Awakening
The
Ydron Saga Book 1
by
Raymond Bolton
Genre:
Paranormal Epic Fantasy
How
does a world equipped with bows, arrows and catapults, where steam
power is just beginning to replace horses and sailing ships, avert a
conquest from beyond the stars? Prince Regilius has been engineered
to combat the Dalthin, a predatory alien species that enslaves worlds
telepathically, and to do so he must unite his people. But when his
mother murders his father, the land descends into chaos and his task
may prove impossible. Faced with slaying the one who gave him life in
order to protect his world, he seeks a better way. Set in a vast and
varied land where telepaths and those with unusual mental abilities
tip the course of events, Awakening goes to the heart of family,
friendship and betrayal.
In this scene, Prince Regilius, or Reg as he’s
called by his frinds, is fleeing the city of danYdron. At this point in the
story, he has become inexplicibly telepathic and clairvoyant and is overwhelmed
by the thoughts of its citizenry:
Reg was awash with faces. Their stories came upon
him like a flood. Wave followed wave and inundated him to the point of
drowning. These were not simply imaginings. They were beyond any concepts he
had ever known and many were contrary to his way of thinking. As he fought to
retain stable footing in what was rapidly becoming a maelstrom of misery and
despair, he grew uncomfortably aware of the vividness and intensely personal
feeling each experience brought. These were not other lives. Each seemed to be
his own. It was he, Regilius Tonopath, who had been beaten, who drank, who
failed and despaired. It was he, the heir to the throne of Ydron, who was the
robber, the washerwoman, the child. On one hand, he knew this could not be, and
contrarily he recalled each life with the clarity and certitude with which he
knew each step and turning of the palace corridors.
Beneath this misery, simmering steadily to the
surface, arose ever new and alien thoughts. Immersed as he was in these lives,
his perceptions of things familiar were changing. Soldiers, his lifelong
protectors, were not to be trusted, but rather, feared. No longer guardians and
enforcers of the law, they were the source of brutality and kidnappers of
husbands and children. Women hid themselves from the helmet and shield of the
throne.
It did not pay to be successful outside the
palace walls. Any surpluses or gains were sure to be confiscated. One could
never quite pay one’s tax. The collector made sure of it. When one had managed
to acquire a little more than one’s customary lot, a visit from the taxman was
inevitable. Since none ever knew how the news got out, each suspected his
neighbor. It probably was true spies were everywhere. A word in the right ear
would likely put food in an empty belly, so distrust abounded.
Reg’s head hurt and he trembled as he drove
through the horror. He could not believe any of this could be true in the land
his family ruled, but the images were relentless. This flight from danger had
become a plunge into reality. He was unprepared for and unable to come to terms
with what each moment drove home. Had he been so sheltered he could not see his
world as it was?
Somehow—he knew not by what providence—the
roadster hurtled on without incident. Even when he tried, he could barely focus
on his surroundings. Carts, streets, banners, men, women and children all
blurred into a stream, while the dreams or revelations—he could not say
which—bombarded him until he was lost in the confusion. He no longer knew where
he was, yet the car careened onward.
Eventually he passed through the city’s outermost
wall. He did not remember the gate or the guards, but the density of outer
danYdron thinned into scattered farms and villages and his head began to clear.
He breathed deeply, with only dim recollection of his purpose as the cacophony
of sights and sounds receded. Like a badly beaten fighter trying to see through
senses numbed by countless blows, staggering toward his corner and his seconds
for relief, Reg drove westward. Familiarity kept him on his path, though his
mind was still dazed, unaware of the road spinning under the wheels and away
behind him.
Thought
Gazer
The
Ydron Saga Book 2
Everyone
who touches you transforms you, if only a little. But if you enter
their minds, think what they have thought, in effect do what they
have done, how complete will that transformation be?
If
he had been born an ordinary man, his family would be safe--safe as
anyone can be in a land torn apart by war. It is his singular gift,
however, that causes his wife and children to be imprisoned and held
hostage and him to be used as a tool. Caught up in a struggle between
opposing warlords and refusing to play the game, Peniff elects to
take the moral high road. This is the story of a man, in all other
ways ordinary, rising above his fears to do what he must. Can he free
his family before his betrayal comes to light? Moreover, what will he
become before his journey is over?
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At this point in the story, Peniff, the Thought
Gazer, has been kidnapped by Harad, the minion of a warlord who is seeking to
use Peniff to locate his enemy’s sister. Harad has has been driving his party
to the breaking point. He controls Peniff by collaring him and leads him around
with a leash.
