Hello everyone! My second book, an epic fantasy tale called The King’s Fall, has been published. A little glimpse of it follows…
There were always stories, legends, myths of great deeds and heroic acts or nightmarish beasts and brutal war. Gold and glory were the focus of many of stories, yet more so were extraordinary men, heroes and villains, who let nothing stand in their way. They had their eyes set on a specific goal – the end goal, the crowning achievement of their life. Nothing else mattered. Such man could overcome any difficulty, conquer insurmountable odds, and fight until … they won. No, not until death… for death doesn’t exist for such man.
Such a man is the focus of The King’s Fall.
It is his tale. He is crafting a legend.
The King’s Fall is an epic fantasy novel by Patrick Rain. It’s available for the Kindle and in paperback format. You can find it at the retailers below.
The sword was an antique piece. It wasn’t cared for all these year, that’s for sure, but underneath the thick layer of dust and cobwebs was a beautiful ornamented blade that’s destined for the museum. Its blade was straight and quite short with a hilt that had a big pummel. The pummel itself seemed to be gilded and ornamented with various jewels or gemstones. Continue reading →
The grass was whispering with a subtle but noticeable rhythm. Its voice was soft and light, but from time to time, a screech tore through the tranquility. Nathaniel was tottering forward in a trance. His step were light, and he was wobbling in congruence with the rhythm of the forest. He had dark circles under his eyes, and his mouth was wide open. It’s been a while since the last time he heard a frightening scream. He forgot about it already.
Rabbits scurried across the variegated fields of flowers. They danced around him. Their black eyes staring at him, reflecting back at him the worst within his soul. He saw everything he didn’t want to see. Anger. Fury. Regret. He saw himself lifting a club. Was it himself? Or his attacker? The club grew larger. It grew spikes. Continue reading →
“It barely finished cleaning. The cabinet should have some.”
“Before that, what did you say?”
“I didn’t say anything.”
Victor rushed to him with the gun in his hand. “You’ve got two seconds to explain yourself.” He loomed over the pitiful gentlemen who was now shaking like a complete coward. He said nothing. Victor chuckled. He grabbed a glass from the cabinet. He poured some wine for himself. “You want some?” Continue reading →
The classroom was in a mundane, soporific trance when Harry walked in. The doors squealed drawing all the eyes in his direction. He bowed to the professor, apologizing for being tardy, and snaked around the room until he got to his seat in the center. Continue reading →
It looked like a crown on the horizon. The white tent didn’t have any signs, nor any indication of its purpose, but people gathered there every single day. At sunrise visitors were magnetized to it even though the show starts a bit later. One by one they formed a single-file line, which grew with a frightening pace, making all the other business envious. Sometimes the line snaked around, hiding behind corners, and even blocking the entire street. On other occasions, the people formed a chaotic mass that encircled the tent. This would, ultimately, lead to a peculiar experience, where an individual’s name would be called out. Continue reading →
Something shook Jack out of his slumber. He was sweating and felt a penetrating surge of warmth from the inside. He wiped his face with his bare hands. Before him was a river. He dashed for the stream, hoping that the water is cold or at least mildly warm. As he got closer, he realized that the water is reeking, and it’s filled with various kinds of particles. The foul smell hit him, forcing him to back away. Continue reading →
Nate was coming home with a bitter taste in his mouth. He felt rattled to the core. He searched the street for some signs of life, but no home had its lights on. He wanted to hear some banter that would, hopefully, shake him out of this trance, but his wishes were not heard. A cat dashed across the street of the barren boulevard where he lived. Continue reading →
The blast of cacophonous clamor came suddenly. It was strong, vibrant, and discordant. It blared with extreme strength. The noise penetrated the thin walls and resounded within the bedroom. It seemed to come from no specific direction, and it had a jarring rhythm which made everything inside quiver. Continue reading →
The cry was strong, loud. It echoed through the house with unforgiving repetition. Stephen rolled off his bed and onto his feet. His wife, as always, was deaf to the screams. Her sleep was impervious to any and all noise. He gazed at the pillow one last time, but soon he was called again. He felt as if someone plunged a lance through his head every time a scream resounded through the walls. He knew he could practically forget about the midnight snooze. Continue reading →