October 31, 2007
This block of text will actually be inserted near the end of the book. However, I wanted to remind myself of the end I was tending toward….
Angari stood before the completed tower. Rising a thousand feet into the blue/green sky of Windfallow, it dazzled even the eternal eyes of the Alari. Gemstone left undressed, used just as it came from the quarries, rivaled Windfallow’s sun. Ruby, Sapphire, Emerald and Diamond reflected and refracted the light until a million rainbows fused into one and created a new horizon.
Angari stood before the tower. The marvelous tower. The tower he had designed and built with his own skill and Craftsmanship. His tower. The Tower of the Angels. No Great Bell hung here – “Though it should” he thought. No, rather a huge wind chime, suspended from the topmost spire, caught the breeze and the light together and sent echoes of music across the valley.
Suddenly he was not alone. Standing beside him, bathed in light unapproachable, was Michael. “What have you done, Angari?” The words came like icy flames to Angari’s mind.
“What have you done, Angari?”
The Alari fell to his knees, head bowed, hands turned palms up in reverence.
“RISE! DO NOT COMPOUND YOUR FOLLY BY WORSHIPPING ME!”
I would welcome comments and discussion on this blog. This is the last of the excerpts until more of this book is completed.
October 30, 2007
Here I begin to craft the battle lines of the Rage of Angels.This is the enemy…
Just beyond Angari’s comprehension there lurked in the Barrier Wood a being more dangerous to the Alari than anything he had met in the millennia he had been alive. Word had finally come to Lucifer, the great deceiver, the great dragon of Revelation, that an innocent world still existed. A shining light in the galaxy. A world not his. And protecting that world, an angel, an Alari he was called. Angari was his name. And Lucifer had it.
Now, he prowled the Barrier Wood. Abiding furiously until the day he brought the Alari under his control. Words would be his weapon. Words more subtle than those he used to drive those two from Eden. Always in the Alari’s thoughts as he rested in the shade of the Barrier Wood. As though they were his own; as though he alone had thought of them; the questions, the resentment for being made eternal.
“Your Maker has given you free will, Angari! Just as he gave it to Eve and Adam! Your downfall, Alari!” Had Angari been watching the Wood he would have seen it tremble as though a mighty wind had sent ripples over its surface.
October 29, 2007
Here we see Angari building a mighty tower of pure gemstone.This is the beginning of his struggle, though he has not yet realized his peril…
Angari took a sighting along the spear of amethyst.Yes, it should go across the third row of chrysolite. Holding the twenty-foot long gemstone, the Alari flew to the top of the crystalline structure he was building. He fitted the piece into an intricate network of spires and shafts soaring into the Windfallow sky. No human would dare look directly at the structure for it was fashioned from raw gemstone straight from the quarries in Ravensrille. Sunlight blazed from a myriad of colors until the whole took on a white hot brilliance. No entrance gave access from the ground. The monolith was meant to be entered only from above. The Windfallow angel had been working on his wind tower for several months. Whenever he could be spared for a few days, or could time warp a few, he would come here to this uninhabited valley. Closed in by high hills and a loop of the Great River which circled Lower Windfallow, it was called Ramon’s Valley and had once been used as a makeshift holding pen. A handful of humans had tried to kidnap the King and Queen of Lower Windfallow many centuries past and, when caught, had been brought here until arrangements could be made to neutralize their influence. A huge wall of sapphire blocks still closed the valley’s opening and the fallowfolk simply left it and built elsewhere.
Angari had taken his idea from a set of wind chimes made by a long-ago queen for one of the human heroes. “I wonder what a huge set of those would sound like?” he’d thought. He chose Namon’s Valley in which to experiment because it was remote and he wanted solitude. That this might be a foreign thought to an Alari had not crossed his mind. Soon, an enormous set of chimes would be hung in the topmost area of the tower. Not only would every passing breeze create a crystal symphony, but the reflection of the sun on gemstone would create a huge, shimmering rainbow. “Perhaps a festival will be held here someday!” the thought came unbidden to the tall angel. He shrugged it aside and kept working.
Do you have the concept yet that I am working toward? I would really appreciate your thoughts as this unfolds. There will only be two more excerpts.
