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.
Everyone wants their next book to be the next best thing–just like the first: exhilarating and original.
“Well, Mr Fauldon, as you said: I brought you here from another place, just as Grevious was once brought…”
-Sir Knowington, from Fauldon’s Dream and the Karier of the Task, Scene XI
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.
It is here. Join Mr Fauldon in his daring venture into a realm that captivated so many from the Grand Attraction. That’s right: Euphora is back in this whimsical fantasy adventure of Mr Fauldon as he strives to obtain clarity amidst such bizarre imaginations.
Blind, bitter, and poor did the man shiver amidst the cold and biting wind. The homesteads of Albannik were bunkered for the night and the harshest winter for all they knew. The lonely mountain peek’s town was accustom to winter, but not what they had come to call the Winds of Raigor. From the eastern lands did these winds come–swiftly and like a wolf pack to an abandoned calf. Devouring and relentless did the winds turn color to white, to blue, to death. None could escape it–only cling desperately to life in prayers that it should pass.