Hey everybody,

I've completed work on the first book in my series and would love to hear some feedback! You might enjoy this story if you're interested in exploring a unique universe that isn't based on any preexisting works with a special emphasis on hard-hitting prose.

In terms of feedback I'm most interested in basic typos or errors, but all feedback is welcome! Please, feel free to share what you like, what you don't like, what confuses you, etc. If you want to say it, I want to hear it.

Last thing, if you end up putting it down and walking away from it, please feel free to let me know where you lost interest, but if not, that's perfectly ok, too. I understand everybody's got their own things going on so no pressure at all.

If interested, feel free to message me with a Gmail address and I will share the document with you directly (to avoid creating a public link).

Blurb

Crater’s Edge, a fringe colony beyond the westernmost reaches of the Harmonic kingdom, conjured foul images in those unfortunate few who dared ponder it: images of thugs fleeing the justice of lawful lands, images of monsters, of baleful sorceries forbidden lest their darkness avenge itself against the light of brighter realms. It was a town best known for the madmen who lived there, most feared for the one who left.

He wasn’t always mad. Raised on fables of the cradle of damnation and the Bleeding Shores, Ian had learned proper fear of gods. He was a good man, but an outcast. Nobody expected such dreadful things from him back then: the falsities of sight and sound. The murders. But frightful prophecies promised him by shadowed wraiths inspired such awful acts—desperate acts—and how desperate he’s grown.

Trapped in a recurring nightmare made vessel to a second mysterious dreamer and under the guidance of that visiting wraith, Ian must struggle against his own encroaching madness as “Into Night” ignites the epic fantasy “On Flights of Geists” to begin a journey to uncover the lost omens of ancient evils and the dangerous truths buried beneath them.

Content Warnings

• Violence
• Sexual Violence

Preferred Timeline

• month

Short snippet

Squinting at the rides of Carnival, Rouge leaned precipitously—the world corkscrewing like a house of turning mirrors—then took a few stumbling steps toward a farmer’s vending table which he draped drunkenly over. He didn’t need any damned festival to drink. Crock of shit. Children were acting like craterye, rushing about, intoxicated with foreign concoctions, drinks, and smokes. A couple of them, on two separate occasions, had crossed him wrong-ways. At least he thought they did. Beh. Not that he cared. Whether they had or hadn’t, they knew better now.

Rouge, brawler and ex-sundryman with fifty years of experience aching to unfurl into the mouths of the contemptuous, had, in a life long passed, once been feared. Out east. Long ago. He’d earned a name back then—one he deserved. In drunken confessions whispered between rough men in barside lamentations of nighttime terrors, it could be heard where cups stopped and chatter died: the Ghost of Sullengrove.

The moniker came to mean more than the man. It outgrew him, left him behind, but never far enough that he could hope to escape it—if he could even be sure he wanted to. So he coped with it the way he coped with anything: cantankerously. Rouge’s coping wasn’t the sort not to fuck a bit of notoriety into existence. Ill-tempered when he drank and doubly so when he abstained, his old ways yearned for the flavor of respect concocted through the asymmetric exchange of pain which was further, still, encouraged by his expertise. In short, the ride that he’d placed his inhibitions upon was greased and starting to spin.

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First 3 Chapters