To say Harad was relentless is to understate
the rage that drove him. He had pushed his party mercilessly until eventually,
one of the horses, driven to exhaustion, fell and refused to rise. When Harad
began flogging it, Peniff tore his leash from Kord’s grasp, strode up to Harad
and grabbed him by the wrist, arresting the whip at the top of its arc. Harad
turned to glare.
“You will kill it and still it will not rise.”
In a soft, but deliberate tone, Peniff went on. “In fact, if you continue to
deny the other horses rest or sleep, you will kill them all. Then what? Do you
expect us to walk all the way to danHsar?”
Harad’s face became a mask of hate, but Peniff
persisted.
“Even now, the man and the woman are entering
the prison. Do you expect that somehow they will run away and evade us? I
promise you, they will not escape any time soon. Look at your men. Even should
we stumble on the pair in the next minute, they would be too exhausted to
act.”
Harad was breathing heavily, but he opened the
fist he had formed with his free hand and lowered it.
“We all want the same thing,” said Peniff.
“Even this poor, dumb creature wishes to rise and avoid your wrath, but it
cannot. Look at its eyes. They are filled with terror, but the animal is spent.
It can do no more and neither can we.”
Harad could not deny the truth. The horse’s
chest heaved, its mouth frothed and the whites of its eyes showed how deeply it
feared the next strike of the lash.
“Very well, Thought Gazer,” Harad said as he
looked from the horse to his men. “We will rest, even sleep if you like, but
not one minute past Jadon’s rising. I intend to arrive at the city’s gate
tomorrow.”
“And this poor beast will carry you there, if
you but allow it to sleep the night, then feed and water it in the
morning.”
As the two stood staring, it was hard to say
who was in charge: the one with the whip, or the one with the collar around his
neck.
“There are some things even you cannot simply
will into being,” said Peniff.
Harad stared a moment longer, then threw the
whip to the ground.
Foretellers
The
Ydron Saga Book 3
In
a world facing two divergent futures—eventual freedom or complete
domination—too many unmade decisions cloud the yet-to-be. Those who
can see even a tiny portion of the inevitable wield great power.
In
this world where young and old, rich or poor, are at the mercy of
armed marauders and the armies of the powerful, a warlord’s wrath
forces a mother and daughter to flee for their lives. Despite being
prescient, they cannot foresee all that lies ahead. Quickly
separated, their every effort centers around reunion and survival.
Without losing sight of these goals, one of them foresees that, if
she travels to the conflict’s center and lends support to one of
the two major powers, she has the ability to influence the final
outcome.
Foretellers,
the third volume of The Ydron Saga, is the second book of Awakening’s
prequel trilogy.
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At this point in the story, two prescients, Roanna
and her daughter, Pandy, are on board a ship with Harad, whom readers will
remember from Thought Gazer.
“I won’t leave you here,” she said. “If we
have to leave, we’re leaving together. We’ll jump ship if we have to.”
She turned and took Pandy to the railing
across from Harad. She grasped it and stared out over the water. Her head spun
through what could happen if both were to go, and all of the outcomes were
tragic and black. Panicked and uncertain what to do next, she stood watching
the bow wave stream past in an endless ribbon until a tug on her sleeve
returned her to the present.
“What is it?”
“There isn’t much time, Mother. A critical
moment is approaching.”
A critical moment was a concept Roanna had
taught Pandy long ago when she was trying to describe a point in time when an
opportunity could either be seized or lost forever. Roanna thought of time as a
river and had always pictured herself floating down the stream on a platform.
Most of the time, all one could do was move the platform a little to one side
of the stream or the other, changing the view a bit as one headed towards an
unvarying destination. Every now and then, however, the stream branched and a
new platform, heading down the other fork towards a new destination would
present itself. Sometimes one would have a great deal of time to consider the
consequences of jumping onto the second platform, sometimes almost none at all.
But there was always a point in the flow of events when, if a decision were not
made and acted upon in that instant, the opportunity would disappear forever.
Pandy was saying that one of these instances—a critical moment—was almost upon
them.
“There’s lots of time between now and
daybreak. We can find a way,” she said, trying to diminish the urgency in the
girl’s words. Roanna was about to ask her to clarify what she had seen when
Pandy said, “I love you, Mother. Grab the log.”
“What … ?” she started to say, but Pandy
pushed hard against her middle with both hands, almost knocking the breath from
her lungs as she launched Roanna over the railing.
Not all outcomes are foreseeable. Too many
unmade decisions cloud the yet-to-be. But as Roanna cleared the railing,
floating weightless—before her heels struck wood and upended her— she thought
she saw a look of satisfaction in her daughter’s eyes and knew Pandy’s choice
had been correct. Never mind they would not see each other for a long time to
come. Pandy would live and so would she. Her feet flipped upwards and sent her
spinning and plummeting downwards.
