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Rise Up

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Get off the ground.

Pain is temporary.  And if it’s not, that’s okay too.  No pain is meaningless.   It doesn’t have to be.

You don’t have to live this way.  You don’t have to be afraid.  You don’t have to be frustrated.  Let your feelings drive you.

Stand up.  It’s a new day.

Get off the ground.  Rise up.

Do something with your life.  And do it for someone else.  Stop acting like your life is your own, because it’s not.  When we think our lives are our own, we start to think it’s okay to be lazy.  We start to think it’s okay to be complacent.

Your life is not your own.  It’s meant to be given to someone else.  It’s a paradox of life, but it’s what makes life beautiful.

Let your feelings drive you.  Let the pain be for someone else.

Rise up, my friends.  Our lives are not our own.

Elithius Excerpt–Blood and Shadow

In preparation for the release of my newest book, which will be published in December, I thought I’d share with you an excerpt from Book One of Elithius!


 

A loud, terrifying scream sounds just outside our house, and an instant later I hear the front door get broken down.  Cassie and Luke begin screaming with panic and horror and immediately I rush for the only decent weapon I own; the sword standing upright in the corner of my room.

With a surge of speed, I burst out of my room.  They already have my siblings.  Fear is the only thing empowering me as I stab one of the intruders in front of me.  Only then do I acknowledge what I just attacked.  It is a horrifying beast, black as the shadows in the room, standing like a man, but with horrible teeth and eyes, a grotesque face, and a large, muscular body.  The room is filled with them.  I immediately know what they are.  They are Evil.

They begin dragging Cassie and Luke out of the house.  I cry out to my siblings, raising my sword, but I am blocked by a horde of the beasts.  The darkness is so thick around me, so dark I’ve never seen anything like it, as though the darkness is a black wall connecting the beasts, emanating from their skin.  The way they move makes my head swim, like they keep multiplying and then vanishing into the darkness.  Finally, I abandon caution and charge them, and two of them step out to meet me.  One after another, I cut both of them down, reacting out of pure instinct.  I hear my siblings scream from outside and I raise my head to look for them beyond our demolished front door.  I see them with their arms outstretched for me, and then, all of a sudden, I feel pain erupt in my stomach.

And I gasp.  Time freezes for a moment, and I grunt with alarm again, looking down at the blade sticking into my body.  The blade retracts, and I release a quivering breath.  Falling to the ground on my side, I watch as my blood pools beneath me, warm against my side.  As I lay there,—sharp, burning pain running through me—I look up, seeing outside in the fading light of day a distinct figure: a beast with long, matted hair, and a red cape.  Every Evil returns to his side, swarming about him.  And I know that he is their leader.

Then they leave.  Their cries sound for long, pain-filled moments after, and then they fade into silence.  And all that’s left behind is blood and shadow.

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Art by Clare S, my awesome little sister

As always, I’d love to know, What do you think?

Click here to read more of Elithius!

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Cover art by Elizabeth M

Who Wants to See My New Book Cover?

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That’s right.  The cover for Elithius, Book Two, has finally been finished!

It’s hard for me to express how excited I am about this upcoming installation in Elithius…and the cover of Book Two just makes it SOOOOO much better!  Like seriously people: this cover is a work of art.

It perfectly captures the feel of Book Two…which is what a cover should do!  The sense of action, of intensity, of darkness, of magnificence and mystery…it’s all there in the cover.

And so I’m going to reveal the cover to you…

…tomorrow 🙂

I know, that was mean 🙂

To anyone who’s interested, the first book of Elithius can be found here on Amazon.

What’s Elithius about?  Well I’m glad you asked.  Here’s a brief description:

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Cover art by Elizabeth M

Genre: Fantasy/Action

Length: 305 pages

Description:

His parents abandon him when he’s thirteen. He’s left to care for his little brother and sister. Life is tough. Things can’t seem to get any worse.

But then Evil Itself breaks down the door. It kidnaps his siblings. And It leaves him bleeding out on the floor of his own home.

