Opaque
The
Scion Saga
Book
One
Calix
Leigh-Reign
Genre:
Young Adult, Sci-Fi, Fantasy, Romance
Publisher:
Nnylluc Book Group LLC
Date
of Publication: 10/22/2016
ISBN:
9780997923988
ASIN:
0997923989
Number
of pages: 256
Word
Count: 96,910
Cover
Artist: Calix Leigh-Reign
and
Joshua Jadon
Book
Description:
"Her
crimson limbal ring glows and I focus my sight as the incandescence
dims. I clearly see it for sure this time. There's no denying it.
Carly isn't human. She's something more - and if she isn't human,
neither am I."
For
those craving an untapped Sci-Fi niche - Opaque delivers in this
gripping page-turner involving mutated Limbal rings, biokenretic
anomalies, mental dysfunction, perplexing Russian ancestry &
romance.
Cālix
takes us on an adventure that begins when 16 year old misanthropic
Adam unknowingly reaches biokenretic puberty, and his supernatural
abilities awaken to save him from his murderous intentions. His every
thought revolves around the extinction of the human race until
mysterious Afro-Russian Carly Wit stumbles into his English class one
morning. Adam notices something otherworldly about her immediately
but denies the bio-synch taking place inside of him. As he resists
their blossoming love, he battles with unnatural thoughts of his
mother.
Discovering
his origin isn't what he'd thought, he becomes determined to peel
back the layers of his lineage and unmasks a multitude of
mind-bending secrets along the way.
CHAPTER
ONE: A DARK MIND
The rust scented
liquid oozes from my nostrils as I focus my thoughts on the rustic
aperture. There’s a tiny ping inside of my throbbing head, as if
something has recoiled. My oxygen supply is cut off, and my body
convulses violently. I resist the ictal attack but my sight and
hearing simultaneously abandon me. I’m trapped inside of an
electrical storm. I wait ambivalently for it to pass and I lose track
of time. Regaining my ability to swallow, the taste of copper invades
my mouth.
The sound of my
bedroom window slamming closed startles me. Bolting upright against
the headboard, I scan for any movement inside of the eerily silent
darkness. Seeing none, I walk over and slide the pane vertically
upward. I’m not sure if I had anything to do with the closure.
Probably not.
A foreign degree of
heat rapidly spreads throughout my limbs, traveling into my chest. I
cough. My breath is like steam rising from a teapot just before it
begins to boil — but somehow it doesn’t burn me. Groaning, I
completely undress and stand naked in front of the window. Bathing in
the crisp air, and hoping to cool myself.
It’s too hot for
covers so I sprawl out naked on the bed, with my manhood facing the
ceiling and my hands underneath the back of my head. Wanting her.
Deserving her. Growing angrier by the second. My unembellished room
is dark. Lit only by the supermoon. My cell phone illuminates with a
text notification. I angrily glance out of the corner of my left eye,
but I don’t bother turning my head. It doesn’t matter who it is
because I know who it isn’t.
My thoughts begin
their inevitable descent. I recognize that my Creator has set me
apart. It just seems nonsensical to set one apart only to watch their
forceful and painful conformity.
My eyes itch so I
close them and converse with my immortal. My every extremity tingles
as if I’m being electrocuted, and there’s a very noticeable
rumbling inside of my thorax that grows until my breathing catches.
The wind howls, as if in response to my anatomical anomalies. The
spirit attempts to dissuade my thoughts with partial, believable hope
that my torturous suffocation is self-inflicted and completely
voluntary. A debate ensues and my immortal departs.
I open my eyes as
the itching subsides. My vision is distorted and my eyeballs are
warm. I blink rapidly to abate the calefaction until my sight
normalizes. The wind fights with the trees and they fight back. The
wind — always the victor. I desperately wish the psithurism would
drown out the torturous sounds wafting with invasion from their
bedroom. The soft moans escaping her throat. What an actress. Their
mattress squeaking. Offbeat. Quite naturally. Lame ass animal. He
can’t even do that right.
I should be inside
of her. I will be soon. But for now, sleep will save lives and ensure
a perfect plan. I close my eyes in torturous anger, and the metallic
scented sludge regathers to block my sinuses, before dripping down my
face — onto my cheeks.
About
the Author:
Cālix
is the published author of the Russian-mutant, psychological Sci-Fi
fantasy novel, Opaque. She's a certified paralegal and has studied
creative writing under English teacher, script writer and published
author Larry Strauss. Her earliest literary inspirations include
Alice Walker, Larry Strauss, VC Andrews and Stephen King. She spent a
majority of her childhood in libraries and developed an intense
relationship with words. She's a member of YARWA and RWA and is
currently serving as a judge for YARWA's 2016 Rosemary Contest. She
enjoys prayer, discovering the minds of those who rebel against
social programming, listening to music, a great cup of coffee,
exquisite ethnic cuisine, spending time with family & friends,
attending movie premieres, traveling and the arts. She spends her
free time in the gym, fantasizing about story plots and different
ways of changing the world.
Blog:
www.CalixImplied.com
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