The illusionate, the possessioners, the Fallen Ones, the Shem–here is a brief recap of them in preparation of the upcoming sequel: The Grand Illusion.
This is by no means my “New Years Resolution” post, but it is my Author’s Resolution–a preemptive showing of what I have done since 2006 and what’s in store through 2021.
Just to let you know I have not abandoned you, oh reader and friend. Here is a snippet from a scene I am finally pressing through in the Grand Illusion, the sequel to the Grand Attraction:D
Everyone wants their next book to be the next best thing–just like the first: exhilarating and original.
It was as one of those moments one finds themselves in an ever-ordinary place only to have the mind explode into unfathomable creativity. The concrete broke like puzzle pieces and the vacant transports of that great mall all lit up. Carls felt the wisp of gentle breeze to his numbing skin—exhausted, bewildered, and breathless did he gaze upon the brilliant hexes of indigo.
Magnificent it be—the pillars of emerald poised atop the prostrate marble floor.
Violet veins stretched beneath the feet of those blissful minds to dwell.
Such intrigue and by many names did its vast attractions lure;
To its radiant pillars and vibrant halls did man cling in escape of the world’s fall.
-Exert from the Grand Illusion, The Splendor of Illusion
The man stood a proud six feet with a bright pink vest and white collared, blue striped button-up shirt; his couplings were of laden gold airplanes. His checkered pants fit well to his circus-like figure and about his identity was a mouse costume mask—the man must have lost his dignity long ago to dress so bizarrely. And yet he stood composed, his hands propped into the small slits of his pink vest.
Carls was hesitant.
“Do you wish to see my merchandise?” the man asked, a red glove reaching out toward his cart. Carls betrayed a quick glance down at the Hensers. Hensers? He was selling cards?
“The Gambler,” Carls inquired, “do you know him?”
The man’s shoulders lowered, as did his tone. “Oh… so it’s you. Pity… you should have come to me first—for you can only deal with one.” (more…)