The Golden Lands, one of the Three Worlds of Elithius, is supposed to be a place of light, peace and happiness. But the Golden Lands hasn’t been such a place for John Hedekira, a jaded, hot-headed sixteen-year-old. Joined by his friends Faith Pinck and Bernard Tanner, John must rescue his brother and sister from their captors…before his siblings can be sacrificed to the ominous God of Death.

With a story that combines the feelings of Harry Potter, the Lord of the Rings, and Percy Jackson, Dominic Sceski brings to life a riveting tale of light versus darkness, magic, friendship, trust, betrayal, forgiveness, and redemption that will leave you on the edge of your seat and desperately yearning for more.

Don’t wait. Embark on the journey now. Enter Elithius!


So what are you waiting for??? Go check it out here!

It’s Coming…

The time is coming for change.  The time when secrets will be revealed.  The time when destiny will be realized.

What’s on the inside will come out.  And we’d better be ready to face what comes out.  Our inner demons must be conquered, if we ever want the light to prevail…

…are you ready to face the darkness within?

COMING SOON!!!

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You all ready to see the cover of Book Two?  It’s a beauty.  I can’t wait to show all of you.

Haven’t read Elithius, Book One?  No problem.  It’s only $0.99 as an eBook here.

Don’t miss out.

Beginnings

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Hi there!

So I thought it was about time that I gave some of you followers a more in-depth introduction to my series, The Golden Lands.  Only a little bit ago, I finished the first story arc of TGL—an arc is basically like a “season” that a TV show might have—and I’m now beginning the next arc of the series.

So to give you a more in-depth look at TGL, there isn’t a better place to start than at the very beginning of my first volume, entitled, Shadows in the Sunlight.

Writing Volume 1, and beginning the series as a whole was very…experimental for me.  And I think beginning a story is essentially, experimental for all writers; it has to be.  At the time, I knew I wanted the story to have a mysterious, not your typical-fantasy-world kind of feel.  I wanted it to be a little unusual, a little uncomfortable even.  The way I tried to do that was by creating a world that seemed to be overly simplistic, even eerily simplistic.

And this is something that a lot of people notice, and are even unsure about.  Sometimes my readers will express a bit of doubt in this notion of having everything being too simple.  It’s uncreative, so to speak.

All right, maybe it is, maybe it isn’t.  I respect everyone’s opinion.  Either way, I liked the feel of having an overly simplistic world, or at least a world that the character’s thought was so simple.  And what do I mean?  What are the obvious ways in which the world of TGL is overly simplistic?

For starters, take the names of the three different “races” of people.  There’s Virus, Femina, and Malam.  In other words, Man, Woman, and Evil.  It’s basic Latin.  And then there are the names of the main character’s siblings:  Soror and Frater.  Literally, “sister” and “brother” in Latin…can’t say that I’m as proud of that as I should be.

But there are other things; there really isn’t any kind of hierarchy in the Golden Lands, there’s no system.  There are no politics, no wars.  It’s described in Volume 1 as “harmonious anarchy”.  The Golden Lands is supposed to be this place, literally, of light, peace, and happiness.

But then we see there are these weird, unearthly creatures, roaming, the Golden Lands.  And what are these creatures called?  Evil.  In the beginning of the book, in the prologue, Evil is singular, not plural.  Evil is a single entity that spreads itself out over the world, capable of corrupting everyone and everything.

Overly simplistic, kind of misshapen, eerie world.  That’s what I wanted.

So what are the key things that happen to kick off this series?

Well first of all, we meet the main character of the series, John Hedekira.  Right off the bat, we can tell that John is a frustrated, lonely, human being.  The world, although John knows it is supposed to be his friend, although he knows how things are supposed to be in the Golden Lands, even though he knows how he should feel as a person in the Golden Lands, there is still something about the world that haunts him, that betrays him.   He feels such enmity, and he possesses such a sense of distrust in the world.

