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Dragonvein

The wait is almost over! Dragonvein- Book One will be released May 8th 2015!!!

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Update

My lord have I been busy. While I await word from the publishers regarding the new series - Dragonvein - I've been writing the second installment. At the same time I'm writing a dystopian serial (untitled) which I hope to have out within the next few weeks. This one is a departure from what I normally create, and it will be broken into 20-30k word episodes. I'm actually having a lot of fun with it.
Of course I haven't forgotten about the world of The Godling Chronicles. I've mapped out most of the sequel and will try to have it ready some time this Summer or possibly early Fall.
For those of you who are wondering what it will be about, let me just say that certain old friends will be returning, along with some new. Destinies will be met and mysteries solved.

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Dragonvein (Book One) is in editing and after a short break to glue my brain back together I'll begin outlining Book Two. I have to say that I have LOVED writing this series so far. The characters are very different than those in The Godling Chronicles and it's been fun watching them grow.
Also, as this series has some elements of Science Fiction, it has opened up new ideas and taken me in unexpected directions. I can't wait for you all to read it.
You may be wondering when it will be released. Unfortunately, I don't know just yet. But you see? That's why you should be on the mailing list.

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Unforeseen circumstances beyond my control, has forced release date to Sept 10th. However due to a recent change in Amazon policy, Book Six is available for pre-order. For those who have been waiting patiently I am offering in the way of an apology a preview of the new series - Dragonvein. Message me your email address (if I don't already have it) and I'll send it to you. Thank you for your understanding.

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The Godling Chronicles

Book Six

(The Reborn King)



