Aren’s sight reaches deep into the souls around her, exposing more than she ever wanted to see in friends, family, and strangers alike. When she turns her gaze on Kaden, his Egg responds, sending them spiraling across space and time to a world where dragons, elves, dwarves, and peculiar gods dwell. Separated, lost, and alone in a world on the brink of war, these teens must come to grips with their unique gifts if they ever want to see Earth again.
Back home, a biotechnology company tinkers with the science of reality, hoping to cure death itself, but they awaken something shadowy and powerful, a being imprisoned in the void for millennia. This dark god longs to break free and devour everything, its hunger insatiable. Infinite universes would be consumed. Kaden and Aren must decide if they can save more than themselves.
Can they save us all?
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Charlie Pulsipher is a were-hamster and lemur enthusiast who lives in Saint George, Utah with his lovely wife and neurotic dog. He writes sci-fi and fantasy or some mix of the two. He plans on surviving the inevitable zombie-pocalypse that will surely start when dust bunnies rise up against their vacuum cleaner masters.
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Question and Answer with the Author
Keeping my brain from exploding. Those two dreams meant I had more characters than a normal series and I was also smooshing science fiction and fantasy together. It took some major work getting those stubborn puzzle pieces to snap together without revealing all the seams. I have dragons, genetic engineering, magic, artificial intelligence, elves, wormholes, and dwarves all playing in the same sandbox and it had to make sense.
Aren could feel the contempt roll off the man, the burning hatred. She leaned on her gift hard. There must be some way out of this. She dug deeper into the king’s soul past hate, anger, and sorrow to his almost human center where sparks of life danced around his fiery life-force, but she found nothing that might save her. She glanced at the priest and was flooded with insights into the religion of the Dwaros. She saw one tiny kernel of hope and pounced upon it.
Aren took two steps forward and then kneeled before the terraces. She put her head to the ground. Must show him respect. Hope Dveldor can keep up.
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