And so we meet this character, this sixteen-year old boy, abandoned by his parents, left to watch over his two siblings that are, to quote the book, “like shadows” to him; they don’t respond to him, they are seemingly locked in their own little world of depression and self-pity, his siblings have completely shut themselves out from the rest of the world…and in doing so, they’ve kept John from truly experiencing anything outside of this bubble of depression and loneliness, and the feeling that nobody cares about them.  That is where we meet John.

Take it back a bit though.  In the prologue of the series, in the voice of John, we hear several things, but we hear about John’s desires to escape from the burden of watching of his siblings, and he wants to find this legendary person, this legendary warrior that his parents once told him about.  The prologue is this vague, rant, almost, a stream of consciousness from John’s mind, that relates the things his parents taught him about the world, his own fantasies, and the current situation he is faced with…all of these things are related.

And they get related to one thing; the presence of the Evil.  Evil with a capital E.  We are given this warning by John, about how Evil exists in the Golden Lands, about how it will find everyone.  And how?  By sensing, and flocking, to the evil we have inside of ourselves.

This is how the story really kicks off.

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*DISCUSSION TO BE CONTINUED*

Hey, just wanted you to know…

Hey 🙂

Just wanted you to know that my series The Golden Lands is the best thing I’ve ever written.  So if you’re not too lazy, you should check it out here: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/535151

Or read the excerpt below if you don’t believe me.

Thanks 😀

Dominic (Aul)


(Note: “jiritsu” and “burraku kyoujaku” are basically just magical balls of energy that the two characters are able to form.  “Houshutsu” means “release”, and Ashida usually needs to say that in order to use his “jiritsu”.)

 

PROTAGONIST: ASHIDA ELRONO (aka the attractive adult male character with magical powers)

 

The Black Captain alights in front of me.  For the first time, it seems that I’ve put him on edge.  However, it doesn’t seem to matter; I’ve reached my limits.  As my jiritsu is a magical manifestation of my own energy, I can tell from my last defensive strike that I have no power left.  My body is broken.  My energy is gone.  Stiff, aching and throbbing, I rise from the wall I was flung against.  Without warning, I jerk downwards and spew blood from my mouth.  I use the wall to lean on, catching myself before I fall.

At first, I think I mishear it.  But then it’s unmistakable.  And for whatever reason, and yet every reason, it infuriates me.  The Black Captain is laughing.  “You are a perseverant human,” he says, as if to reassure me, “but the power of a mortal being is no match for the immortal god that aids me.”

A jolt of the pain suddenly pounds in my head.  I hesitate for a moment, and then decide to ask, “This god of yours…who is he?”

“Hah, do not act like you don’t know of the god I serve,” replies the Black Captain.  “You, a scout of Castrum Fortress, should know better than anyone of our God of Death.”

The way he speaks about the God of Death…it’s unlike any other Evil.  I pause for a moment, deliberating with fear and disconcertedness as to what this means.  “You speak of the God of Death,” I say, “like you worship him.”

The Black Captain grins.  “Ah, but we do.  He is our god.  Every night, the mages of Howaito Maki gather to pray to the one who is Death…to the one that brings Death.”

I grunt.  The whole thing, the notion of what he’s saying, it makes my stomach churn.  What creatures would live such a horrifying, twisted existence as to worship the God of Death!  “You’re…” I start to say, endeavoring to think of a word vile enough to describe him.

But then he answers before I can finish.  Raising his chin, he says in a taunting whisper, “Stronger.”

My heart falls to my stomach.  Dammit!  This is wrong!  It shouldn’t be!  Those that pray to Death…can anything be right in a world where those that pray to Death are stronger than those that fight for goodness and peace?  “No…” I think, not allowing myself to accept such a truth.  “Darkness cannot be stronger than light.  The God of Death must not be stronger than…” I breathe, my gaze rising to the sky.

It’s stopped snowing.  The clouds still move across the sky, hither and thither, some light-gray, others deep, dark and foreboding.  But in the middle of the heavens, a small streak of white light protrudes from the midst of the grayness and darkness.  It’s so small; so shy.  But it’s not weak.  It’s sturdy.  Surrounded by the darkness, you would almost miss it, so easily….unless you were looking for it.

