Primeval Origins: Light of Honor

B. A. Vonsik

Description

Multiple-award winning Primeval Origins: Light of Honor is the second book in this epic Fantasy/SciFi story telling of the origins of mankind, our heavenly hosts, and of the eternal war between the goodness of the Light and the evils of Darkness. Join in the grand adventure revealing humanity's heroic struggles against terrible tyrannies, deadly dinosaurs, beasts of old, and ancient gods answering the question, "What if all of our myths and legends are true?" Book 2 in the Primeval Origins epic series. AWARDS and HONORS: Winner, Epic Fantasy Book of the Year, 2017 Independent Press Awards; 2nd Place, Fantasy Book of the Year, 2016 Reader Views Literary Awards; Merit, Fiction/Fantasy Book of the Year, 2016 CIPA EVVY Award; Finalist, Fantasy Book of the Year, 2016 International Book Awards; Finalist, E-Book Fiction Book of the Year, 2016 Next Generation Indie Book Awards; Finalist, Science Fiction, 2016 Best Book Award; Epic Fantasy, High Fantasy, Fantasy, Science Fiction, Young Adult, Action & Adventure, Myth & Legend, Dystopian, Good and Evil, Kindle Book. Fleeing across the sea from enemies familiar and unknown, the crew of the Wind Runner and I fight for our lives as we struggle to keep safe our strange and ancient cargo, the unconscious Rogaan and Aren. We have need the help of these warriors of old as we battle deadly Tyr super-soldiers of the New World Order, now commanded by the forces of the Crescent Moon, intent on taking our ancient cargo for themselves. I suffer horribly the wrath of the Tyr when protecting the unrisen Horsemen, hurling me to the brink of death and back into the ancient world of mankind's first civilization, reliving the past through the eyes of the then young and aspiring warrior Rogaan and the mystic Aren. As my Light, again, plunges into the maelstrom of our deep past experiencing a culture both simultaneously primitive and advanced, as our ancient ancestors struggle against self-corruptions and unseen powers born of jealous entitlements by their celestial gods and unknown intelligences. In these remembrances, I am witness to terrible injustices and impossible trials levied by the covetous tyrannies against Rogaan, Aren, and many others. In the here and now, I find rising deep questions about humanity's origins and the seemingly eternal battle between the goodness of the Light and the selfish evils of the Darkness. I, Nikki, now standing at the precipice at the end of mankind's Fourth World-Age, bare testimony of our undiscovered history, in these blue steel epics, revealing the origins of the Horsemen of Prophecy... before the sounding of the trumpets. Visit the Primeval Origins websites at: www.celestialfurypublishing.com, www.primevalorigins.com, www.facebook.com/primevalorigins. The websites are loaded with news and more and the Primeval Origins Encyclopedia and Lexicon (all the background matter that you just can't stuff into books).

Sujets

• Fantastique
• Epic Fantasy
• Science Fiction
• Adventure
• Fiction
• Action

Informations

• Publié par: Outskirts Press
• Date de parution: 13 février 2018
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781478796381
• Langue: English

Extrait

This is a work of fiction. The events and characters described herein are imaginary and are not intended to refer to specific places or living persons. The opinions expressed in this manuscript are solely the opinions of the author and do not represent the opinions or thoughts of the publisher. The author has represented and warranted full ownership and/or legal right to publish all the materials in this book.

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Primeval Origins

By B.A.Vonsik

Paths of Anguish
Light of Honor
Awards and Praise for Light of Honor
Awards
AWARD WINNING, Fantasy Book of the Year, 2016 Reader Views Literary Awards, 2nd.
AWARD WINNING, Fantasy Book of the Year, 2016 International Book Awards, Finalist
AWARD WININNG, E-Book Fiction Book of the Year, 2016 Next Generation Indie Book Awards, Finalist
AWARD WINNING, Fiction/Fantasy Book of the Year, 2016 CIPA EVVY Award, Merit
AWARD WINNING, Epic Fantasy Book of the Year, 2017 Independent Press Awards, Winner
Praise
“Author B.A. Vonsik has done an absolutely amazing job in creating characters that readers will connect with and relate to... Vonsik’s skill in world creation is simply second to none.” 5 STARS, Tracy Slowiak for Readers’ Favorite
“An absorbing read throughout, “Primeval Origins: Light of Honor” is an original science fiction story that is highly recommended for high school and community library YA Fiction collections.” Midwest Book Review
“All readers, regardless of them having read the first volume or not, will feel like they have been deposited onto a whirling tornado or the crest of a tsunami, and the best thing to do is ride it out to the very end. I find it to be a very exhilarating ride!” Maria C. Cuadro
“An epic fantasy that will take you to the edge of time and keep you on the edge of your seat.” 5 STARS, Rabia Tanveer for Readers’ Favorite
“This series is destined to be recognized as a classic.” Paige Lovitt for Reader Views (Fantasy Book of the Year)
“Story that’s always alive with possibilities, and it keeps readers guessing...an ambitious, often engaging adventure through time.” KIRKUS Reviews

Morality . . . Creation’s precious gift to mortal life, alive within the Spark of Spirit; the bedrock sustaining fellowships, nourishing trust, and the principles of governance uplifting humanity from the beasts. For life, absent Morality, is existence as lowly animals driven in compelling purpose by the primal imperatives of survival, possession, and dominance, never heeding to ethical Principles, Virtues, and Righteousness.

