Wednesday, August 12, 2015

Shadow Master

My latest book will be finish in a week so check out its excerp now.

When age of darkness fell upon the world, and wonder went out of the minds of men; when all the cities decayed to smoky ruins and the tall towers became grim and ugly, in whose shadow none might dream of the sun or of the moon, only one walked amidst the walls of the fallen people.

Horrible beyond conception was the change which had taken place in the vast expanse of the universe, as if the sun had lost its lustrous glow, and the fiery heat could not penetrate through the cold darkness.

Long ago, in a place where there was no darkness, there was what you call magic. A world that was once known, now had been forbidden; forgotten and all together lost forever from humanity; disappeared off the face of the earth.

Two souls made of one, divided by time, and reunited within their dreams. Worlds stand between them now, but fate is their guiding light, one glance bound them, one touch empowered them. Now, they have no choice but to finish the war they started lifetimes before...or they will lose it all.

The chance of being alone in the coldness of the dark void seemed more of a bearable risk than a life with her spirit in certain and utter despair, and though she made her entrance into this dark, dismal world, it glowed with no fire, no warmth to be found. So the dream Whisper had vanished, but the aura of the dream tainted her senses, an odor, a taste, an invisible color staining the darkness of her world.

Life goes on.

Along with the sentence “This too shall pass,” the line above is simultaneously the most pessimistic formulation of the way the universe works, and the most optimistic one. On the one hand, “Life goes on” indicates that we are capable of picking ourselves up after any tragedy and continuing with some kind of meaningful and useful existence, no matter how damaged we might be from our experiences.

There’s always tomorrow for dreams to come true.

On the other hand.

“Life goes on” does seem in our blackest hours to imply one dreary, torturous day after another, with no surcease till death, and an uncaring response from a heartless creation.

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