My body quivering, I rise to full height.  “If there is a God of Death,” I say, “have you ever considered as to whether or not there is a god of life?”

The Black Captain falters, as if the question has caught him off guard; as if the question strikes a chord within him; as if, he hasn’t ever considered such a possibility.  Pensive, the Evil replies, “I know of no other god than my own.  As I have said, there is a reason why I am stronger.  It is because only darkness has a god.  Only darkness can rule.”  Then he raises his voice, exclaiming with certainty and triumph, “There is no god of life, because life was never meant to prevail!”  His burraku kyoujaku flares to life in front of him, casting a red glow on his face and illuminating the air around him.

“I don’t believe you!” I stomp my foot down in defiance, taking up a stance.  For some reason, I fail to be intimidated by the orb of power hovering in front of the Evil, ready to fly towards me at his command.  “There is light in this world,” I say aloud to myself, watching as his burraku kyoujaku grows larger and larger, surging with more intensity each moment.  “It had to have come from somewhere.  Life could not have been created only to be destroyed.  I don’t know if there is a god of life.  I don’t know if any gods exist.  But there is good…there is light.  I’ve never done this before, but…”

I breathe.

I hear the stone buildings around me shutter.  The wind begins to blow around me.  The world feels me reaching.  Reaching out.  Something hears me, something is stirring.  And unlike the magic I usually perform, it doesn’t come from me.  It breathes, it feels, and it answers me.

There is light in this world.

I breathe again.  The Black Captain’s burraku kyoujaku seems to reach its peak.  But he doesn’t attack yet.  He waits.  It seems like he wants to see what I can muster.

“There is life!” I tell myself.

And, like it’s my final exhibition of power, I form my jiritsu.  I don’t know where the words come from, whether it’s deep within myself, or some other force.  But they pour from my heart, my heart burning within me.  “Forces of light in this world!  All that favors life!  All that favors goodness!   I do not command thee, but I humbly ask thee: if thou exist, whether thy be god, nature, beast, or man, lend your strength to me!  Let this be my prayer against those that pray to Death.  Ignite me with thy fire, fuel my resolve…and give me power!

My jiritsu suddenly all connect, and from them, a huge orb of energy begins to grow.  Its power is so intense, its physical form so large, I’ve never felt anything like it.  But it’s working; the summon has been answered.  The world stirs, wind sweeping through the countryside like the breath of a giant.

My prayer has been heard.

Crying out, I release all of the power given to me, directing it entirely, unstoppably, undyingly at the Black Captain, and I shout, through one mouth, yet filled with every voice of goodness: “HOU-SHUT-SU!”

Slowly, the enormous blast of energy surges against the Black Captain, who releases his burraku kyoujaku.  I keep on crying out, pushing against his power, and I feel his energy giving way.  The Black Captain growls, roaring and fighting back, but the light doesn’t stop swelling towards him.  His voice reaches its highest pitch, his strength reaches its greatest limit, and the light blazes so much around me, my vision is utterly corrupted and my hearing is lost in the sound of the light’s sizzling, earth-shaking might.

Then the voice of the Evil is gone.  The light slowly passes away, exploding into the deserted buildings in front of me.  When the brightness fades away, as well as the energy, the Black Captain is gone.

The remnants of power, sparkling, blue crystals of light, slowly rise from the site of the detonation.  They float gently into the sky, soaring higher than man could ever reach, like stars returning to the sky.  Not a star-fall; a star-rise.  Returning to their source.

The source…

“Thank you,” I breathe in a hoarse whisper.

A force of light…a force meant to be.  Maybe it wasn’t just a force.  Maybe there’s something else here, something else in this world, something that’s seemingly small, or maybe it’s all around us, we don’t even see it.


Hope you weren’t too lazy to NOT read all of that 🙂  Thanks if you did!