Meet Kyra Dune: Web of Light

Web of Light

From time to time I spotlight a fellow indie author.  Why?  Have I read the book and endorse it?  No, spotlighting an indie author is the most cost effective way indie authors have to advertise their stories.  If you follow me at all you will know I am a good spirited person who believes that a simple act of kindness is what will make for a better world.  Besides, Kyra writes about dragons and that can’t be bad.  If you are looking for something new and independent, give her works a try.  Who knows, you may find a new favorite author, and if you do, please pay forward the kind act with a rating or a review.

NEW RELEASE: Web of Light by Kyra Dune
Genre: YA Fantasy
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When Queen Eanndra calls the leaders of the Territories and their heirs to Star Mountain for a Conclave, none of them expect to have their lives changed forever by the repercussions of a war that ended three hundred years ago.

With the return of the Web of Light, chaos and destruction must surely follow.

Sides will be chosen.
Friendships won and lost.

For within every heart lies the dark seed of betrayal.

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His mother had always warned him to beware of the gods. They were a capricious lot, she had said, with little care for the frailty of mortal life. And if one was calling Seva into the temple, then her life was at risk.
Valdor didn’t hesitate, didn’t take even a moment to think on what might happen, he simply ran. What he hit was not a solid wall, but a sort of thickness. For him, passing the statue was like walking through water with weighted feet. The air pressed against him, trapping the breath in his lungs. And it was cold. So cold what little breath he could manage frosted before his eyes.
He broke free to the other side as Seva entered the temple. After glancing back once at the other heirs, Valdor sprinted across the open space and up the steps to the door. There, he paused. Before him was a wide chamber, almost every inch of which was covered with a mosaic depicting a bloody battle between figures unlike any creatures he had ever seen. It hurt his mind to gaze too long upon any one of them.

Instead, he focused his attention on Seva, who was standing in the only clear spot in the chamber. A twisted rope painted on the floor made a circle around this spot and above it a Gari-Za woman in flowing gray robes sat on a throne of flames. A benevolent smile touched the woman’s lips, but her eyes were cold black orbs.

Seva’s head was tilted back as if she were looking up at the woman, but her eyes were closed. Valdor moved cautiously forward, wincing as his footsteps echoed in the silence. His lips parted and he started to speak her name, but the word wouldn’t come. The feeling in this place was something so foreign to his senses he couldn’t name it. It crawled across his skin and made his ears buzz.

He came to a stop when he reached the rope circle. Fear was an acid taste at the back of his throat. Much as he wanted to reach out for Seva, there was a deep feeling of alarm inside him that would not allow his feet to move forward.
If things had gone on much longer, he might have worked up the nerve to do it, because he was not really as much of a coward as his father had made him believe he was. But he didn’t have to.

Seva’s entire body bucked, her back arching and her neck snapping back. She drew in a gasping breath, then collapsed. Valdor caught her before she hit the floor as her upper body crossed the line to his side. She shivered as if cold, then grew still. Valdor pulled her the rest of the way out of the circle, then lifted her up into his arms. She was light, but he was unused to such labor and staggered under her weight. Still, he managed to carry her out of the temple.
Once they were down the steps and crossing the open space, Seva stirred and her eyelids fluttered open. Valdor gazed down into her bright blue eyes and was lost. Any uncertainty about his feelings toward her evaporated in that moment.

“If I put you down, can you walk?” he asked.

“I…I think so. Yes.” She looked over his shoulder toward the temple. “What happened in there?”

“Don’t you know?” He carefully put her back on her feet

Her eyes met his again as she shook her head. “I remember looking up at the statue and hearing Iza talk about the chosen one. Then everything is a blank. Except…” She laid a steadying hand against his arm. “I don’t know. I feel…something, but it’s…” She sighed. “I’m so tired all of a sudden.”

“Come on.” He slid his arm around her waist. “Let’s get you back to the carriage.”

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Kyra Dune was born in Oklahoma, but spent most of her life travelling with her family. She is the author of eleven fantasy novels, including: Shadow of the Dragon, Elfblood, and Firebrand. As a child, her favorite stories were those that told of ordinary children being whisked away to magical lands. She has yet to find her own secret wardrobe or rabbit hole, but she hasn’t given up the search. You never know what might be waiting over the next rainbow.

