Publisher:Freedom From Rain
Book Preview: "Is It Love or Insanity"
Have you ever been utterly alone in life, isolated, feeling indifference no matter the situation. Suddenly, certain events come to pass without practical reason or cause. By those of another realm, another world, that chose you over any other. As a transcendence into a new being occurs, as the sun shining through ignites a renewed encouragement upon what you called your life.
I’m sure such a tale been heard in your lifetime, several times. Surely, yet I doubt this sort of story, that induced the following paths of life taken…..
A particular transformation linked to that of a girl becoming a women. Learning her family left her with strangers without a clue. Living life on her nowhere rock of an island, witnessing only a fragment of the whole world passing by. Such teachings to live by were only lies, upon more deepened masks rooted into a conspiracy that would later fuel an internal civil war‘s return. That her genetic heritage involved violent destruction to unknown magnitudes, lustful urges for absolute power, love for those around her in high regard, along with humanity worth dying for in a heartbeats string And a dagger harboring spectacular imbued talent on its own accord, that would put to shame any other.
There are in depth points to be made in this tale. Though I’ll let you find that out on your own…
From what I’ve read from this novel, I am intrigued. Set in an alternative planet earth it explores the darker parts of humanity, and the aspect everything around you can be false. It tells the story of a young woman who sets out on a journey within. Not by choice yet by circumstance, and the stories twists will keep you guessing what might happen next. I for one am looking forward to finishing this novel in the coming month. I’m very curious as what will happen to Ploon. Considering it is her diary after all.
Reviewed by: Rose, England
-August 24, 2137UH
The Sickle Sport Troutdown is gone, the Government academy also is temporally closed down. But the weekly island community meetings have continued, though shorter and praying to the Iron Moth for better fortunes to occur. There were so many strangers, very uncomforting, though at least George and my family. Had been near, in that church. The only other disturbance had been that annoying jingle again. I’ll have to schedule a doctor appointment through the Government hospital, while using George’s connection.
Then such cherished time in the open arms of my family was priceless. Didn’t keep track how much time I’d spent with them. It didn’t matter anymore, my placement and devotion is final. And no one will change that, quite the healing week. If possible, I’d repeat those times. Going and relaxing at upon the island. From the memorable moments on the shores, praying to the Iron Moth, movies on our screen, and watching executions. Delightfully fulfilling, yet George was keeping his distance as did Brourge.
However, this Saturday, George and I finally spent time together after moved back in together. O didn’t miss those slaves. They might as well be fucking strangers, hate their very presence in the rooms. Paranoid, their sinister nature is going to hurt me or something. Can’t shake the feeling, thus George and I leave when able. Which exactly what we did, every chance possible. With or without him, I hate those damn people. Luckily he had a surprise waiting for us today. Made me smile, been a while since he did that.
We drove to the middle of no where, a large flat piece land. We came too, though busy eating and thinking about everything a bit. Soon we were just there, and a large balloon stood before us. Four ropes, spiked into the ground surrounded all sides of the hot air balloon. As he called it had been that. It was odd enough, being a large balloon with holes in the top and bottom. And connected to a basket on its bottom half. With a lamp looking fire control device in its middle portion. Though considering the ropes held the basket I felt a bit nervous when getting into it. Even with my love at my side, and doing everything himself. Allowing us too lift up from the ground. Floating in the air, in a thick basket held by a balloon. That’s not odd at all, but apparently this was a travel and transportation used in the past. But is now obsolete.
Quickly I held in panic with my love’s body. Yet he gained a little pleasure in my reactions, when noticing this. Hearing his silently muffled chuckles. My attitude did get a bit bitter at him, yet eventually the view over the island seemed to bring out my curiosity. Looking out abit more, dragging George with me, nearing the edge of the basket. Half expected my love too shake us a bit, yet he shook my ass instead. Both of his hands, caressing and playing around. Naturally, it shocked me worse then the shaking would of. But when turning around, he only smiled and facially amused me. With all sorts of bizarre movement and noises. Considering the sensation had been wondrous, and had already been quite horny. More then sure it was going too lead too something even more. Which it became, intimately fondled in passion while overseeing my homeland.
For the lack of words, after a few explosive feelings shooting out and his own seeds reaching into me being. Dripping out between us into the basket, as he steered us along. Several movements around the island, we landed watching the sun setting in the distance. What a fabulously inflowsion with yellow and fire intermixed. We drove home, to our apartment. With those four strangers awaiting our arrival. Though I couldn’t go inside, instead wanted to walk about. Think things over, which I did want too do. And he agreed to it, would be waiting for me when I’m ready to come back home. No fussing or bickering, but one of his slaves kept annoying watch over me as I walked off. Till turning the comer off our street, they stared. Their eyes and my sense was unmistakable. At such a time, I concealed myself in a shroud from the normal eyes. And zipped myself to the building in front of the Iron Moth statue.
The night was very chilly, wind had picked up greatly since George and I spent the day in the hot air balloon. It had been nice for him to bring some lunch along. Or doing what I’d done would of felt off. As for the movement into my future, destiny opened, the gate allowing me through. Reaching out my hands, placing them together while the stature of the Iron moth swayed back and forth. Though I’d been a distance away, the direct line of sight was more then accurate enough. My dagger appeared in between my clenched hands. It grew in size, nearing the lengths of a sword. Ye the weight and feeling never changed, except for slight increased pressure flowing into the steel weapon before me. Stretching both arms out, point the swords tip at my target of desire. My face holding nothing more then indifference yet peering a single smile. The pressured had been allowed too release. Spilling out over the statue, it was aflame, instantly. Its shouting and howling echoed into the night. As my laughter mimicked it’s cries.
People began to approach the scene, including emergency police, fire, and medical staff. They didn’t know what too do. Yet their eyes only saw their beloved god’s image burn into a melted pile of ashes. As did the church behind it. I had the temptation of exploding the same firey end to those who attempted in stopping the blaze. Yet I only watched, increased the flames upon my two sole targets. Enjoying myself with every minute that passed.
The Iron Moth has fallen, for me, I’ve decided to ascend to something more grander. This, merely will surface as a stepping stone. May the liberation of many more, their faith dwindle into ashes as mine had. So they can be free once again. My time has come, even the other self within me, senses this. Soon, a Queen that will be me, shall bring the world to its knees. With both a mentor hooked in by love as with the fool made of money. I’ll face little complication this my ventures. Sperack Island will be my first catch.