Clayton is an interesting man with an even more interesting gift: the ability to talk to ghosts. But life wasn’t always so strange for Clay. After his older brother dies while saving him from drowning beneath the broken ice, twelve-year-old Clayton York awakens to discover he can communicate with his brother’s spirit. His unique relationship with his ghost brother is a strange source of comfort to him as he grows up and learns to hone his gift. His supernatural ability to see earthbound spirits makes life difficult, but living with them can be a real trial. Along with the unusual group of wise-cracking friends he now lives with in Las Vegas, Nevada, Clay must unravel a peculiar string of violent behavior and murders involving the occult. Can they figure out how to stop demons from destroying the world as they know it? Racing against the clock to save humanity, Clay follows a path of self-discovery as he finds out what having true Faith really means. Clayton is drawn into an unlikely alliance with non-corporeal friends, spirits, angels, and priests destined to fight the powers of darkness before all hell breaks loose.
Targeted Age Group:: Teen on up
What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
This was my first book to reach publication, and as writing a novel has been a lifelong dream, to finally see it come to fruition is almost surreal.
When my father past, shortly before my son was born, a lot of my thoughts drifted towards our afterlife. While my heart was broken that I would never walk down the isle on my fathers arm, or get to see the joy in his face when he held his first grandchild, or even feel his pride at witnessing my achievements throughout my life; I found unfathomable comfort in my certainty that this was not goodbye, but that one day I would be able to feel his love again.
That wasn’t where my thought ended however. I began to think about the other aspects of what happens “on the other side of life”.
Stories, photos and videos of ghosts, demons and angels, seemed to keep my curious thoughts busy, and eventually my mind even wondered to other aspects of the unknown.
I have been an above average avid reader since the moment I learned to read, and have spent a lifetime nurturing my creative passions. My brain never seems to ever stop contemplating my next project or next creative outlet; I have always been an very out-of-the-box thinker.
One night, when I couldn’t sleep,(which incidentally is when I usually get my best ideas) I began to imagine how things actually might work; how this other world that we are not privy to, moves and interacts with us.
I thought about how prayers worked; how that religions, no matter how different they are from each other, all share one thing… they ALL are based on Faith. Whether it’s Faith in God, Faith in Buddha, Faith in the universe or Karma or even just Faith in ourselves, our friends and our family… without it, we wouldn’t be able to accomplish what we do. I even thought about creation itself and the timelines history presents us with.
An idea began to form and take shape in my mind that night and before I ever went to sleep I had completely designed and constructed the basic storyline and characters in my head. I began writing the outline the next morning.
I wanted to create something different that other stories, a book where you wouldn’t assume the ending as soon as you started. Something unique.
My favorite genre to read has always been anything that takes me away from the every day life that surrounds us. I have found immense joy and pleasure over the years, losing myself in stories about magic, and legends, and creatures derived from imaginations.
I wished to write a story that not only would grab the readers attention from the very beginning and keep them intently turning pages, their minds filled with curiosity about the mystery unfolding, but would also make them fall in love with the characters, and even possibly find strength in their own Faith just as Clayton finds power in his own growing Faith.
The story is completely fictional and made up, but as I worked, I really truly felt guided.
Genesis is product of each of these things… where I was in my life, the loss of my father, birth of my son, my deepest soul searching thoughts, my Faith, and an unbelievably creative mind.
How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
When I began to first imagine the story of Genesis, there were certain characters that instantly formed. Clayton, the MC, was immediately perceived as a good man with a strong moral core. Even though my story is fantasy, I wanted the characters to be real. They needed to have layers, and their relationships with each other needed to have roots. If readers can't relate, then they will have a difficult time connecting to the story.
Clayton's ghost brother Wayne is a very important character. To begin with, I wanted to show honor to my father by naming him Wayne. Similarly to how, although my own father who has since passed, he still remains with me; Wayne is still Clayton’s strongest support. He, in a way, represents all that is good about Clayton's upbringing and true self.
Genesis can be, in certain parts of the story, intense or even very dark. Especially when the demons enter the picture. To lighten the mood and provide the comic-relief, Gage Hunter or Buzz as he's called, and Billy Craig, or Tex, are both ghosts that live with Clayton and Wayne. He's sort of picked them up along the way. They have a very "special" way of interacting with Clayton and prove to be a vital part of the story. Each of these characters have a real understanding and love for each other, and they share a rich history. Although they are very fictional, I think I based a lot of their personality aspects on people in my life and characteristics that I find admirable in those I love.
There are a few other important people in Clayton's life, but the most intriguing actually may be a character that mysteriously appears part of the way through the book. Her appearance is actually vital to the story and out of all the characters that appear, she will cause the most curiosity. I love that she is the only female character because, without giving away too much of who she is an why she is there, she is the unspoken heroin. She shows that a women, no matter how small, can have a huge impact on the world.
