Lord Belmont’s life ended in Clovis, in the impenetrable darkness beneath the ground where forbidden rites were once held. Lady Gwendolyn was his love, body and soul, and the Demon in Blue Light killed her.
Every year, on the anniversary of Gwen’s death, he returned to Clovis to stand in the cold desolation, hearing the wind moan through the lonely passes, feeling her loss all over again.
On this anniversary, he wasn’t alone in Clovis. He heard the noises rustling in the brush. He smelled the raw river of Shadow tech. Then he saw it:
The claws …
The flicking tail …
The maniacal, glittering eyes fixed on him …
“I’ve been waiting for you,” it said in a grating voice as it attacked.
* * * * *
Far away, across the cosmos in a city of wondrous crystal towers, two people watch in horror as the desperate scene at Clovis unfolds. They had worked so hard, sacrificed so much, even argued for it before the gods. They convinced the gods they were right, that they knew best, and everything would go well.
But, things weren’t going well at Clovis.
If this situation went poorly, then ages worth of work would be lost, and, just possibly, the universe might come to an end.
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Ren Garcia is a Science
Fiction/Fantasy author and Texas native who grew up in western Ohio. He has
been writing since before he could write, often scribbling alien lingo on any
available wall or floor with assorted crayons. He attended The Ohio State
University and majored in English Literature. Ren has been an avid lover of
anything surreal since childhood, he also has a passion for caving, urban
archeology and architecture. His highly imaginative “League of Elder”
book series is published by Loconeal Publishing
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Top Ten List
10: Ren was once engaged to a woman 25 years his elder.
9: Ren visited New York City and admired the World Trade Center towers just a month or so before the tragedy of 9/11.
8: The FBI once put a gun in Ren’s face.
7: Bad hearts run in Ren’s family. He’s already outlived most of his paternal grandfathers, all of whom died in their 30’s.
6: Ren’s poor eyesight went undiagnosed until he was in the 3rd grade. Up until that point, he was considered “mentally challenged”.
5: Ren broke his neck playing volleyball in college.
4: Ren often sleeps on the floor, finding it more comfortable than the bed.
3: Ren was once held at gunpoint and frisked by the guards of the Prince of Saudi Arabia.
2: Ren was introduced to his wife via Match Makers International.
1: In a vast extended family of exclusively brown-eyed people, Ren somehow managed to get blue eyes.
–Atha scoffed, her helmet glinting in the dim light. “Yeah? You selected an unimpressive, filth-covered twig from the Black Hats’ basement. I saw the list Fiddler Crowe gave you, I went over the names. There were warlords and Marists from the heights of Xaphan society. There were real Black Hats listed, a couple of Sisters mixed in too, some Fleet officers, Warbird captains, members of the Learned and the Chaste, of the Hospitalers and the Science Ministry—some pretty impressive names. There was even a fricken’ Brandtball player on there! How cool would that have been?” She ground her teeth in a threatening manner. “So tell me, why this homely little … nobody, and your explanation better be good, otherwise I’m going to disincorporate the three of you right here and now and punch my own ticket to the Hell of the Gods. I’m probably going to be heading there anyways for all of this. –An infuriated Atha questioning A-Ram and Alesta
–She placed the rose behind her. She seemed troubled by her own giant-sized breasts. She had issues placing her arms, she was off-balance. The Black Hat was done with it. It seemed she had been wearing a harness that had mimicked her breasts and her rear-end, enlarging them to ridiculous proportions, but, its very size gave her trouble moving about. She cast the harness aside, revealing herself to be of thin, modest proportions. Free of the harness, she raised her clawed hand and beckoned him to come. “This is our place, provided by the gods. You have been promised to me, now let us abuse each other … how I have waited.”
What sort of demented Black Hat was this, he wondered? –Lord Stenstrom and Kat meeting for the first time in the Ruins of Clovis
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