The man in the robe and gold/black plague doctor mask is a character from the book. He's referred to as "The Greek." He was pretty persistent about being in the video and reading these verses from the future. One night he startled me awake at around 3am, and gave me an ultimatum: if I don't post this video to Kickstarter, then he would abandon my novel and worm his way into some other poor writer's head. If you want to read the verses for greater comprehension, I've posted them below.
I have been working on this novel into the wee hours of every morn for the past year and a half. The first draft is complete and is in the process of revision. My heart and soul are in this tale, and I wouldn't put it out there if I thought it would disappoint my readers.
It would delight me to no end if a million people read this story, and I'll feel the same if it moves a single soul.
The story weaves together a tapestry of all the things I love and find fascinating: mythology, secret societies, dragons, genetic engineering, dystopic futures, the Pacific Northwest (I represent this region & the city I reside in, Eugene, with pride), alternative history, Neanderthals, speculative technologies, the world of science, word play & riddles & poems and strong dynamic characters & plots.
I put the craft of entertaining storytelling first. I guarantee that you will chortle & gasp as you make your way through the pages I've penned. Some might make you angry, others could make you cry -- and by the end, you'll be begging for more.
Readers, fools and mad dreamers all we are
Sunk under a sundered ship of ill time;
Books, dares and slumber reveal the hour
Of a secret sea ebbing in this rhyme.
For time has fooled you as history has
In ancient orations oft repeated;
All things seen and known do concern me as
This book is of histories deleted.
My true letters catch up to the truth that
Science and tech are seven steps ahead
Of modern belief, it's fraud to say that
Ancient-mind was just blind faith and dull lead.
By what do I mean? Time travel, dragons,
Light speed and genetics all are old hat
For our Lords then, now and the coming ones –
Wisdom is a sewer only known to the Rat!
The mind is a mine for treasures and gold
It's surely true now as it's always been;
Scour the dank dungeons and tales of old,
Mines of the mind as they've forever been.
Come slip away with me in these pages
That I pen for you from my head and heart;
So you may sup the Fate of the Ages
In this tale where each of us plays a part!
Hear this verse close for in the lines that flow
Forth on this page tell of me and the show,
The plot and the point of these verses glow
They surely should give all you need to know.
In the heart of the Union, there's a state
Where footprints of a girl named Kris can be traced.
A future century ahead from this date,
I've written below with a measured haste.
It's true her tale is told in these pages,
Alongside the stories of the enemy.
A year passed that felt like ages,
This drama whole sorted out inside of me.
It all begins with a wish for riches
And a plan to give the riches away.
But there's never a scratch for itches
That will always be there anyway.
It's wealth to hear the age old song that sings
Loud and clear, of life and love and all.
None of that'll be here, save a tale that stings,
Creeps you out like bile from the gall.
Plans first made are solid at the start,
But in time it's true that they all crack up.
These journeys are never clear until the heart
Breaks, its muscles soft for the Fates to sup.
This very land we stand on today
Beaver state, Oregon it'll still be called,
Where Kris steals and lies and kills her way
To OPTIC-STEM's crown, where power's bald.
From the top of the world, Kris knows damn well
To keep alive her eyes, ears and mouth stay shut.
The same goes for me, but for her it'd be hell
If she spilled her story straight from the gut.
Kris never had a chance to do the same
But what matter? Time for Kris never set
As it did for me, for her 'twas a game –
Past and what's to come, what's got and what's to get.
Floods rushed to take from the land what belongs
To the waters from a time that's been long lost.
Serpents clouded skies then, and some sung songs
Of battles in ash, and lives we lost.
The winter of time has always been its name
When fire melts ice and earth, and death gets strong.
It happens in both future and past, so don't blame
Modern lords of this earth for all that's wrong.
Nuke weapons, plagues and the Great Illusion
Torment past time, ours, and the time to come;
True Names stays hidden in a collusion
Of heady Powers fallen from Wine & Rum.
Now there's a tech called Ver that dominates
All nooks and crannies and bodies and brains;
The group called OPTIC-STEM owns and operates
This control grid that keeps brains in their reins.
Kris, the Hero, turns out to be the One
Who's plucked by Fate to upend and break
The powers that be, the Great Illusion –
By end she's left gasping, “Who's real, who's fake?”
Silver coins engraved with dragons and moons
Dictate our Hero's path with deep prophecy
Writ to wake up Fate's own blessings and boons
In Greek, Latin, Sanskrit, all tongues hoary.
Secrets are born to die once they take shape,
I'll write them to you in letters of cloud,
So that when evil whispers with lips agape
Into my ear, the message is sane and sound.
No doubt you'll read tragedy, dragons and death
Fill these pages with woe, blood and pain.
For what's it worth, the pages that are left
Will raise humors that keep one well and sane.
If all you wanted was to travel through time
Then this story is all you'll ever need.
A fair trade to me, this book for dollar or dime,
Fair price for fair warning for you to heed.
I wrote these words fluidly from a pen
That's plucked from an unquenched vein.
I splattered these words across the page when
Night fell across the globe of dirt and pain.
Future cries, “Free me from these golden chains!
Again the wheel of time has struck decay.
Fools! If only your eyes could see see my pains,
And the bold pains waiting if you delay!”
Let my verse be clear for a chance to stand
That you may decipher what'll happen next
In these pages that dripped from my hand
For it serves nobody at all if you're vexed.
Time is cruel no matter what's ever said –
The tavern's laughter, the tyrant's scepter,
The gossip's chatter in time's body all fall dead –
All tweets, Lords and twits to dust time does render.
Readers! Fools! Dreamers!
All you Kickstarters, Listen!
I know the strange curve of plots and shadows. I willed myself across the bends of time to share your destiny. I dare you to deny the truth I bring, that one hundred years from now the blood of millions will flow down these steps.
Be silent, and hear the sober bell toll!
Dragons will be made here on these steps!
Secret oaths will be sworn on this territory!
Pages from the future will be ripped out and shred on this ground!
And all will know then, as they do now …
That the author of this madness was, is, and always has been …
Oh, who have I tried to kid with a pen
That spills sour ink pressed from sour apples,
A notebook full of scratches, uh, I got drunk again –
“It's all mad anyways,” so what if my pen baffles?
Allow me just a chicken and a pot
Scribblers don't need much to write and live,
This tale I have, I know it's not a lot
To add fat to the stock of letters, but
it's all I have to give!
So here we are, it's time for the best part
You watched the video until the end –
Thanks Kickstarters, y'all sure are so smart!
I just know you'll share this with both foe and friend.
And if you don't, I'll reserve your spot in
A future horror not so golden!
WHITHER YOUR $$$?
* $2000 for editing, which is a fair wage for developmental, copy & line editing services.
* $1000 to commission a high quality book cover. I have a vision that must be fulfilled. Nothing less will cut it.
* $1000 for marketing & promotion and print copies for distribution to bookstores & reviewers.
STRETCH GOALS ! @ # $ % ^ & * ( ) _ +
This will be updated once target goal is close to being hit.