Raised by his Mothers on the principles of the Goddess, but not one to believe, Ambrosia longs for the day when he can free himself of faith completely. Rituals of invocation, tales of reincarnation, dimensional coalescence, spirits and the astral plane… he never felt or saw anything during these teachings, and certainly nothing that he would consider proof of the lore, which brought him to the logical conclusion that there is truly nothing else out there–merely works of fiction.
Yet all things change when Mona, a family friend he’s never met before, offers to grant his wish and take him far away from there. It’s only after arriving in the strange new place and leaving his one true home behind, that he is made to open his eyes.
Either magic exists and the myths are real, or he’s lost his mind completely.
It all starts with a girl and a dream…
Targeted Age Group:: 18+
What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
It all started with a dream. A dream that soon became an obsession. I had to get it out of my head and onto the page. Things from there started to take on a life of their own.
How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
Each character represents something, and are all part of a larger tapestry. Meaning they are much more than what they first seem.
There in the north, atop a mountain ridge, a
once-great king of the horn overlooks the bloodshed below five peaks—bloodshed for which he is responsible.
Down in the valley turned desert, far below the elevation, a colossal army marches in from the west.
The army of earth and air forces having broken through several barriers to the region now stand at their adversary’s gates.
These wretched-minded soldiers are bent on conquest; they and their enslaved accomplices will not stop until the land is taken, to be claimed in His name. They work together to mirror the enemy and drive them back further towards annihilation.
They, the lionhearted brave, defend their kingdom’s keep with tooth and claw, holding back the horde even as creatures of unfathomable origin gather to surmount the opposition. Their kingdom smoulders
in the ash of an ongoing assault as the fury of hellfire rains down upon them. The fourth wall is about to be breached, as from the east a great horde readies, those
the dead and glorious gone await to be led out across the river Styx, flooded well beyond its borders to touch much of the land and reach the guardian. Even as the gold-plated knights fight to hold the line, a true last line of defense can be seen in the distance as a beast from the sea lies in ruin, its insides spilling over. Surrounded on all sides, her fallen army can now only hope for its queen general to lead them to
their inevitable end.
Above the cries of war, a serpent’s shriek
spreads fear, signalling the approach of doom.
On the cliffside, she approaches: the Lady
adorned in red. She holds open her cloak as she puts a stinger in the air and steps up beside the horned figure dressed for battle. As they gaze upon the wreckage, his eyes do not falter from his
“The stage is set then?” says the battle-sung warrior son.
“As are its figures…they conspire against you,” the Lady answers.
“To make a last stand. They will try to bend the rules to their will, and She will allow it,” he says. “Al Sharatain must not be allowed back into the fold; he must not find her. Neschamali must not be allowed to
“Do not worry, she will not…and he will never again realize her. I will not allow it to come to pass. They are, for now, forever lost, as they forever shall be. You will see, where they allow for a bend to be made, I shall put a full break to the levee. For I am able.”
“Remember that what you do still has consequence—the dark hole becomes ever larger. You cannot allow for this anti-matter to spread any further.”
“I shall go only so far,” she says, clenching her fists.
The king gives an incredulous snort. “And what then of the forsaken? Will he be an ally to the cause?”
“If ever he wants to see she who holds his love again, he will.”
“Then he is a fool…and so a fool who will have his own special part to play in delivering the prophecy. You are prepared to do whatever it takes to secure our measures, I am confident.”
“Of that I can assure you,” she says. “I’ve waited too long for this. The child will come to me, I am certain. She must—my future relies on this.”
“Everyone’s future relies on this. But will she be able to lead them?”
“Yes, I am confident…and we will control her.”
“Good. Then go, and let no one stand in your way.”
“I would die before I’d again see that come to pass.”
“But my dear,” he says, “you are already dead— and a dead heart beats for no longer.”
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