This is a description for As I Wake (and See the World) by Ivan Amberleke The short can be found in Breakwater Harbor Books' newly released anthology, Gateways!
As I Wake (and See the World) is the prequel to The Beholder, a fast-paced action-packed fantasy series that introduces the readers to a world of the Sighted, a select group of people who have paranormal powers, abilities, and gifts.
For those who have already read the series, this story will lend more depth and detail, while for those who are new to my universe, it provides a glimpse into the conflict between the forces of light and dark.
This short story is different from the rest of the series as it is written in the 1st person, present tense. I hope that will make your read more enjoyable.
I’d like to say thanks to my friends (who are also terrific writers) Ted Cross, Yannis Karatsioris, Scott J. Toney, Paul Freeman, and Simon Paul Wilson for their invaluable edit advice and unwavering support.
An excerpt... For more download 'Gateways' for FREE in eBook on Amazon today!
AS I WAKE (AND SEE THE WORLD)
by Ivan Amberlake
Angry clouds scowl at me. They’re the first thing I see when I open my eyes.
Clouds above me.
A hard surface below me.
A road?
I can’t hear any cars. Just the wind.
I stare at the clouds. They’re strange. They don’t move, even though the wind shoots past me.
The back of my head throbs, my skull about to split in two. It hurts so much I close my eyes, listening to the wind. My left ear is clogged like someone has pushed cotton wool inside. My forehead hurts and I swear there’s something sticky smeared over it.
Blood? Dirt?
I’m not sure. My arms won’t move so I can’t check it.
Where am I?
The monochrome sky frowns at me, as if accusing me of something I did but can’t recall. As I try to think of how I ended up like this, lying in the middle of nowhere, my brain refuses to function. I force my eyes left and right, up and down, but all I can see is the clouds, hovering, unmoving, threatening to pour with rain.
They are unlikely to tell me a thing.
There must be something for me to remember. My name? Or where I live.
No. No idea.
As my senses kick in, I smell something burning. Heat washes over me and I push myself away.
As I Wake (and See the World) is the prequel to The Beholder, a fast-paced action-packed fantasy series that introduces the readers to a world of the Sighted, a select group of people who have paranormal powers, abilities, and gifts.
For those who have already read the series, this story will lend more depth and detail, while for those who are new to my universe, it provides a glimpse into the conflict between the forces of light and dark.
This short story is different from the rest of the series as it is written in the 1st person, present tense. I hope that will make your read more enjoyable.
I’d like to say thanks to my friends (who are also terrific writers) Ted Cross, Yannis Karatsioris, Scott J. Toney, Paul Freeman, and Simon Paul Wilson for their invaluable edit advice and unwavering support.
An excerpt... For more download 'Gateways' for FREE in eBook on Amazon today!
AS I WAKE (AND SEE THE WORLD)
by Ivan Amberlake
Angry clouds scowl at me. They’re the first thing I see when I open my eyes.
Clouds above me.
A hard surface below me.
A road?
I can’t hear any cars. Just the wind.
I stare at the clouds. They’re strange. They don’t move, even though the wind shoots past me.
The back of my head throbs, my skull about to split in two. It hurts so much I close my eyes, listening to the wind. My left ear is clogged like someone has pushed cotton wool inside. My forehead hurts and I swear there’s something sticky smeared over it.
Blood? Dirt?
I’m not sure. My arms won’t move so I can’t check it.
Where am I?
The monochrome sky frowns at me, as if accusing me of something I did but can’t recall. As I try to think of how I ended up like this, lying in the middle of nowhere, my brain refuses to function. I force my eyes left and right, up and down, but all I can see is the clouds, hovering, unmoving, threatening to pour with rain.
They are unlikely to tell me a thing.
There must be something for me to remember. My name? Or where I live.
No. No idea.
As my senses kick in, I smell something burning. Heat washes over me and I push myself away.
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