By: Brian D. Anderson
Original Concept: Jonathan Anderson

Prologue

The shadows danced along the stark walls of the dilapidated shack as the candle flickered and dimmed, stubbornly resisting the draft seeping in through the cracks in the wood that threatened to blow it out. The air reeked with the smell of rotted fruits and vegetables - food for the pigs that could be heard squealing and jostling in the pen directly outside.
The four elves gathered around the small table in the corner farthest from the door waited in silence, their hands fidgeting nervously in front of them.
Several minutes dragged by before the door creaked open to reveal a tall elf with red hair and narrow, piercing eyes. Clad in the cloak of a seeker, he stepped inside and surveyed the scene.
“This is all of you?” he asked in a soft, yet deep voice.
The dark skinned elf sitting nearest to him looked up. “This is all that can be here without arousing suspicion, Tallio. But there are more. Of that you can be certain.”
Tallio scowled before taking a seat at the table. “Their fear is a weakness they must soon overcome.”
“Do not mistake prudence for fear,” the elf shot back. “My people are steadfast and loyal. They will not hesitate to act when the time comes.”
Tallio looked him directly in the eye. “Let us hope not. And the rest of you? Does your resolve still hold?”
Two of the other elves nodded, their faces grim.
“Then it is settled,” said Tallio. “We will move against them as soon as Darshan is away.”
A stocky elf to the right of him huffed and shook his head.
“You wish to add something, Vixis?” Tallio asked.
“I do,” he replied evenly. “I wish to add that you are all fools. What do you think will happen if you succeed? Do you really imagine that things will go back to the way they were?” He leaned in closer to meet Tallio’s gaze. “All you will achieve is to bring death to everyone here. The wrath of Darshan will know no bounds. He will burn us to cinders.”
Tallio sneered. “If you fear death, then perhaps you should leave these matters to those with the courage of their convictions. Darshan is not invincible. And I will not sit idle as he spreads his lies.”
“How can you be so sure they are lies?” Vixis countered. “What could he possibly gain from such a deception?”
“If you think I will ever believe our people to be a mongrel race spawned from the loins of the gods, then you are sorely mistaken.” Tallio tensed, his fists clenching so tightly that his knuckles gleamed white. “Darshan has caused nothing but despair and doubt amongst our kin. Many have wandered east without purpose or hope, their minds and spirits broken by the words of a false god. And to think that he has brought forth offspring…mothered by one of our own.” His right fist slammed violently down onto the table, nearly shattering it to splinters. “No! This cannot be allowed. I will face Darshan alone if need be.”
“And you will die alone if you do so,” Vixis told him. “I have seen his power with my own eyes. And though he may not be invincible, his strength is far beyond any of us.”
Tallio leaned back to scrutinize Vixis for several seconds before speaking again. “It seems to me that you have not come here to offer your support,” he stated.
He paused, waiting for a response, but Vixis remained silent. “So why have you come?”
“To offer you an alternative,” he finally replied. “Many of us have decided to retreat to the desert. There we hope to find a new life and, the Creator willing, peace. We can live as we once did amongst our own kind. The humans will leave us be, and our desert kin would welcome us gladly. I have come here to ask you to abandon this madness and join us.”
“Our desert kin have allied themselves with Darshan. And even if that was not so, what sort of existence do you expect to find there?” Tallio’s tone was dark and dangerous. “Shall we leave our traditional homes and lives behind? Shall we cower off into the sands and forget who we really are?”
“To seek peace is not cowering, it is wisdom,” Vixis responded. “Would you rather see us destroyed than find a new life? Our kin have lived in the desert for generations – free of gods and human corruption. Why should we not seek the same?”
“Because this is my home,” Tallio insisted. “And I will not be driven from it by lies and slander. You would have us slither away…a mongrel race bereft of honor. You would allow the forked tongue of Darshan to continue poisoning the minds of our kin. And you would allow his cursed offspring to linger upon this very world that the Creator has charged us to protect.” With each word his voice rose in intensity and the fire in his eyes burned ever hotter. “But I for one will not simply watch while all that I hold sacred is being destroyed and defiled.”
“Your hatred has blinded you, old friend,” said Vixis, sorrow and pity in his eyes. “And it will be your undoing. I can only pray that you do not drag our kin into the fiery depths along with you.” He rose slowly and bowed to the others. “I wish you well. I honestly do. And should you change your mind, my kin and I shall be departing east in one week.” He strode to the door and looked over his shoulder. “I hope to see you again...soon.” After giving Tallio a final searching glance, he lowered his head and stepped outside.
The three other elves sitting at the table exchanged uneasy looks as Tallio stared grimly at the door his former friend had just passed through. After a brief moment he rose to his feet and with slow deliberate paces, made his way across the room. He turned to the others before sucking in a deep breath, then followed Vixis out into the night.
Vixis had walked only a few yards when the sound of footfalls from behind caused him to pause and turn. He regarded his fellow elf steadily. “I take it you have not come to persuade me further,” he said.
“You know I cannot take the risk,” Tallio told him. “There is too much at stake.”
“Would it make any difference if I swear to keep your secret?” He could see the resolve in Tallio’s expression and frowned. “No. I suppose not.”
The flash of steel thrusting into his heart was quick and precise. Vixis gasped just once, his hands briefly clutching hold of Tallio’s arms. A tear then rolled down his cheek as the light of life slowly faded from his eyes.
Tallio lifted the body over his shoulder and laid it carefully beside the shack. After covering it with some loose brush and twigs, he returned to the others. Their accusing stares swelled his anger.
“And what would you have me do?” he shouted. “We cannot trust our fate to those without the courage to fight.”
A thin, dark-haired elf clad in a simple tan shirt and trousers pushed back his chair and glared at Tallio. “Vixis was no coward, and you know it! He simply wanted us to consider a different path.”
Tallio held up his hand. “Calm yourself, Faliel. I only did what I had to do in order to protect us. Vixis carried knowledge that could have doomed us all. And though he was once my friend, I am not convinced he would have kept it to himself. He fought alongside Darshan, and served as personal guard to King Lousis. How could we know for certain where his allegiances lie? Darshan is a trickster and a liar. Many an elf who once despised humans now willingly serves alongside them. Even Lord Theopolou was not immune to Darshan's influence.”
There was a long silence as the two elves stared at each other unblinkingly. Finally, Faliel heaved a deep sigh and sat back down.
“That some of our kin need to be sacrificed weighs heavily on my heart too, brothers,” said Tallio. “But we must look to the greater good of our race. And that means all traitors and heretics must be destroyed.”
He leaned forward and grasped hold of Faliel’s hand. “Believe me, there is no other way.”
Faliel nodded weakly. “And we are with you. Even so, I cannot help but lament the passing of any of our kin, traitors or no.”
The third elf, much younger than the other two yet with the bearing of one who had seen much bloodshed and battle, fingered his dagger unthinkingly and narrowed his eyes.
“You have something to say, Hasheen?” asked Tallio.
“I do,” he grumbled. “Have you given any thought as to what the elves from across the sea will do once they arrive? It is well known that Aaliyah sent for aid not long after she met Darshan. They said it would take a year before we could expect assistance. Well, a year is nearly up. If they should take up Darshan’s cause, we cannot hope to prevail.”
“All the more reason to make haste,” Tallio countered. “We cannot allow them to fall prey to the same lies that are being spread among our people. Victory must be swift.”
“Do you know where the heretic is hiding?” Hasheen asked. “My people have been searching for weeks to no avail.”
A sinister grin crept upon Tallio’s face. “Yes, I do know where she is. I know where they all are. Including the half-breed.”
Hasheen frowned. “I see no reason to kill her. She is an innocent – a mere victim of birth – and should not suffer for the crimes of her mother.”
“She is an abomination,” Tallio snarled. “Innocent or not, she embodies all that we have warned our people against. But if it helps to ease your mind, I promise that she will not suffer. Plans have already been set in motion.”
“You do know that killing her will bring the wrath of Linis down upon us,” Hasheen warned. “He is not one to be trifled with. And he will never rest until he has had his revenge.”
“I will deal with Linis,” Tallio said. “His crimes have already warranted his execution…and I will personally see it done.” He reached inside his shirt and pulled out three sealed scrolls. “Here are your instructions…that is, assuming you are still with me?”
There was a long pause. All three elves then nodded in turn.
Tallio smiled, clearly pleased. “Then make ready. We move soon.”