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Religious Similarities – Construction of a Mythology

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Have you ever noticed that many religions have stories so similar that you wonder if all religions were founded and then modified from a single mythology?  I not insinuating all religions are myths, but they all have common themes: creation, life, and end of times.

When I began contemplating my very own mythology, I did not want to confuse most of my readers.  I wanted the very first few chapters to be about the creation story, the first beings to be given life and wisdom, and the fall of spiritual beings that would lead to the quest for power.  The rest of the story concerns characters who must deal with the life of being mortal and an ultimate battle between good and evil.  Again, these are the foundations of a mythology.  I wanted a reader to connect my story to the similarities of the Pentateuch, which are known by the three major religions of Judaism, Islam and Christianity. These religions comprise 54% of the world’s population.  Because of this a majority of readers would find many similarities with their current knowledge. My mythology is pure fiction, it is not meant to offend or blaspheme their religion, but to shed light on goodness,  and a story that should bring out the best in all of us, for Allivar means – The One Family.

I am not the first to construct their own literary mythology. My major inspiration was from J.R.R. Tolkien, who created his creator – Eru,  his universe – Ea, and finally the world – Arda.  I cannot fully comprehend the world of Tolkien without delving into the Silmarillion.  Therefore it was my first quest in this creative writing process to not create an entire book on creation and ancient history, but to compress the history in the first nine chapters.  This should give the reader all the context needed for the stories that follow.  I am taking a different path than Tolkien.  One I that hope keeps the reader intrigued, entertained, enthralled, and thinking.  Here is how I am constructing this mythology.

First, I tell the entire mythology in the three books of the trilogy – The Chosen One of Allivar. In the first book of the trilogy are brief references to the ten heavenly worlds and how nine of them fall, and of the first six ages of the last world standing – Allivar. Once the context is laid, I move the story into a higher pace to close out book one.  Book two and three are very fast reads, because the developmental phase of the mythology has been completed.

Second, those brief references in book one allow me the opportunity to develop nine stories, in detail, of the fall of those worlds, and of their heroes and heroines. In these tales, I can expand upon how evil forces corrupt the immortals into their falling, how they interfere with nature to create giants, dragons and other unholy beasts. These shall be tragedies, but with a twist at the end of each one, which will further supplement the full meaning of the trilogy.  However, I wanted to make certain a reader’s questions were all answered in the trilogy without having to wait for future releases. These future stories are told by characters in the trilogy just as all myths are, for they are sacred stories passed down from generation to generation.

Third, I devoted brief references in the first book to the six ages that precede the arrival of Arimar – The Chosen One.  Again, think about The Lord of the Rings. What happened in the first and second ages of Middle-Earth?  How did Sauron come to be? Who was Gandalf and where did he come from? What ancient world did the Balrog come from? Didn’t you want to know more detail?  I know I did.  Allivar is the world were good and evil finally match wits and battle for the sake of all mortals.  You will find yourself thinking not only of Bilbo and Frodo’s journey, but you will also connect with the story of Moses.

Finally, there will be a final story, book #19 – The Age of Light, that will tie together all the detail to complete this mythology.  This mythology may be my only writing in my life, but if it goes as planned, the reader will have nineteen stories to read.  My hope is that the stories will never age and you find yourself rereading to discover more, as I have with Tolkein’s work.  I have constructed this mythology, now all it requires is readers like you.  Come with me on the journey of discovery with Arimar, just as you had with Perseus, Bilbo and Frodo.

Prepare for Battle!

You surely recall Gandalf saying these words as Minas Tirith was about to come under siege by the forces of Sauron, “Prepare for Battle.”  When I began writing the siege of Masara in the third book of my trilogy, Last Stand of the Living, I wanted to exceed the battle scene of Pelennor Fields.  In the Silmarillion, there is also the battle of sudden flames in which orcs, balrogs and dragons join Morgoth’s forces.  Unlike the Lord of the Rings, I wanted a single and decisive battle with varying twist and turns.

