Book 2 of The Trailokya Trilogy - free on kindle until 9/10/2108!!!!
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"This is a world you'll be hard pressed to leave, a world that is so detailed and intricately woven that you'll yearn to return to it af...
"The day science begins to study non-physical phenomena, it will make more progress in one decade than in all the previous centuries of its existence."—Nikola Tesla
"No one can tell what goes on in between the person you were and the person you become. No one can chart that blue and lonely section of hell. There are no maps of the change. You just come out the other side. Or you don't."—Stephen King, The Stand
My Battles
Bad days march like soldiers in my land overshadowed.
Through the dark, I search for the way back,
But I forget the way I passed to come here.
Tense, I stand on a sudden rough edge.
A moment before, a country road stretched forth there.
In its stead, a black ocean thrashes in the arms of a storm.
The ground breaks away beneath my feet.
I watch it crumble, falling to the angry sea.
Afraid of such a fate, I jump back, holding needless words.
Behind, a tower trembles echoing my fearful heart.
Lightning strikes the gray stone turret.
Pebbles burst, cascading among unsuspecting bodies.
I watch with horrified eyes and bound hands.
My tongue stills in respectful mime of the departed.
All senses pique, drawing the moment deeper.
My back splits and born of my flesh are crimson wings.
Upon my frame now rests cobalt armor and helm.
In my waiting hand extends the sharp silver strength of a god.
I look with glowing eyes to what I have become.
The shadows spy this new entity, pausing to measure.
My safety lays at the ready in two cruel gauntlets.
The sea rolls to sleep and the shivers of the tower cease.
The shades run a retreat pursued by an unseen sun.
Safe once more, I rest until the next battle.
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