Honor wielded . . . the sword of Morality rejects corruption and tyranny, the immortal enemies of the Light. Honor shields the Light from the devourer of virtues and righteous deeds . . . temptation, as disease consumes mortal flesh, leaving what Light remains twisted and defiled; tis the Honor within Light, the authority of strength and courage to resist . . . fight . . . repel . . . and push back corruption of self and governance with piercing sight, able to see purposeful illusions of collective imperatives and deceptions that incrementally lay the nets of slavery and tyranny over the unaware.

Morality absent Honor leads not to the benevolent nor the trusting nor the compassionate, but to selfishness, self-corruption, and the tyrannical heart, all acting in righteous guises and caring proclamations casting illusions to the unaware. Shadows of truth allowing lies to be embraced with nary a wary glance, and the immoral without merit; Morality without Honor dims the Light, defiling with a corrupting taint making the Light . . . selfish . . . dark . . . evil . . . unworthy in Judgment.

Morality embraced in Honor . . . highly sought by Creation; for without both guiding the creature man, no trust can be given as no trust is earned; no agreements hold, no oaths bind, no laws stand, no governances endure, no civilizations survive. Free Will binds by mortal choices in each Light’s journey toward Righteousness or immorality. Creation’s purpose declared in Commandments fixing Righteousness from the immoral, sets the path to virtuous life, and measure affirming or denying each Light in Judgment.

Endless are the canards and challenges to Morality and Honor . . . For the intent of the immoral, from lowliest governed to loftiest pronouncing rule, is redefinition of the high-sought bedrock. A redefinition born of self-weakness seeking securities, comforts, pleasures, and dominion over others, all with purpose satisfying selfish desires and wants cloaked as needs and rights; though none hold firm justifications in such ill-formed covets, only Creation’s standard endures weigh and measure as Morality embraced in Honor held firm within the Light is Creation’s vanguard against all that is foul, all that is evil in the cosmos.

The Harbinger of Judgments
Prologue
Vanquisher
The gray-colored, nonslip-coated deck under Nikki’s feet and the belly-high composite rail she tightly gripped rose and fell with the rolling swells of an anxious sea in the late afternoon’s fading orange-hued sky. The fresh-scented ocean spray periodically filled her nose as the ninety-meter exploration yacht cruised the unsettled Atlantic waters somewhere in the Caribbean. How fast . . . She guessed fifteen knots, maybe more? This was all new to her. The strangely configured yacht was stable and durable . . . built for research in the most hostile places around the globe, as she was told by one of the crew. It had few comforts one would consider luxury, though the ship’s stabilizers combined with its design kept the decks mostly level as the bow cut through the agitated sea kicked up by a retreating storm to the southwest. Nikki needed medication to keep herself upright and not lose her stomach despite the ship’s advanced features. The downside to the medication, when added to the unrelenting high-speed cruising of the past four days, allowed Nikki little sleep. She would have protested to the ship’s captain commanding their continuous high speeds causing an unrelenting pounding to the ship and crew . . . if it had not been needed to evade United Nations ships and aircraft hunting them. Nikki still had a difficult time believing the U.N. hunted them. She didn’t understand their motives if doing so, but the crew was convinced; so Nikki quietly endured. When she lay in her bunk resting, she did so in a semi-meditative way. She felt tired, fatigued . . . out of “go juice.” Though, as bad as Nikki felt, Anders looked worse standing next to her . . . pale-green skin color, bloodshot eyes, congestion sounding to be in his sinuses and upper chest. Fortunately, he wasn’t running a fever she knew of or Nikki would see him bunk-ridden. Anders insisted on “staying vertical,” as he put it . . . and not in his bunk, despite his walking around the ship sometimes as if drunk. He insisted on being awake for any new findings from the medical lab where their unconscious “friends” were being examined by Doctor Dunkle for the past four days.
“You should be resting,” Nikki nagged at Shawn Anders again. He leaned into the safety rail of the starboard observation nest, a half-moon platform extending out from the bow side of starboard deck five. Anders, dressed in his now washed dark khaki field shirt and even darker pants and field boots, looked as if he was about to lose his dinner. Nikki cringed in sympathy.
“I’m not going to be wrapped in a blanket when the most significant discovery made by mankind ever is meters away being examined,” Anders shot back defiantly and angrily. “I should be in there! And so should you! They won’t even give us PDAs or remote monitors to let us watch what they’re doing. ‘ Operational security, ’ they say! ‘ Anyone could listen in ,’ they say! How is anyone to function beyond remote dig sites these days without PDAs or PIMs?”
“The captain and crew treat us as if we’re in their way.” Nikki felt wounded at the thought of being considered so. She continued complaining, “Doctor Dunkle shoos me away when I get close to the med-lab. He says the sensors he’s using on them ‘go weird’ when I’m near.”
“How can that be?” Anders asked skeptically, then stared at the passing wake below as if expecting something to emerge from the waves, or for him to give something back to the sea. He swallowed hard, then continued. “Us . . . in the way of the crew of the Wind Runner . . . as if they’re experts in the fields of paleontology and archeology? And what’s with naming this ship Wind Runner ? It doesn’t even have sails!”
Frustration and anger filled Nikki too at being treated as insignificant. After a few moments of stewing, she decided it wasn’t healthy or helpful to do so and thought on Ander’s last question, trivia . . . a distraction. It was a curiosity, the ship’s naming . . . and it nagged at her, and she didn’t know why. Then it came to her. An ancient name she learned from her dreams. “It means ‘Im’Kas.’”
“What the hell does that mean?” Anders snapped back, then swallowed hard as he turned a slightly different shade of green.
“It’s the name of a powerful warrior from a time long ago . . . creation myth stuff,” Nikki answered as if reciting an excerpt from a history book. “The language is Antaalin, a very ancient precursor to the Sumerian language of 3,