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. 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.
Magic, spirits and the astral plane…either it all exists or none of it does. Ambro’s choice should be a careful one, a life might just depend on it.
Targeted Age Group:: 18+
What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
Everyone has a story to tell. This is mine. What started as a short tale of a young person discovering who they are, has turned into a sprawling epic that is still being told.
How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
I wanted my characters to be relatable, and to show some diversity. Each have specific personality traits that make them unique, with a list a do's and don'ts based on their moral compass. There are those moments in which they may have to cross the line, depending on the severity of the situation. I myself am at times surprised by the length in which certain individuals will go to, in order to bend the rules in their favour.
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 achievements.
“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 reawaken.”
“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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