“There is no such thing as magic.” That’s what the mysterious stranger named Cassandra tells Bobby after helping him narrowly escape from the small army of secret agents who surround his house. What follows is an amazing adventure – from indoor forests to vast archives, from a labyrinth of jade mines to the dark recesses of a bear’s lair. Along the way, Bobby will learn that, while there may be no such thing as magic, there is powerful energy within us all. In fact, the entire universe is connected by energy – and he has the rare ability to control it.
Join Bobby and his best friend Jinx as they avoid school bullies, a suspected assassin, and meta-human henchmen alike to unravel the many mysteries of the Academy – the ancient and enigmatic monastery in Tibet where kids with extraordinary potential are sent to study. But is the Academy truly what it claims to be?
Scott Boyer grew up in Santa Monica, CA and still resides in the Los Angeles area. Graduating from the Haas School of Business at UC Berkeley in 1996, he started writing the Bobby Ether series with the goal of blending YA fantasy with spiritual fiction.
Nowadays, Scott splits his time between managing an insurance brokerage, playing with his Shepherd-mix rescue dog, Patch, and writing.
More information about R Scott Boyer, as well as information about his upcoming books can be found on his website at RScottboyer.com
I started with a basketball scene because it's a subject I know a lot about. I played basketball for twenty-five years, including a few years in high school, and a single year in college.
I was also a volunteer kids coach for about eight years, which helped me with the role of Coach Mitchell – knowing the kinds of plays he would draw up and things he would say.
Bobby Ether and the Academy (Volume 1)
It was a play designed for him, that much was obvious, but the blaring lights and raucous fans made it difficult for Bobby to focus on the details. Not that it mattered. With no way to advance the ball, his team would have to go the entire length of the court to score. The Crows were big, brutal, and well coached. There was no way they’d let that happen.