Let me set the scene.  The hero, Arimar, has undergone a quest to free those enslaved by a possessed king.  He has struggled mightily to return to his homelands with those he earned freedom for.  He has reconciled the races, but now he has discovered that the forces of evil are gathering an army to destroy the last of ten heavenly worlds.  These forces consist of giants, dragons, men, hybrid demons and weapons.  The forces of good are asked by the creator to do no more than withstand the onslaught for forty days and forty nights, with a final revelation to be given.  The small forces of good, 140,000 must build a five mile long wall and trench in six months to withstand this onslaught.  Arimar appoints one male each of the races as the captains for this battle to stand and defend a section along that five mile wall.

Word has been dispatched to call for aid from all of the seven races, yet the couriers are captured, leaving only the 140,000 to fight this battle against millions.  Arimar’s Dayanaran (think of someone from India) friend, Murlach, is a military engineer that designs weapons to kill as many as possible.  Everyone, including the young and elderly are taught in some manner to fight, to make their last stand.

At this point, I will give you no more details, except to prepare you for the largest battle scene, in my opinion, to ever be written, for it not only involves all the mortal forces of good and evil, but the ethereal forces as well.  My readers best describe this battle as an emotional roller coaster. The first two books set the stage of this mythical world and its characters, but the final story will grip you paragraph by paragraph. As George RR Martin kills off characters for seemingly no reason, the deaths in my story have a purpose, only revealed at the very end of times.

Prepare your heart for the battle ahead and have tissue ready.

I am Arimar

As I stand here overlooking the forces amassed against us, I ask how did it come to this?  I have now journeyed for two years and have faced evil at every turn.  Somehow I survived my journey north and freed those enslaved by King Yubal and aided in the freeing of his mind.  Yet at every step Haggarfuse and his minions watched and waited for me to stumble.  So many have looked up to me and so many times I have failed them.  Why did you choose me? What do you see that I cannot?

Our journey home through the forbidden lands cost us dearly and in those lands of death I almost lost Elissia, the one I love, yet the very one I cannot reveal my love to. Would their lives have been better had I not been born?  To carry the weight of prophecy as the chosen one of Allivar has been a struggle.  I am no immortal, even with these gifts I have been given. The immortals, these fallen stewards have risen against us all and their armies now stand before me, trembling the very ground and veiling the light of the heavens.  Their beasts and machines of war are about to be unleashed.  I fear the moment that this final war shall begin.

I have so many questions unanswered.  Who are my parents and are they still alive?  Do they suffer not knowing my fate as much as I suffer not knowing theirs?  Why was I chosen and why do the captains of the living races follow me?  Why should they lay down their lives to follow me?  I have sent out the word for aid and yet the message never made it out of the valley.  We are alone and outnumbered one hundred and forty thousand to four hundred million.  I cannot withstand this onslaught, or provide words of comfort, yet I have been asked to make a stand by the Unseen.  I do not see his purpose. Without victory all my efforts seem useless and meaningless.  Why am I here, what is to be gained?  As I turn to see my company, men and women ready to lay down their lives, I owe them everything that I am.  Why do they follow me?  Why did you choose me?

For forty days the battle has raged and all around me, all that I have befriended and loved as my own family, lie dead before me. They have fought beyond recall. I have been cursed by the sole survivors and now I stand alone.  My body is mortally wounded, yet nothing is as painful as my heart which now bursts. Have we, have I been forsaken by you my creator?  I have a choice, be taken by you now or stand for the last of the living.  By my death, should the last heavenly world of Allivar remain, then my purpose would have been just.  Just remember me, my creator, the one you named the messenger. What message shall I leave when the world succumbs to defeat and darkness, when I could not protect them.  I would give my life here and now, for peace and a new day’s dawn. Why did you choose me?

As the darkness almost takes me there a glorious light. My spirit is renewed and a voice calls out to me.  “I have chosen well.  You shall suffer no more doubts and all your questions shall fade.  You have stood as I have asked. Now prepare for my stand.  Now who are you?”

I am Arimar, the Chosen One of Allivar.

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Mapping Your Epic Journey

Although I cannot speak for every author, I assume those that create an epic adventure begin with the world in which the story will revolve.  The lands, the peoples of those lands, the creatures, geography and the plot will all revolve around where the characters are in the current narrative.  When I began my epic tale, I began first with a map of the world.  Then I sectioned the world into provinces, capitals and major cities, oceans, rivers, on and on.