Triad
The
Ydron Saga Book 4
Heroic
battles are not always won by the mighty. There are times when even
the least likely among us play decisive rolls. Less able physically
than anyone he knows, but paranormally unique, Bardik is recruited by
a pair of psychics in the hope that, by combining his talent with
theirs, they can turn looming defeat into victory.
In
this, the concluding chapter to The Ydron Saga, a young man who has
lost the use of his legs—someone whom earthly culture labels
paraplegic—agrees to lend his telekinetic talents to the effort to
bring down a tyrannical warlord.
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Bardik is telekinetic: able to move objects with
his mind. His powers are still unfolding when he, his father, Hammat, his
mother, Ada, and other refugees like the three of them are attacked by one
warlord’s soldiers.
Hammat’s team was backing way from the fight,
threatening to move his wagon into Ada’s. Her own were rearing up to avoid the
collision. Horrified, Bardik watched as her wagon began rolling backward,
before pivoting on its transom to swing toward the ditch. Lacking an unimpeded
view of their reins, he was trying to decide how he might alter her team’s
direction when the wagon’s right rear wheel travelled off the roadway. As her
wagon began tilting, he found himself wishing there were some way he could
level it. His thoughts became deeds when, in the next instant, the wagon came
upright. The wheel hovered over empty air and Bardik, in wide-eyed surprise,
found he could support it. As her team continued to back, the other rear wheel
left the roadway and Bardik struggled to keep the wagon level. Sweat beaded on
his brow and his body started to shake under the effort. Curling his fingers
into his bedding, uncertain how much more exertion he could tolerate, he
struggled to prevent the wagon from overturning. He cried out as, all at once,
he found himself suspending the entire load with all of its wheels hanging. He
did not know what he would do if Hammat’s wagon did likewise.
In the next instant, just as Bardik’s vision
started to tunnel under the strain, Ada’s horses began walking forward, drawing
the wagon back onto solid ground. The pressure on him lifted and Bardik
collapsed, breathing deeply as he stared at the sky from his bedding, marveling
at his accomplishment and the ways things were changing. He no longer needed to
assess an object’s mass or dissect the elements of his intended action before
assembling the parts of the problem to put them into action. He no longer
performed the act of moving something distant. Now he was the act. He was the
object he transported. And at the same time, he was the mover. It came to him
he was all of these: act, object, and telekine. Moving those objects had become
like moving a limb. Just as one does not analyze the elements of hefting a rock
and throwing it, neither did he when he acted moments before. And though what
he had done had required a great amount of effort, robbing him of more energy
than anything prior, he could already feel himself recovering, as if the
exercise had strengthened him.
Raymond
Bolton lives near Portland, Oregon with his wife, Toni, and their two
cats, Georgie & Sophia.
Regarding
his debut novel, Awakening, multiple Hugo and Nebula Award-winning
author, Mike Resnick says, “In Awakening, Raymond Bolton presents
us with an intricate and interesting problem, characters you care
for, aliens who are alien, and a carefully-thought-out
future.”
Matthew
J. Pallamary, author of Land Without Evil and Spirit Matters said,
“Raymond Bolton’s genre shattering Awakening is a skillfully
woven hybrid of science fiction and fantasy that brings cultural
conflict to a whole new, thoroughly believable level that goes
straight to the heart of what really matters.”
International
award-winning author of the Daimones Trilogy, Massimo Marino,
endorsed Awakening, saying, “Bolton navigates through the plot
lines and the mixed genres (Science Fiction but not exactly, Fantasy
but not entirely, Paranormal but not completely) with the clear
gesture of the conductor of a large orchestra. A new voice and author
who is bound to grow a faithful readership.”
Finally,
Britain’s BookViral.com states, “it’s a grand debut. An
ambitious and well considered SF crossover [that] breathes
originality into the genre.”
Raymond's
goal is to craft gripping stories about the human condition, whether
they are set here or another world. He has written award-winning
poetry and four novels. Awakening, an epic, was released in January,
2014, and Thought Gazer, an adventure and first volume of a prequel
trilogy, was released on January 1, 2015. The third in the series,
Foretellers, came out on March 1 , 2016. The trilogy’s conclusion,
entitled Triad, aired January 1, 2017. Awakening was recently
translated into Spanish and was released as El despertar – La saga
de Ydron on July 1, 2015. Amazon has already listed El despertar as
the Number One New Release in Ciencia Ficción.
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