Jd Goff

The Rune that Binds (Sommerstone Chronicles, #1) (eBook, ePUB)

• Format: ePub

Produktbeschreibung

Evil has triumphed and the dead walk among men, their flesh imbued by the Beckoning with a seductive and irresistible beauty.

Ruling through the Beckoning, which seduces men with promises of bliss and vanity and hedonism. For evil is not ugly. It is beautiful, seductive and alluring, which is why we're drawn to it!

But it is all a lie. The Beckoning does not grant men their desires. It subtly twists the mind and soul until a person will do whatever it takes to get what they want. Nor does it grant immortality, only an illusion of it. Raising the dead from their graves, the Beckoning clothes them in flesh that is imbued with an erotic allure. These are the nohetka and feral, who retain the memories of the flesh, but nothing of the person they once were. They are drawn to the living, and through the Beckoning, the living are drawn to them, and their deaths.

But not everyone worships the fallen god. In the far east, beyond the Dohminar Mountains, there are men who follow the old ways, using runes to ward their homes and villages from the Beckoning.

When Jan Ulwin, a boy on the cusp of manhood, loses everyone he loves to the nohetka and feral, he swears an oath of vengeance, and the Beckoning responds, shaping him into a vessel filled with rage and hate, death and destruction. And Jan must decide what matters more to him, vengeance, or his humanity.

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Produktdetails

• Verlag: TOK PUBLISHING
• Erscheinungstermin: 21. Mai 2021
• Englisch
• ISBN-13: 9781463741440
• Artikelnr.: 67316377

Autorenporträt

Born in Albuquerque New Mexico, I grew up in the Rocky Mountains, moving to Colorado when I was seven. An avid outdoors man, I spend a lot of time camping and working with the Boy Scouts. I had little interest or time for school, which was a distraction from the places I wanted to go, worlds of science and vast, mysterious technologies and races. Or to the arctic tundra in company of White Fang, and Jack London. I thrilled to the adventures of the Hardy Boys and combed the pages of the Worldcraft Encyclopedias. From their pages I learned about the Earl of Sandwich, and the invention of that staple of school lunches which are named after the famous gambler.

These were my drugs, my addiction, and my abstraction from reality. I read walking home from school. I read late into the night. I read when I should have been in school, and as a consequence, I'm convinced I got a better, more diverse education that most of my peers. It was only natural that I would want to write one of those marvelous vessels of the imagination.

And as a writer, you'd think I'd be really good at segues, but you'd be wrong. Speaking of which...

We tend to think that the realm of make-believe is for children, but it is also the realm of writers, though children own it more wholly than do adults. For us it is an escape, for the child it simply IS. When children make believe, they're not pretending to be something they're not. They become what they play at. Their iteration of imagination is absolute as they invest themselves in their imaginary world with complete abandon.

​They do not play to escape the drudgery of life, as adults do, but simply to play. Nothing more, and yet it us so very much more than we know (or remember from our own childhood), for many of us have forgotten how to play. The rare exception to that is a book. When we read, it is with whole abandon. When we open a book, we can shut out the world and imagine the way we did when we were children.

​I prefer "make believe" the way children do it. It's how I write, and it's how I invite you to read my stories.