The best thing about my characters I believe though, is their relationship with each other. There is something very magical in how they interact and live with each other. I fell in love with them as they were written.
An exert from the Preface. (Flashback, approximately 20 years ago.)
…He could see the other kids running out towards the ice break but paid them no mind. He wasted no time before plunging back beneath the darkness of the surface. If he couldn’t locate Clay anywhere near the hole, then the only place left to search was beneath the still solid ice shelf. He could feel his muscles beginning to seize as stiffness set in. If it was this bad for him, he couldn’t imagine what Clay must be experiencing! Where was he? He had to find him. Wayne’s lungs were on fire. He needed air, but there was no way he could afford to stop now or he might not have the strength to return. His little brother was still under here, and he wasn’t coming up without him.
Just as he was about to be forced back up for more air, Wayne felt the most wonderful thing he had ever touched in his life! His fingertips had brushed a piece of cloth that could only belong to his brother. Without hesitation, he moved further under the existing ice shelf and grabbed a handful of Clayton’s jacket as his reward. With the last of his strength, he kicked against the ice and used the momentum of his body to shove Clayton’s unconscious form back towards the opening that was located directly behind him.
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The sound of voices seemed to be coming from far away, muffled as if on the other side of a wall. Clayton could hear them but struggled to stay in the warm dry comfortable place where he rested. The effort of trying to focus on what was happening around him, or where he was, was just too exhausting. The temptation to float back down into unconsciousness was too intense to ignore. He felt himself slipping back into the warm dreamless world where he could be content again. Then he heard Wayne’s voice. At first, it was difficult to make out what he was saying, but as he focused on the familiarity of the voice, it soon became clearer.
“Clay! Hey, Clay.” He stopped talking for a moment. “Wake up, Little Dude.” Clay smiled at the pet name he had been answering to nearly his whole life. “I know you can hear me. Come on man; open your eyes.”
Clayton’s eyes fluttered open for a moment, but the brightness of the room was painful, and he shut them again immediately.
“Oh, he opened his eyes, John.” He could hear his mother’s voice now. Then his dad’s faint voice penetrated his foggy brain as he listened to the urgent sounding but somewhat muffled words, “Nurse! My son may be waking up. Can you get the doctor please?”
The quiet restful void he kept trying to reclaim slowly disappeared as the sound of footsteps and muffled voices filled the room. Then he felt a soothing hand on his head, and when she spoke again, his mom was right by his side leaning down towards him.
When Clayton opened his eyes and blinked again, the world came into focus. He could see his mother’s face. It was obvious she had been crying. He could tell because her nose was red and her eyes were all swollen and puffy. She looked really tired as well…happy, but tired. Clay smiled at his mother and then again at his dad who was moving backwards to allow the doctor access to the bed where he rested. When the doctor spoke, it was in a calm but deep voice, “Clayton, how are you feeling young man?”
When he tried to talk, his voice broke, so he cleared his throat and tried again.
“I’m okay,” was all he could manage to say. His throat was sore and felt raw. The doctor picked up a cup with a straw and held it so that he could take a sip. It felt so good to swallow the soothing water.
“Good, I’m glad to hear it,” said the doctor as he smiled comfortingly at Clay. “I just want you to relax while I check you out. This won’t take long.”
Clay looked toward his mother again, and she took his right hand in hers and nodded with a reassuring smile.
The doctor asked him a series of questions as he listened to Clay’s heartbeat and checked his pulse. After looking into his eyes and ears with a small light, the doctor proceeded to check his reflexes as he explained to Clay why he was in the hospital. Most surprisingly was finding out he had been in a coma for over a week! Clay couldn’t remember any of the time he had spent while unconscious, and the more he struggled to remember, the more disoriented he felt. As the doctor was preparing to leave, he announced that he would have the nurse bring something to help Clay sleep so his body could continue to heal.
After he was alone with his parents, he looked around for Wayne. He didn’t see him anywhere. Just as he opened his mouth to ask about his whereabouts, his dad told him that they needed to talk. His mom was the first to speak up. “Clay baby, we are so unbelievably happy you are okay.” She kissed his head, then his hand, and held it close to her heart. Clay knew something was wrong before anyone said anything else. He looked back and forth between his mom and his dad. Something was definitely not right. “What’s wrong, Mom?” When she let out a choked sound and a new stream of tears began to fall, he felt a stirring of panic. His heart began to race. He looked towards his dad for reassurance, but found none.
“Son,” his dad began with a thick scratchy voice, “we want you to know…” He cleared his throat, and then tried again. “We love you so much. We want you to know that.”
“Dad, where’s Wayne?” asked Clay as he looked around the room in search of the brother whose voice he was sure he had heard earlier.
