is human emotion and attachment. Finn is young and has suffered terrible losses in his life as well as bigotry because of his half-blood status. For the first time in his young life, Finn feels wanted, cared for, and settled by Gideon Lir’s side. To be sure, Gideon is a tough teacher but his toughness is tempered with real affection for Finn. To leave Gideon’s home, to abandon his training and his friends is absolutely unthinkable. It is precisely that way of thinking that now has Finn and Gideon on the edge of their respective seats in anticipation of the trials the Scáthach intends to put Finn through in exchange for his freedom. Though Finn only has a few months of training, he has a wealth of practical experience but nothing could have prepared Finn for the demands of the Scáthach. To strengthen her hand, the Scáthach has invoked the right to assign the most ancient of trials, the control of the elements. For his first trial, Finn must demonstrate control over fire. Uh, what?? Fire! Finn has to control fire and he has absolutely no idea how to do that outside of using a lighter. Thankfully, Gideon has a large network of friends and frenemies and with just over a week to get ready, time is of the essence. To make matters far more stressful, Finn and Gideon have to be ridiculously careful that the Scáthach not know they have enlisted help.As you might well expect, things just don’t go smoothly or as planned for Finn and Gideon. Even with the help of trusted (and one not so trusted) friends, the trials are a nightmare that eventually leads the group to Ireland and on the trail of ancient legend that is pretty much a last-ditch effort at saving Finn from the Scáthach’s grasp. Nothing, no matter how wretched and awful that has come before could have prepared Finn for what happens in Ireland. Everything and everyone Finn loves is threatened, the Scáthach is ruthless in her pursuit, and if Finn and his friends don’t find the legendary burnt bones, all will absolutely be lost. The Bottom Line: I truly wish I had the words to adequately describe how much I have loved not only this book but this series. If I were describing this book and the series to friends or strangers, there would absolutely be wildly waving hands, naughty words, and we’re-fairly-certain-she’s-bat-shit-crazy enthusiasm. Karchut has built a world that is steeped in legend and myth, friendship and loyalty, care and concern, and action and adventure. Each element is woven into the story and acted out by the various players rather than being bluntly written. Karchut’s descriptions, her characters, and her worlds are kind and welcoming, drawing the reader in from the very first page and having to forcibly kick us out at the end because we just can’t bear to let go. With that being said, I’m glad this series is ending where it does, at its peak and not five (or more) books from now with a stale and played out cast of characters and horribly contrived plots, schemes, and machinations. Karchut, like any elegant and graceful woman, knows when it’s time to leave the party. Though I am sad to see such wonderful and impactful characters walk out of my life, I know they, like all good friends are only a thought away and can be pulled from my shelf and revisited at any time. I bid you adieu, Finn MacCullen and wish you all the best in your next adventure . . . .