The Beyond for Vannis

The final short story (for now!) for Arcana and Reaume: The Beyond for Vannis

When the valley Torrke goes supernova, three men die. One of those is Vannis Valla, but death is never an ending.

This is Vannis’ Afterlife; where does he reopen his eyes in his Beyond?

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Eternal Night

The man stands uncertain before the precipice. He cannot trust, cannot take that leap of faith. It is dark below, black as eternal night, and he is afraid of what lies in those depths. She steps up to him, in the end the only one who truly knows, and takes his hand. His fingers are cold, deadly cold. Grey eyes, blue eyes.

Lowen’s vision, fourteen years after the Enchanter entered that other invisible realm

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The Kallanon Scales – New Cover!

A glorious new cover and an internal edit also – viola! the all new The Kallanon Scales!

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An ancient map points the way

An ancient map, a strange prophecy, and anyone who dares speak of it, dies.

A new enemy enters the Valla arena, but this one is as old as time and seeks a forbidden place. An ancient map points the way. Sorcery and technology work together to contain a creature created of time and fire.

The terrible secret of the source of Valla power is uncovered and, as friends and family are murdered, Torrullin reveals the truth about the Valla Dragon, a secret about greed from the era of Nemisin. Hurting after Saska abandons him, Torrullin hurtles into battle when his twin sons are kidnapped, and takes with him into danger a pilot, a navigator and an innocent girl – they are the Dalrish seeking escape from Xen III.

Another truth rears up, the tale of the Nine who fled into the Forbidden Zone with a strange taliesman in the shape of a dragon.

“There are dragons in my future,” Torrullin once tells Quilla of the Q’lin’la … and that future is now.

Quilla knows who the fire creatures are; the Q’lin’la fled them in ancient time. They are the Kallanon, the Glittering Darkness.

War erupts on a world no more than a circle on an ancient map, a world hidden in the time of the Nine. There Torrullin discovers who his sons really are, Taranis confronts his inner demons, Bartholamu of the Siric faces his arch-nemesis, Q’lin’la and Kallanon are thrown into the same melting pot, an ancient emperor speaks again, the new Lady of Life is born, the Dalrish have a profound effect on Torrullin, and Vannis seeks revenge.

The Kallanon Scales is an epic journey into the realms of time and legend, and forever alters the future.

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Legend of the Sleeper

I had a vision, a little boy listening to his father tell him of the One, Torrullin was his name, the father said, the Immortal who lived long ago and brought hope and joy and peace, and would one day return when he was needed …

Caballa’s words to the Enchanter before the destruction of Torrke

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Take His Hand

Peace of the soul you may never find, Rayne, or, in finding it, find yourself unable to hold it close for long, but know you will never be alone, even when it seems that way, for your blood will take many forms, now, and far into the future. Some will cause pain and sorrow, while others will give you reason not only to live, but to hope. I speak in riddles, I know, but you will know whereof I speak when the time is right. You will forget now, but many tomorrows past my words will return to you. Trust this, reach out to him, take his hand, for he will make you whole and he will return to you the essence of the other; he whose loss you will know to the end of days.

Mantra’s cryptic words to Rayne, he would become The Enchanter

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Mother Universe

Each and every tale, new and old, forgotten and hazily remembered, begins and ends with something greater than the tale itself. Every tale, for words cannot stand alone for long …

This little epic, my friends, is no different.

To begin something as encompassing as The Valla’s tales may turn out to be, one needs to begin with the spectacular concept in which all life resides.

The Universe.

Lifegiver and Life-bearer, one may only equate such vastness to a woman. She is already eternally ancient, older than all time, yet she is younger than a babe in the womb. She is moody, volatile, quiet and serene; she nurtures and succours, and is also truly unpredictable and extremely dangerous.

Lo, she destroys as easily as she creates … however, let it be known, this is neither an evil nor a good deed. This is fact and she simply is. There is within her no frenzy or action that is willfully conceived, nor is there whim, punishment or fantasy; she has no personal agenda.

Parts of her are known to many, other areas will become known  in the fullness of time, while the enormous majority of her intricate spaces may never be discovered … much less understood. Hidden behind the veils of impassibility, those infinite regions will only ever be guessed at, speculated upon, perhaps scientifically calculated … and will there be a certainty in existence to prove the validity of the science?

The Universe is mother, sister, daughter, lover and friend. She is a Goddess. The Mother Goddess who features so prominently in so many and such varied tales. The all-seeing and vulnerable Mother, for she is all-powerful … and utterly helpless.

Moving inexorably on, across and beyond all boundaries, she is simultaneously in control of and at the mercy of those lesser than her.

Here one must name those mysterious entities … for they are the subjects of this tale.

Sentient creatures, my friends, sentient beings. The concept ‘sentience’.

Moody and volatile, quiet and serene, nurturing and succouring, sentient beings are the faces of the Mother Goddess, her engendered likeness, but, lo, there is frenzy, there is action willfully conceived, there is whim and fantasy, as there is punishment, and each individual agenda is personal … for such is the nature of sentience.

In this lies the danger to the Goddess, for destruction is as easily conceived of as are creative energies, with due forethought, with terrible consequence, with blind stupidity … or utter uncaring.

They are good or evil or a strangely contradictory amalgam of the two.

Therein lays the meaning of these words.

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The Worlds of Lore and the Author

A few words from the author today!

The Lore Series has been the ultimate mission, and to that end the main story is now complete. 3 separate series, yes, but all part of the whole, ending with the 12th volume, The Master Mechanism.

And yet, there is more to say.

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Firstly, much was taken out of the grander tale in the interest of a smooth reading experience, and those inserts served as a greater backstory to enrich the telling. I knew, and could therefore draw on them to flesh out the story. These inserts are now being collated as short stories, and will be published one by one. They are not integral to LORE, but you may find the extras intriguing.

The LORE Short Story Series! 

4 shorts stories are ready, the first of which has just been published (see next post!)

So far:

The Rainbows of Pilan

The Life-Wheels of Pendulim

The History of Ardosia

The Wolves of Valaris

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Secondly, having completed the series, I realised certain characters have their own tale, and the moment I thought that … an added new series was born 🙂

LORE Worlds Series!

One full volume is finished and the second is underway. As soon as the cover art is complete, I will tell you more.

So far:

EURUE – The Forgotten World

FAROCHIN – The Terraformed World

Here’s hoping you will come with me on these journeys also!

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