John looked at his youngest child, and he didn’t try to stop the words as they just came rushing out, “Son, Wayne is gone.”
The words didn’t appear to register with Clay, so he tried again. “You told the doctor that you remember falling through the ice.” When Clay nodded, he continued. “Well, Wayne was very brave, and well… he is our hero because he saved you.” John swallowed hard. “He was able to find you and push you back to the hole. One of the other kids pulled you out. But son, your brother didn’t make it back out with you.”
His mother broke down into tears. Clay could feel tears welling up in his own eyes, and they began to spill onto his face.
His dad blinked rapidly, trying to control his own emotions as he continued, “He loved you so very, very much. He would have done anything for you, Clay.”
“I do love you, Little Dude,” said a voice nearby. Clay stopped crying and looked around the room with newfound hope in his eyes. That voice was unmistakable. “Clay? Did you really just hear me?” said the voice again.
“Wayne?” Clay struggled to turn around so he could find the brother that he knew had to be hiding just out of sight, but his mom stopped him.
“Clay,” his mom looked a little confused, “are you okay?”
“I heard Wayne talking,” he said.
After a short uncomfortable silence, his mom spoke, “No baby, I think you are just tired. You need to rest. Wayne isn’t here anymore sweetheart.” His dad stepped away from the bed and said he would go find out when the nurse was coming with meds.
As the door closed behind his dad, Clay turned back toward his mom and froze. He didn’t know what to say or do. Standing now, just behind his mother’s right shoulder, was Wayne. Plain as day. He was right there in the room with them grinning from ear to ear. When Clay saw his mother wasn’t looking, he started to say something. However, before he could speak, Wayne put his finger to his lips and made a shushing sound.
“They can’t see me, Clay, or hear me. So don’t say anything. It’s okay.” Wayne smiled again with his old familiar grin, and somehow it calmed him. “I know you’re confused, but trust me, it’s going to be fine.”
A nurse came into the room with his dad, and Clay watched as his father stepped aside to let her do her job. It took only a moment for the nurse to insert a syringe filled with something clear into the tube connecting the bag suspended above his bed to the needle in his hand. The nurse showed him how to call for help in case he needed anything, and before leaving, she promised that when he woke up they would bring him something to eat.
Clay could feel the medicine beginning to do its job, and his eyelids started to get heavy. His mom kissed his head, and his dad did the same. “Get some sleep baby. We’ll be here when you wake up,” she said.
The last thing Clay heard before he succumbed to sleep was Wayne’s voice saying, “Don’t worry Little Dude, so will I.”
An excerpt from Chapter 7, Our first viewing of the ever gathering demons.
…Below them, deep in the ravine of a lost and forgotten canyon within the Rocky Mountains, the largest gathering of demons on Earth since Biblical times was amassing. From high above the conclave, the vile creatures resembled a swarming mass of black hornets, each seemingly more hideous than the last. The putrid smell of sulfur clinging to the rocks was sickening. Each demon was different in its own way, but they all shared the same basic characteristics. Their rough cracked skin was that of worn dried leather, almost scaly in texture or, at times even resembling an exoskeleton. Bent gnarled wings jutted out of their spines like the twisted branches of a dead tree. Rows of razor sharp, yellowed teeth protruded brutally from their mouths, and pointed talons that looked like knives, extended from gnarled boney fingers. They all had cold, malicious, deep set eyes that exuded pure evil and would cause any average person to turn away or faint in sheer terror.
As the number of demons gathering reached its peak, one of the largest of the foul creatures flew to the top of what was left of a bolder and spread his twisted wings wide, casting a massive shadow over those below him. Immediately, the noise of the mass of repulsive voices settled, and each creature grew still in order to listen. The only sound left was an occasional clicking noise that was not unlike beetles climbing and crawling over each other.
“We are free!” When the one standing above them, the one they called Dominus, first spoke, a deafening roar exploded throughout the crowd that had gathered. Once it had settled down enough, he continued. “My friends, we have waited longer than any man on this earth could possibly comprehend. Now is our time.” More cheering resumed. “To those of you who have just recently joined us, we welcome you. Today each of you has been given an assignment. It is imperative that you see it implemented. In each city, we have already placed a Fixer. Your job is simple. Find your target and lead them to the Fixer. If we work swiftly, there will be no one to stop us; there will be no one to send us back, and there will be no way to undo the chaos that we will bring. At long last… WE. WILL. WIN!” Another burst of cries rose from the crowd. “Lucifer is Lord.”
“LUCIFER IS LORD!” The cacophony of the outburst echoing throughout the canyon was so extreme, that even the three hidden Heavenly beings observing, flinched in silence. They had acquired the information they had been sent to obtain. Without waiting another moment, in the blink of an eye, Miles, Bellator, and Militus disappeared without a sound.
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