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Fenrir the wolf howls. Bifrost beckons. And Wes answers.
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Book 2 of The Legacy Chronicles
Remember to check out Corpus Christi, book 1 in this gripping series about a reluctant messiah battling against Armageddon.
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The Adult Illusion
My childhood passed me by, a joy, protected beneath an ever-present cloud. I ran everywhere, never walked; scuffed dozens of pairs of shoes, never knew why; always had scabs on my knees and elbows, didn’t care.
The one thing I did know, the awareness that never left me, was that someone watched over me. Not necessarily my parents, though they did their best, but an elusive someone always knew what was going on.
Adults. They were everywhere. They ran things. They knew what the world was all about.
And one day I would join them. Like an ever-promoted soldier, I would rise through the ranks until all answers were revealed to me.
So I waited, secure in the knowledge there was nothing to fear in the future.
Teen years arrived and I broke loose. I didn’t need to worry; the world lay secure in the hands of adults. I could party all I wanted, didn’t need to study – all I had to do was wait for adulthood. I yearned for it with every fiber of my being, searching for any opportunity to test if I had arrived at the golden doors of development, yet perpetually rejected. Much angst was caused during these years as my body became that of a man, and yet I remained ignorant to the answers I knew waited beyond the threshold of maturity.
Finally the day of the great event arrived… and I passed it by without realization. Years elapsed and yet the answers I had sought my entire life never arrived. If anything, more and more questions arrived, bundles and barrowfuls, most of which seemed to contain absolutely no answers.
I trundled on through life, certain I had missed something along the way. Still young enough to ignorantly think perhaps adulthood still beckoned. Maybe it waited until I married.
Yes! Of course, that had to be it.
Marriage came and went, and yet the numbing ignorance remained. Had I missed something again? I looked to my peers, all of whom seemed secure in their lives, and I sought to emulate their confidence lest I be ridiculed for my lack of understanding.
And then I spoke to them. Beyond the bluff and false confidence, it seemed, nobody had a clue. Life was a conundrum, seemingly without answer, and I remained condemned to walk my days stumbling among adults as ignorant as I. So I guess I need to shut up and get over it.
Maybe when I’m middle-aged…..
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The Birth of a New Christ
My life has often taken me to strange places – not just literally, often merely figuratively. Dark, despoiled locales haunted by miscreants and lost souls alike, where hatred is your only brother, a blanket to keep you warm against the chill of a torturous world.
I never intended to write books involving God. My main aim in penning my first tome was to exorcize some of my inner demons, but without intending to, I somehow stumbled onto a deity I had long forgotten.
Is He real?
Ha! Good luck answering that one. I’m not going to fall into that trap, nor am I likely to be found preaching the word of the gospel – far from it. I find the thought of quoting from a two-millennia-old textbook ridiculous. It has some good stories, sure. They’re meant to teach the reader lessons about life, not be used as condemnations against those you hate.
And then I find myself preaching….
THE DARK PATH touched on certain religious aspects, and it got me thinking. Images trickled through my late-night ponderings – usually as I lay in bed trying to sleep – and I found myself wondering what might happen were Christ actually reborn. Would he shoot from the womb spouting philosophy? Or would he be birthed a man, a mere hominid, one with a task of colossal importance awaiting him, and he had to decipher all answers on his own?
I took this concept and played with it – tearing at the edges as I do in order to dirty things up a little.
What if this man was raised in the wrong environment? What if those supposed to nourish and support him instead tortured and bullied him, screaming script from the Bible at him as they whipped his fragile mortal frame? Would he still turn out the epitome of God, or would he morph into something a bit darker?
And that’s how CORPUS CHRISTI began….
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Get Ready for the Second Coming!
PROLOGUE
“HE IS COMING!!!”
The words echoed around the room. A small Indian boy’s eyes flared open and he sat bolt-upright in his bed, his throat raw from the scream. Wrenching aside sweat-drenched sheets, he tried to slow down his thundering heart, which seemed to be sitting at the base of his throat. The intense vision had fled, but the memory lingered, its claws retracting but not fully retreating, and the darkness of the night slithered around young Aadesh like a shroud, escalating his fear.
