Casting Rights is a story of magic and time travel, from an era of advancement and technology to a dark age of monsters and gods. James Castor seems to find trouble around every corner as he travels across the world in search of someone who might have a clue as to how he might get back to his own time. For reasons unknown to him, the goddess’s bounty hunters are hot on his trail. He witnesses continual oppression along the way, and begins to wonder if he can make a difference in peoples’ lives, but in doing so, he might never be able to get home.
Targeted Age Group:: Teen+
What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
I have a massive universe in my head that I am writing and expanding upon every day. I had always wanted to write a time travel story, but never thought I would be able to because they can be quite “twisty”. I was working on a different plot for this, when sort of a joke, I wanted to see what would happen if I tried to make it a time travel story. It worked, and much more so than the original plot. Things began to fall into place, and I ran with it.
How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
All of my main characters are based around people I know from real life. I use them as a base, then mold their characteristics and personality around the past and situations the character would have experienced.
“Alright, alright,” James said, holding up his hands, and faced them. Maybe he could be a little compliant.
The collector eyed the archer, then nodded to the mage. She held out her hands. Air swirled around her, billowing her clothes, as red energy flowed from her and coalesced into balls of fire above her open palms. The mu’ris’s ears twitched, and he squinted before reaching over his shoulder to nock another arrow in one smooth motion.
“Will you concede, or are you going to force us to kill you?” the collector asked with returned pretension. He seemed tense, though his sword was not raised. “The bounty does state that you are worth more alive.”
James sighed and took a few steps backward. “Look, I have nothing against you, I’m sure you are great at what you do, but I have no intention of—” He stopped short, throwing his left arm in front of his face as the two fireballs sailed toward him. They exploded in front of him, their flames spreading out before him when they slammed into the invisible barrier he had created at the last second.
But not all of the attack had been blocked. He peered over the singed wrappings at the mage. Her hands were still extended from launching the assault. She and her companions stood stunned with a mix of awe and confusion. Their forms shimmered and distorted in the heat of the fire that danced between them.
“Damn it!” he said to himself. He took a deep breath. “She almost got you, there,” He had gotten too cocky and let his guard down.
What was left of the wrappings fell away, revealing the white, mechanical glove beneath that extended halfway up his forearm. It was form-fitting, yet felt bulky. The only visible break in its otherwise seamless metal exterior was a display panel on the underside of the wrist. It was beeping, but James could not spare the time to look.
He dodged an arrow, then another, contorting his body in ways that he would be paying for later, only to be tossed through the air as the ground at his feet exploded from another fireball. He hit the sand hard, getting some in his mouth. He expected another ranged attack and rolled back, but instead, found the collector charging toward him.
“Alright, time to go,” James said. He punched the glove into the sand. A shock wave of energy passed through the air, forming a bubble around him that distorted the world into a wavering blur. He hated having to use the glove. He needed it to get home, but he had no choice if he wanted to be free of these people.
The collector rushed forward, sword extended. James watched the man make contact with the bubble, then warp around it, appearing to divide along its shell before merging together behind James. The man popped out of the other side at a run and came to a skidding halt. He whipped around, plainly bewildered about what had just happened. Before the collector had a chance to figure it out, James stood and raised the glove to touch the top of the bubble. The collector and his companions became hazy and began to ripple until they disappeared altogether.
James examined the glove as the bubble melted away. The device was still in perfect condition. Not a scratch on it. The core degradation meter on the display, however, showed less than half remaining. He would worry about that later. Less jumping around like this might be a good idea, though. For now, he needed to get moving. Wherever he had ended up, it was quickly becoming dark. The damp air was almost too cold after the blistering heat of the desert sun. He stepped off a circle of sand onto the lush, green plants of a jungle floor in search of somewhere else to stay for the night.
This was nothing new. James had encountered plenty of trouble since arriving in this time period. The past few months had been hard, and so many things were different than what he was used to. All he could do was keep moving, traveling from town to town in search of a way home.
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