Out of the Darkness by K Caffee #Fallreading #bookboost @books_n_pearls


The Followers of Torments Saga


Book 1: Out of the Darkness
            Nameless was orphaned at birth in the cells of the Melkreschen gladiator pits. He struggles to learn the skills needed to prosper under his trainer, and to survive the bloody combat, where success means living another day and failure means death.

Offered to the dark goddess of the realm, he is accepted as one of Hers. Living by her sufferance, he strives towards freedom and survival. If he wins his way to freedom, will he remain Her living avatar or will he seek to become his own person?

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A little bit about the series:
The series started as a role play back story for Nameless about 10 years ago.  When the group I played with drifted apart, I thought I was done with him.  In August of 1014, the story decided it was not done with me.  I was enrolled in college with a daunting schedule of twelve graduate level hours when the story caught up to me.  I was given the ultimatum:  Write the story, or I wouldn’t be allowed to sleep.
I tried, I really did try to wiggle out of the clutches of my writing bug.  Obviously, it won, and I lost.  However, despite being a little overwhelmed at times, I’m grateful for where this story has taken me.  It is a dark fantasy, yet I also feel that it provides a little hope for those suffering from mental illness.  In researching for both Nameless, and one of the support characters who is introduced in Into the Sunlits, there are a wide range of issues I wind up touching on.  From being ostracized, exiled, and neglected to being accepted despite having a mental disorder, or looking different.
Yes, some of the actual facts are well hidden – this is fantasy after all – but at the core of each character that is introduced, there is something there that today’s society finds reason to hate, fear, or distrust.  And, yet, through it all, Nameless and his captives grow as people, and find acceptance among themselves.
As an author, I have taken up the challenge I offer to any other writer, blogger, or fellow published author – be a beacon of hope.  It does not matter which genre you write in, you can still show the world and influence your readers, that being different does not mean you cannot find and make friends.

Out of the Darkness Excerpt:

Beginning Anew
As he ran through the streets in the poorest section of the City, many eyes turned to follow him in puzzlement. There had been no general alarm sounded, none of the residents had heard of any plans for a general riot, and none of the guards did one ounce more work than necessary for their shift. If he was late for reporting in, then he was going the wrong way. If he was off shift, then he was heading the wrong way. He should be heading in the direction of the Guard friendly taverns instead of toward the Exiled Fringe.
A few youngsters attempted to keep pace with him, but had to desist after only a few blocks due to the general condition of their malnutrition. Nameless increased his pace as the general population levels fell, reaching full speed just as he hit the fields of fungus separating the Warrens from the Exiled Fringe. In sheer exuberance, he pushed the pace even further, pushing himself into an all out sprint that carried him three quarters around the perimeter of the City’s circumference. When he felt his breathing start to become ragged, he allowed his pace to slow into a steady ground-eating lope. He then maintained this pace for several glass before slowing again to a jog to finish the last quarter perimeter necessary to bring him “home”.
When he approached the crevice he considered to be his, he stopped briefly to strip off the sweat soaked, encumbering uniform. Retaining only his belt, from which he hung the pouch he never let leave his side, he did some light stretching before starting to work through his normal exercise routines. Without consciously realizing it, his rhythms were paced by his heartbeat with each set of movements delineated by the periodic gongs that rang throughout the city marking each glass as it crept past. When he finished his last cool down set, he was happy to return to his crevice for a well-earned sleep.
A slight movement toward the back of the crevice, however, put him back on full alert, waking his senses to Arena readiness, and his mind to full alert. He paused long enough to let his torch blinded eyes adjust to his preferred dimness. When the movement did not occur again, he carefully approached the spring softly burbling at the back of his home, his eyes lashing every surface for any trace of movement. What he found, instead, was a mound of food left as gifts in exchange for the use of his water source. The movement had been caused by some of the mound settling in on itself.

Bio:

K. Caffee is a full time graduate student who has bowed to the pressures of her muse to get the stories she likes to tell out into the big world. She has always enjoyed entertaining others with her flights of fancy, and now invites you to come along for the ride. When she is not writing, or studying, she is a willing servant to her two cats who sometimes provide inspiration for her stranger characters.

If you’d like to connect with me, here are my social Media Links:
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Blog - https://pukahworks.wordpress.com
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