The dream had begun normally; Aadesh had been playing with friends in the marketplace within his home town of Bhinmal. He’d been sprinting between the timber and canvas fruit stalls, focusing on not tripping on the uneven cobbles or crashing into the multitudes of people, when a tall, azure-eyed stranger had stepped in front of him, halting him with his gaze. The man had kneeled down and talked to him seriously, in the way adults spoke to each other. The scene around them had melted away as the stranger spoke, his rich voice drowning out all other noise, becoming the crux of the young boy’s focus. Aadesh couldn’t remember the features of the man, nor could he recall the words he’d spoken, and as such it was a particularly frustrating dream. But he knew something of vast importance had been imparted to him, and he would need to remember it eventually. For the time being, though, the information was gone, lost in the haze of his memory.
Aadesh’s door burst open and he blinked against the light streaming in, barely making out the features of his father.
“What is wrong, Aadesh?” his father demanded in Hindi. “You were yelling in your sleep.”
“I had a bad dream, Papa.”
His father entered the small room and sat on the edge of the bed, holding Aadesh’s hand comfortingly. “Tell me of it.”
Aadesh shrugged. “I don’t remember.”
“Then it can’t have been too bad, can it?”
“I think it was important. I was told to remember something, but I can’t.”
“If you are meant to know, it will come back in time,” replied his father, smoothing his hair as Aadesh lay back down. “But for now you must get some sleep.”
“Thank you, Papa.”
“It seems your studies are going well, at least,” said his father, rising to leave.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, when you called out, your English was perfect.” His father paused. “But I thought you weren’t to start learning that until next year.”
“We haven’t started, Papa.”
His father stared down at Aadesh quizzically. “That is strange, I could have sworn you yelled out ‘He is coming’ in English before I came in. I must have been mistaken, or perhaps it is just all those American movies you watch. Maybe they’re already corrupting your mind.” He smiled gently.
“I don’t know. I just remember the man in my dreams talking to me, he said it was very important that I remember what he was saying, but I can’t now. Will I be in trouble?” His chest tightened at the prospect.
Aadesh’s father chuckled in the semi-darkness. “It will come back to you when the time is right, my son. If it is truly important, the words are merely waiting within you for the time when they must emerge once more. But for now you need to get some sleep, because tomorrow is another day of school.”
Rolling over, Aadesh groaned, “Yes, Papa.”
His father left the room and Aadesh pulled his blanket up to his chin once more, staring hard into the darkness, attempting to free his mind from worrying about the message. The man had been so persuasive, adamant about the need for Aadesh to remember what he’d been saying, but all the boy could think of were his eyes. They had been like ice, burning coldly within the sockets of the man’s face. But unlike ice they had not seemed devoid of emotion. On the contrary, they had seemed charged, especially when he’d spoken the name.
Name?
What was the name? It was a strange name, a western one like out of the movies his father chastised Aadesh for watching so often, the unfamiliar language generally ignored as the action blasted across their small television.
What had the name been?
It was on the tip of his tongue. So foreign, and yet something that felt comfortable within his mind, as though it bypassed language barriers, becoming much more than merely a moniker.
Chris? No.
Christine? That wasn’t it either.
And then it came to him and Aadesh smiled, knowing he could finally get back to sleep. He rolled over on his side and closed his eyes, breathing deeply and evenly.
The name was Christ.
Corpus Christi is scheduled for release in early 2013. Stay tuned to @LukeRomyn on Twitter for updates.
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Clearing the Cobwebs
It has been a horrendously long time since I wrote anything on these pages, and for that I apologize. I could jump up and down proclaiming my innocence, stating that my time is extremely limited and sapped up by work and editing… and so I will.
I have been working far too much doing jobs I don’t truly enjoy – including nightclub security – in order to survive until my ordeal with the IRS was over.
But you probably don’t know about that… and you almost certainly don’t care, so I won’t bore you with the details… except to say that I now know why everyone in America rants about how awful it is to deal with the Internal Revenue Service… whom I love utterly and hope never get pissed off with me.
My tale is simple in that I found myself in need of an ITIN in order to avoid paying ridiculous amounts of tax to the government of a country I don’t live in. By the way, ITIN stands for Idiot Thumbscrew Idiot Number, or something like that, and yes, I know I said idiot twice.
But I love the IRS. Truly.
Long story short, my ITIN came in and has almost nothing to do with this blog post.
So I find myself back in the saddle of blog writing, brushing off the cobwebs of my brain, and realize I have done almost nothing of note in the months since I last posted. You know, except for dealing with bikers, drug-dealers, drunken psychopaths, and metrosexual shufflers on ecstasy.
Oh, that’s right, I’m about to release my fourth novel.
