A DARK PRESENCE AWAKENING
My first novel; originally written in 2010, and published four years later after several rewrites to the point wherein I was finally(!) satisfied. It will always hold a special place in my heart due to the fact that it was a re-imagining of a story I had originally concocted, illustrated, self-published and sold as a comic series as a twelve year old boy in 1989.
Subsequently trying to take it to new places through adult eyes was one of my proudest –yet most difficult—accomplishments. But in the end, after 600+ pages, I finally had that satisfaction; a satisfaction only compounded and exceeded by the reception it received and the surprising success it garnered – thanks to you, many of the readers my many articles and columns have gifted me since my breakout in 2002. And for that, I am forever grateful.
The Plot: Arriving in the care of a female doctor for whom he senses an unusual but undeniable bond, a mysterious amnesiac with otherworldly abilities soon finds himself drawn into a Billionaire Industrialist’s intricate web of intrigue and apocalyptic horror as he journeys to find the truth of his own dark past, and the destiny that will one day define him. This is the epic story of one man’s awakening in the face of encompassing darkness; a path of both fall and salvation; a journey of monster and hero.
This is the story of Marc Slash. His legend begins here.
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“I am the flail of god. Had you not created great sins, god would not have sent a punishment like me upon you.”
- Genghis Khan.
Lybertine Tower. A gleaming beacon amongst the sea of unending red that made up this cruel empire. It stood like a luminous pillar, like a modern day tower of Babel, ruling over all other lesser structures, and still, somehow high above a virtual kaleidoscope of sickening ornateness that made up a second tier – an elite tier, where only those who were deemed to matter were allowed to exist in. All others, all those perceived undesirable – they had been and continued to be relegated far below, housed in the shattered husks of what had remained unrepaired since the Insurrection some eleven years earlier; a constant reminder of the pain they had been through, yet continued to barely survive in.
Inside this ominous symbol of DW’s ego and power, and on the very day he had been announced to address his literal subjects just a week removed from the announcement of his “miraculous survival”, a group of men, seven in total, of varying age and ethnicity, but all dressed in suits, sat at a boardroom table in a room of bright, glaring white...