Dear Ms. Meadows:
Nikolas never cared much for birthdays viewing them as just heartless reminders of the mother he never knew. A simple life was all he wanted free from his fears of abandonment and death - a tall order for the only son of a military man. Ten years old with his whole life before him, Nikolas has no idea how hard his struggle is about to become.
Nikolas is changing in ways he never imagined - wounds healing before his eyes, causing objects to disappear only to reappear at his command, forcing others to submit to his will, and this is just the beginning. Determined to unlock the secrets behind his abilities, Nikolas tests the limits of his powers. But Nikolas best beware, such powers never go unnoticed.
Watching from afar, Chaos has been waiting for this moment long before the boy was ever born. Believing Nikolas’s existence to be a coincidence, fearing it to be destiny, Chaos can only watch as the supposed savior of his race dabbles in powers he has yet to understand. Ancient and powerful, living beyond the world of man, Chaos knows the dangers the boy faces, that every discovery he makes draws him closer to the one being who will stop at nothing to destroy him. But there is something else Chaos knows; the secret to the boy’s survival lies not only in conquering his fears, but in discovering the one thing he never expected…Nikolas isn’t human.
Hoping to carry you away to another world, I’d like to submit for your review, Road’s End, a 106,400-word Y/A epic fantasy set against an ancient Aegean backdrop.
Thank you in advance for your time, and I look forward to hearing from you.
Banking sharply, it cut across the sky and alighted gently upon the open ground crowning the slope. No sooner had it folded its wings it disappeared in a brilliant flash leaving behind a figure cloaked in black. Turning around, the figure gazed down over Road’s End. The villa stood in a clearing nestled high upon the bluff with the sea sparkling behind in the morning sun – little had changed.
His crystalline eyes shone like fire as he searched the grounds below, haunted by a warning from the distant past.
Words…just words…nothing more.
He continued to scan the area. Though all seemed quiet, he could not shake the gnawing anticipation, challenging all he held to be true.
It is not possible…it cannot be done.
Closing his eyes, he renewed his convictions, shunning the thought from his mind. Then it happened. It passed over his body, a subtle change in pressure, an increase charge to the air, leaving behind a hollow feeling of shattered faith. Wary, he opened his eyes, scanning the area once again…still nothing. Unable to make sense of it, it was impossible to deny the presence he now felt. Determined to find the answer, he blinked; his blazing eyes reappeared, sheathed in silver. The yellows, blues, reds, and all the colors in between vanished, replaced by ghostly images, gossamer outlines alive in ever-changing color. He found what he had secretly dreaded. Cutting across the clearing, a figure of light came to a stop, appearing to turn in his direction.