Reflections of Infinity, Book 1
Epic Fantasy
Amid the power struggle for a vast Empire, a young boy is swept along with
a Tribe of fearless warriors on their Quest to the Mystical uncharted
Crimson World!
a Tribe of fearless warriors on their Quest to the Mystical uncharted
Crimson World!
As young gods fall to the Worlds from the stars they are born in, appearing
as comets streaking across the sky; sentient magical artifacts call to the
minds of men: calling with images and promises of power from Wild Worlds.
Massive and strange they hold gigantic monsters and wonders that are beyond
the scope of the imaginations of the fearless Tribe of warriors that dare to
magically travel to them!
as comets streaking across the sky; sentient magical artifacts call to the
minds of men: calling with images and promises of power from Wild Worlds.
Massive and strange they hold gigantic monsters and wonders that are beyond
the scope of the imaginations of the fearless Tribe of warriors that dare to
magically travel to them!
EXCERPT
Within the Obsidian Throne room of the
Imperial Palace
PREMERA
Primus Croatius! The men request your presence in the anteroom immediately!
His First said, gasping in excitement. The young soldier spun around, his
obsidian armor gleaming as he threw his arms out toward the door and the
winding hall beyond, before turning and staring at his Primus, who also
happened to be his hero coming up through the ranks, saying with a glint in
his gray eyes: “my Leader, surely you have heard! The Emperor is
DEAD!”
His First said, gasping in excitement. The young soldier spun around, his
obsidian armor gleaming as he threw his arms out toward the door and the
winding hall beyond, before turning and staring at his Primus, who also
happened to be his hero coming up through the ranks, saying with a glint in
his gray eyes: “my Leader, surely you have heard! The Emperor is
DEAD!”
Primus Croatius slowly turned around to look at his underling, shaking his
head with a deep sigh, his hazel eyes glancing down at the ground in demur
melancholy, his Premerian obsidian armor clinking at the hinges over his
large frame: softened slightly with Palace living in the past few weeks.
Overall he thought he looked pretty good for a man of thirty eight
sunstrokes, with not one single touch of gray in his thick wavy black
hair.
head with a deep sigh, his hazel eyes glancing down at the ground in demur
melancholy, his Premerian obsidian armor clinking at the hinges over his
large frame: softened slightly with Palace living in the past few weeks.
Overall he thought he looked pretty good for a man of thirty eight
sunstrokes, with not one single touch of gray in his thick wavy black
hair.
“Why are you so enthused? Our Emperor died today.” He said
getting up to walk with the First toward the door anyway. “My Leader,
the chamberlains plan to place a mere child on the throne as an heir!
Surely, you know what must be done my liege!” Primus Croatius stopped
in his tracks, staring over at the man in consternation, narrowing his hazel
eyes as he asked: “did you speak of this to the men?” The First
looked away from his gaze, his face going red as he stuttered: “y-yes
I spoke to them, and they are all behind you my Leader! He said, his deep
set brown eyes pleading above his angular clean shaven face.
getting up to walk with the First toward the door anyway. “My Leader,
the chamberlains plan to place a mere child on the throne as an heir!
Surely, you know what must be done my liege!” Primus Croatius stopped
in his tracks, staring over at the man in consternation, narrowing his hazel
eyes as he asked: “did you speak of this to the men?” The First
looked away from his gaze, his face going red as he stuttered: “y-yes
I spoke to them, and they are all behind you my Leader! He said, his deep
set brown eyes pleading above his angular clean shaven face.
“Come now Lincian. You know as well as I that the imperial
chamberlains will appoint one of their faction to sit the Obsidian Throne as
Regent.” Croatius muttered bitterly, addressing the First by his name
as the man pulled him insistently on down the ornate winding Kalemian shale
corridors, the violet light streaming in from the windows from the bright
blue midday sun, hanging in the bright green sky above, gleaming over the
shale walls in all the shades of the rainbow.
chamberlains will appoint one of their faction to sit the Obsidian Throne as
Regent.” Croatius muttered bitterly, addressing the First by his name
as the man pulled him insistently on down the ornate winding Kalemian shale
corridors, the violet light streaming in from the windows from the bright
blue midday sun, hanging in the bright green sky above, gleaming over the
shale walls in all the shades of the rainbow.
As they approached the massive double doors to the assembly yard beyond,
the air began to thrum with thousands of voices chanting as one beyond.
Croatius stumbled to a stop suddenly, as he was finally able to make out
what the assembled armies of the Empire were yelling through the door
beyond. “I cannot do this Lincian! I cannot be the emperor all of you
need!” He yelled running his hands down his face in anxiety as
thousands of voices screamed out beyond, over and over again:
“Croatius! Croatius! Croatius!” 3
the air began to thrum with thousands of voices chanting as one beyond.
Croatius stumbled to a stop suddenly, as he was finally able to make out
what the assembled armies of the Empire were yelling through the door
beyond. “I cannot do this Lincian! I cannot be the emperor all of you
need!” He yelled running his hands down his face in anxiety as
thousands of voices screamed out beyond, over and over again:
“Croatius! Croatius! Croatius!” 3
He sat down with a huff leaning back against the doors in indecision with
his head resting against the thick wooden doors, the vibrations from the
chanting men rattling his skull as his First sank to one knee before him,
reaching out to grasp his shoulder; squeezing it reassuringly as he said
softly: “The men have chosen you my liege!” Primus Croatius
looked up to meet the man’s intense gaze, his hazel eyes hardening in
resolve.
his head resting against the thick wooden doors, the vibrations from the
chanting men rattling his skull as his First sank to one knee before him,
reaching out to grasp his shoulder; squeezing it reassuringly as he said
softly: “The men have chosen you my liege!” Primus Croatius
looked up to meet the man’s intense gaze, his hazel eyes hardening in
resolve.
About the Author
C.W. Holcomb's works are based on Ancient Myths and folklore. His first
series is heavily based on Scottish Folklore of werebeasts that prowl the
primordial forests in the distant past! The first novel of his newest
series, Chaos: Worlds Beyond is inspired heavily by Greek Mythology; as well
as works by well known authors such as C.S. Lewis, J.R.R Tolkien and Raymond
E. Feist. The works are filled with passion and adventure on an epic scale
where the lure of magical treasures incites the characters into traveling to
strange and dangerous magical Worlds filled with Nightmarish monsters and
sentient arcane artifacts!
series is heavily based on Scottish Folklore of werebeasts that prowl the
primordial forests in the distant past! The first novel of his newest
series, Chaos: Worlds Beyond is inspired heavily by Greek Mythology; as well
as works by well known authors such as C.S. Lewis, J.R.R Tolkien and Raymond
E. Feist. The works are filled with passion and adventure on an epic scale
where the lure of magical treasures incites the characters into traveling to
strange and dangerous magical Worlds filled with Nightmarish monsters and
sentient arcane artifacts!
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