* * * * *

The cavernous throne room was dark and bitterly cold. Not that he could feel the cold nipping at his flesh any longer. At least, not in the same way mortals feel it. As a man, he'd anticipated winter with dread and spent all his extra coin on the thickest wool and finest furs. But now that he was no longer mortal, the cold was a welcome friend. It was a reminder of a life when he'd known the simple joys of a laying under the sun on a warm Spring day, watching the birds dart across a cloudless sky. The cold was gone…for a time. And for a time, he was contented.
He thought back to that first day when he'd drawn the Sword of Truth from its cradle and held it aloft. While gazing upon its beauty he'd all but forgotten that, only moments before, he had taken the life of a once dear friend. More than that…it was his dearest friend. The man's blood was still warming the marble floor just a few feet away, yet all he could see was his prize.
He had heard the stories, just as every other member of Amon Dähl had. The Sword of Truth. A weapon of unimaginable might…and danger. But the reality was quite different. To wield such terrible power, even for a moment, was a burden beyond human understanding. But to do so for eternity was utter madness. And it was that madness he had only managed to conquer through sheer force of will.
He placed his hand on the hilt of the sword. At this moment it was protruding from the stone floor just beside his throne, its blade having cut through the rock as easily as if it were human flesh. As the power raged through him, he tilted his head back in ecstasy.
After a moment he drew a deep breath, and while watching it billow away in a cloud of vapor, he began to wonder if he actually needed to breathe. Was it possible that such mundane acts could be left behind completely? He hadn’t eaten in months, yet felt no hunger. Could he truly abandon all things human? He smiled inwardly. Soon he would have time everlasting to puzzle such things out.
He could feel the chaotic and fearful emotions of the people in Kratis. At one time, the idea of the enemy invading was unthinkable to them. But news of the defeat in the west had hit hard. And for the first time, his followers had doubts. They didn’t understand. They believed that serving the Reborn King guaranteed their place in his new world. It didn’t.
So let the west come, he thought. There is no reason to stop them. Those who survive will have proved their worth. And once all is over, it will not matter who they fought for, what flag they carried, or even if they hate Angrääl and its king. Ultimately, all who live will serve my purpose.
Only one thing remained to be settled - Darshan. He had tried so many times to hate him, but at best could manage only a mild animosity. He had even begun to respect him. The young godling had disrupted his plans far more than he'd imagined possible. Yet for all his efforts, the end would still come and the boy would still die. Nothing had changed.
It was regrettable. He would have made a powerful ally. To end a life so filled with promise was always a waste. But without the death of Darshan, the cleansing would fail. Though the boy was human in body, his spirit was that of his chief adversary. The gods must not endure…and the earth must burn. The disease unleashed by arrogance and self-indulgence would be eradicated, and a new world reborn from its ashes.
The door to the massive chamber creaked open, allowing a spear of light to penetrate the darkness. The hall was bare aside from the massive stone throne and a banner hanging from the ceiling bearing his sigil.
Captain Lanmore entered and approached with uneasy steps, his head lowered. Even in the pitch black he would not dare risk meeting his master’s gaze. The door boomed shut behind him, startling the captain, but he quickly regained what little composure he could muster. He stopped just a few yards away from the throne and fell to his knees.
“You called for me, Your Highness?” His voice seemed small, and he trembled nervously.
“You have done well, Lanmore.” The Dark Knight was careful not to use too much force in his speech lest he drive the captain mad with its power. “I am putting you in direct command of the city legions and elevating you to General of all the northern armies.” Even with this restraint, the sound of his voice still shook the walls. He could see that Lanmore was struggling not to cover his ears.
“Thank you, master.” Lanmore could only manage to whisper.
“Come forward,” the Dark Knight commanded.
After a second of hesitation, Lanmore rose and approached the throne, his feet sliding noisily across the stone floor and his arms outstretched in a desperate attempt to avoid stumbling into his king.
The lines on Lanmore’s face twitched and then froze as the Dark Knight reached out to place his forefinger in the center of his brow.
“You are by far the best and bravest of all my servants,” he told the captain. “And because of this, you shall receive the highest of honors. From this moment forward you are to be known as Prince Lanmore, heir to the throne of Angrääl.”
Lanmore was speechless. He threw himself prostrate before his master.
“Rise and go forth,” the Dark Knight commanded. “Endowed with my power, lead our people to glory.”
For the very first time, Lanmore looked up and met his master’s eyes. His expression was one of wonderment and awe. “I will not fail you. I swear it.”
“I know you won’t,” he replied.

Update

Hi everybody,
I thought I give an update on progress. I know many of you are wondering when the final installment of The Godling Chronicles will be released, and I'm sorry it has been taking so long. But I promise I'm working hard to get it out as soon as possible.
I wanted you all to know that my wonderful agent has returned from NY with great news. Thanks to you, there is much interest within the NY publishing community in my upcoming series, The Dragonborn Saga. That being the case I am currently working on both Book Six and Book One simultaneously. But don't worry. I am not letting the workload hinder my efforts. I will definitely be releasing The Godling Chronicles : The Reborn King (Book Six) this Summer.
Thanks again for your patience. I hope you enjoy reading the final installment as much as I have enjoyed writing it. I love you all.

Brian D. Anderson

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