From the map you are assisting the reader gain a visualization, and of time and distance.  You may find yourself tweaking the map before your story is completed.  I know I did.  The hero of my tale had to set foot into all ten provinces to awaken evil forces and to draw out the free beings of the seven races to his cause.  For in the last story of my trilogy there is all out world war.  No one is spared, for the goal of evil is to destroy the first heavenly world created, but the last to fall.  Now that I am writing the Chronicles, I will have nine other maps to make and nine stories to chronicle their utter failure, due to the influence of evil.

For me the map creating process was one of my favorite parts of writing this tale.  I am not a literary genius, my grammar and sentence structure is poor.  What I can do is visualize the world and the story.  Then I go on an expedition to find the words that capture the world for the reader.  I ratchet up the action with each book, to an exhausting finale, that has everyone in the world of Allivar taking a stand.  They must take that stand, the last paradise is at stake.  If you decide to take the chance of reading my tale, you will soon find yourself in a unique world, with unique characters, and an original story ten years in the making.

Enjoy the journey!

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Dragons of the Marog

Ever since I was a small child I was fascinated by monsters.  Whether it was those that appeared in B-rated movies, or in novels, the battle between mortals and these monsters enthralled me.  Usually I felt it was impossible for the hero to defeat such forces, but somehow they always found the way.  In particular, dragons have always been my favorite monster.  Part dinosaur, part flame thrower.  Some are winged and terrify from the air, some earth bound, or hidden in the crevices waiting for an unsuspecting victim.

When I began developing the plot for my mythological trilogy, The Chosen One of Allivar, monsters had to be present to heighten the adventure and danger.  I began book one, Rise of the Fallen, by giving the reader hints of the history of my created worlds and the wars once held against dragons.  In one narrative, Arimar the hero as a young boy listens to his caretaker’s stories over a campfire about the dragons of the Marog (Forbidden Lands) and how they were bound to those lands in a previous age.   The hero is told to avoid the Marog at all cost.  An event in the first book leaves no option open for the reluctant hero.  For him to return home, the Marog is his only path.  This is a clue to the reader where the plot is bound to.

In book two, Bound to Forbidden Lands, I play around with two meanings of the word “bound.”  Bound to the Marog are four guardian Dragons that watch over the northern and southern entrances. In the Marog is Gold and other resources that people covet for greed and power sake.  The creator placed the watchers, the Gregoron, to watch over the gold.  Like the tale of the Nephilim the watchers kidnap and imprison mortal women, to give birth to their offspring, the Luminars and Luminags. Evil forces also experiment with creating giants, also bound to the lands. The Marog is heavily watched and guarded, none that have entered ever leave.  But Arimar has no choice, it is his only path home with five hundred thousand followers. So, his company is bound to the Marog.

I ratchet up the adventure in book two, with the battles the company engages with their enemies inside the Marog.  When the remnants of the company are almost safe they come to a dead end where the guardians converge upon them with fiery wrath.  How does it end or do they escape?  This is the hook, the catch, the cliff hanger.

In book three, Last Stand of the Living, I bring the reader into the frenzied pace of all out war.  A war which includes the unleashing of all evil forces bound to the Marog and the underworld, and yes all of the dragons.  I recall in the Simarillion, the battle of the sudden flame, where Dragons, Balrogs and Orc are unleashed upon the lands.  The imagery of that simple narrative inspired me to the unleashing of my imagination and the monsters of my mind.  If you are up to the challenge of this story, book three is intended to exhaust you emotionally.  And like the imagery witnessed in the movie version of Lord of the Rings, my narrative should capture your imagination of the greatest battle ever fought between the forces of good and evil.

In December we will all be able to see how the narrative of The Hobbit is played out on the screen, and get a glimpse of Smaug the Golden.  I don’t know about you, but I can’t wait.  In the meantime, if you are up to an epic adventure, give my trilogy a try.  Be forewarned, you must invest time in the first nine chapters, which deal with creation and history. There are many clues embedded in the narratives that will explain the following 2-1/2 stories.  You may find yourself rereading to uncover those clues.  Then, all the compressed history of those nine chapters shall be unleashed in the sixteen stories to follow, the Chronicles, with even more battles of dragons and monsters.

Are you ready for dragons?