Editing of SLAVES OF VALHALLA went extremely well, and either I’m getting better at this writing thing or my editor’s getting less finicky with what he picks on me about. Whatever the case, very little had to be cut from my manuscript word count and SLAVES OF VALHALLA will be hitting Kindle and paperback at around 120000 words. That’s a whopping 20000 more words than BEYOND HADES! And trust me when I say there’s no fluffy filler in there, it’s absolute non-stop action for all you adrenaline junkies. You can read more about it here. All I’m waiting for is the proofreaders and then after one last run-through it’ll be ready to format and publish. Pricing was initially going to be around $US4.99 for the Kindle version due to its increased length, but on reconsideration I’m going to match the price of BEYOND HADES at $US3.99. Paperback version prices will unfortunately have to increase, but this is out of my hands due to printing costs. I’m hoping it will be around $US14.99.
Another huge announcement is my signing on with Polzer Publishing in Germany to translate my first four novels into German. This is fantastic news and I’m hoping to hear from more international publishers in the hopes of getting my stories out to more and more people.
Editing on my next series of books has already started. I can’t go into too much detail, but I can say that these will be a follow-on from my highly popular novel: THE DARK PATH. While I say it is a follow-on, Vain will not be the main character in these four books, though he will be making appearances from time to time as his search for Sebastian often coincides with incidents involving the main character. This series will take on the biggest concept I have so far attempted, hence taking up four books, and so far, with two books already written, I feel it may include my greatest writing to date.
Anyway, I apologize again for my blog laxness of late, and hopefully will be able to find a little bit more free time in the near future in order to get on here a bit more often.
Bye for now.
Luke.
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Cover for my upcoming monster, SLAVES OF VALHALLA
Alright, here it is. I should have an excerpt coming in coming weeks, but in the meantime check out the fantastic artwork for SLAVES OF VALHALLA, book 2 in the Prometheus Wars saga. Currently 20,000 words longer than BEYOND HADES, jam-packed with action, and, some might say most importantly of all, Wes is back, along with everything that fans of the first book love so much. I can’t wait to get this one out to you all, it really is an awesome trip.
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The Tragic Loss of a Smile
A man I knew killed himself last week. He and I weren’t close, though I spoke to him often… perhaps not often enough, who knows?
From what I could tell, Zac was a good man, a happy man. He did security where I live, patrolling the streets, often stopping by the club where I work to say hello. My wife worked with a girl he once went out with, and we went around to their home several times while they dated. He laughed often. He smiled a lot. He seemed happy.
A week ago someone asked me if I knew him, and when I said yes, they told me what had happened. Rumors were flying around town due to Facebook posts, but I hadn’t put the two together.
Zac was dead, supposedly by his own hand.
Now, suicide is nothing new to me. I’ve known several men over the years who fell prey to the bitter beast that is depression, and, unable to claw free, ended it all. But this isn’t about them.
This is about Zac.
I did some asking around, and discovered the facts behind the rumors. He had indeed gassed himself as people were saying, but not with his car or oven as everyone suspected. In fact, it was an extremely ingenious way of doing it, but I won’t go into detail. All you need to know is that an incredible amount of planning and dedication went into what happened, and he had backup plans in place in the event that something went wrong. This was not something brought on at the spur of the moment, this was something that he’d researched and planned for months, months where I’d seen him, shaken his hand, laughed with him. He was never morbid or morose from what I could tell, and I’m more perceptive than most.
He seemed happy.
But all the while he was planning to kill himself.
Such a thing astounds me. I can understand to a point where the world seems to collapse in around you and emotion drives a person to do something stupid. But months of planning? Wasn’t there a point where the ability to smile proved stronger than the need for release?
The police found the body. There was no mess, his clothing perfectly folded in the drawers, the garbage taken out, the bench tops wiped down.
The revelation of such news disturbed me at an extremely deep level. If such a thing could happen and those close to him hadn’t noticed, who else is in such a predicament? I instantly went around and checked with those dear to me, ensuring there was nothing bothering them, looking in their eyes for any secret despair. There was none there for me to see, but how can I ever be sure again? All I can do is hope and pray that those I care about reach out before it’s too late, and that I’m strong enough to haul them back from the brink of the abyss.
To those of you out there teetering on such a precipice, know that there’s always a way back. Reach out and ask for help before it’s too late. Life is too precious a gift to throw away, regardless of how deep the pain. Survive until tomorrow, look for the light in each moment instead of focusing on the dark, and know that those around you might not show you how much you mean, but that’s only because it’s so obvious to them that they think you must surely know.
Take care, Zac. I hope you took that smile with you.
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