October 26, 2007
Kiota is on the hunt though he does not know its destination.Only the hint of a treasure planet brought about by a psychological evaluation, has lured him there…
Now, Kiota was on the Star Rover, Pegasus, with a full crew and basic provisions for at least ten years.Regular stops at star bases were all that was needed to stock perishable items and Kiota had unlimited credit for that.It wasn’t easy hitching a ride on a warp drive space ship to cut down on the time differential, but a story about family lost on a new planet in Quad 3 did the trick and here he was.
Looking at the star clusters he mentally marked off those he had already checked out. He’d nearly lost the ship in # 11 as solar rip tides tossed it back out like a rubber ball. Numbers Six and Ten had also been checked – from a distance this time – and had also proven to be labeled correctly. He crossed them off his list and stood close to the map, trying to ‘see’ dangers and cover-ups. Number One was obvious; a star was in the process of going nova, no going there. That left four systems unexplored.Two were yellow, two red.He checked them with the Galactic records.The two yellow ones, twelve and fourteen, were listed as having organisms deadly to humans.Three and five, both ranked as red, were more interesting.Number Five had several planets; all wreathed in clouds rich in sulfur and formaldehyde; a deadly combination to humans.Three was listed as having solar rip tides.He looked closely at it. The planets looked stable enough and he saw no evidence of wobbly or distended orbits caused by riptides.
October 26, 2007
I purpose to put here a few excerpts from the final book of The Windfallow Chronicles. There are only two or three chapters finished so far and a preview of the end chapter. However, I would like comments upon the theme and how it should be implemented.
This book differs from the first five in that it seeks to enter the mind of Angari, central figure of those books. Here I will explore what it would be like for an angel to be tempted to ursurp power as did Lucifer before the worlds were made.
If you feel so inclined I would appreciate any comments and discussion about this book. Here is the first exceprt:
A RAGE OF ANGELS. This is the beginning of the final book in the double trilogy, The Windfallow Chronicles. Captain Coby Brasker has been sent on a new assignment…———————–
Captain Coby Brasker leaned back, stretched luxuriously and looked around his new office. Long gone were the drab grays, greens and beiges of the old style office.This room was decorated to resemble a forest glade. Holographic walls gave the illusion of depth and the sound of gently falling water lent an air of peace. Even the floors were covered with a resilient tile made to look like old stone blocks, “And all this in deep space! I guess promotions are worth something!”
Col. Brasker had been sent on a reconnaissance mission to track pirating in Quadrant Three. What was going on? Distances were too vast to make that kind of business profitable. By the time the expense of crew, fuel and equipment was counted, profits were slim to none. What could be that valuable…”Coby sat up with a jolt. Windfallow! He got on the comlink and confirmed what he suspected.It was Kiota they were after and a link to his backer in the United Americas.
October 23, 2007
Another away team has been sent down to the planet. This time the captain goes with them. They discover the secret of the Curious Light, not knowing the Alari are discovering them as well…
“Well, I’ll be….” Smith knelt beside a dull blue stone. “This would never have caught my eye, either.” He directed his scancom at it. “Sapphire. This is pure sapphire! And look at the size of it! And there; that’s got to be ruby… and emerald over there.” He rocked back on his heels. “No samples yet, men. Let’s explore a little.”
The two Alari, sized down to the size of bees, watched from a nearby bush. “Better call Angari.” Almost instantaneously he was beside them.
“Thanks, Dysis.” Angari watched the humans walking through the meadow, pointing their instruments at the stones. The ship had been observed flying low over both hemispheres and its resting place noted within the Barrier Wood. “I’m afraid the nature of our stones has become apparent to the humans.” Angari carefully sent a mind probe toward the aliens and picked up conversation as well as their inner thoughts.
He saw the pile of gemstones on the captain’s table. Seeing through the eyes of Dobrowski, who could not take his thoughts off the gems, he knew the secret of Windfallow was now revealed. He settled into each of the other humans individually to see what their reactions were to the truth.
Captain Smith, also driven by greed, was the leader of the group. Brasker alone was looking at the gemstone with pure astonishment not mixed with greed. I was right, thought the alari; this one has the Maker’s Spirit within him. I must not let him see one of us or he will give away our presence to the others.
Then, he probed the mind of Kiota. Here was a very different aura. He saw great fear as well as greed and a faintly familiar mindset. Where had he felt that before? His mind ranged back over the centuries to that long-ago time when the Jackal… That’s it! This human is under the influence of a demon! I must call a council immediately!”