Opaque
(The Scion Saga #1)Genre: Young Adult, Sci-Fi, Fantasy, Romance
Publisher: Nnylluc Book Group LLC
Date of Publication: 10/22/2016
ISBN: 9780997923988
ASIN: 0997923989
Number of pages: 256
Word Count: 96,910
Cover Artist: Calix Leigh-Reign and Joshua Jadon
"Her crimson limbal ring glows and I focus my sight as the incandescence dims. I clearly see it for sure this time. There's no denying it. Carly isn't human. She's something more - and if she isn't human, neither am I."
For those craving an untapped Sci-Fi niche - Opaque delivers in this gripping page-turner involving mutated Limbal rings, biokenretic anomalies, mental dysfunction, perplexing Russian ancestry & romance.
Cālix takes us on an adventure that begins when 16 year old misanthropic Adam unknowingly reaches biokenretic puberty, and his supernatural abilities awaken to save him from his murderous intentions. His every thought revolves around the extinction of the human race until mysterious Afro-Russian Carly Wit stumbles into his English class one morning. Adam notices something otherworldly about her immediately but denies the bio-synch taking place inside of him. As he resists their blossoming love, he battles with unnatural thoughts of his mother.
Discovering his origin isn't what he'd thought, he becomes determined to peel back the layers of his lineage and unmasks a multitude of mind-bending secrets along the way.
CHAPTER
ONE: A DARK MIND
The
rust scented liquid oozes from my nostrils as I focus my thoughts on the rustic
aperture. There’s a tiny ping inside of my throbbing head, as if something has
recoiled. My oxygen supply is cut off, and my body convulses violently. I
resist the ictal attack but my sight and hearing simultaneously abandon me. I’m
trapped inside of an electrical storm. I wait ambivalently for it to pass and I
lose track of time. Regaining my ability to swallow, the taste of copper
invades my mouth.
The
sound of my bedroom window slamming closed startles me. Bolting upright against
the headboard, I scan for any movement inside of the eerily silent darkness.
Seeing none, I walk over and slide the pane vertically upward. I’m not sure if
I had anything to do with the closure. Probably not.
A
foreign degree of heat rapidly spreads throughout my limbs, traveling into my
chest. I cough. My breath is like steam rising from a teapot just before it
begins to boil — but somehow it doesn’t burn me. Groaning, I completely undress
and stand naked in front of the window. Bathing in the crisp air, and hoping to
cool myself.
It’s
too hot for covers so I sprawl out naked on the bed, with my manhood facing the
ceiling and my hands underneath the back of my head. Wanting her. Deserving
her. Growing angrier by the second. My unembellished room is dark. Lit only by
the supermoon. My cell phone illuminates with a text notification. I angrily
glance out of the corner of my left eye, but I don’t bother turning my head. It
doesn’t matter who it is because I know who it isn’t.
My
thoughts begin their inevitable descent. I recognize that my Creator has set me
apart. It just seems nonsensical to set one apart only to watch their forceful
and painful conformity.
My
eyes itch so I close them and converse with my immortal. My every extremity
tingles as if I’m being electrocuted, and there’s a very noticeable rumbling
inside of my thorax that grows until my breathing catches. The wind howls, as
if in response to my anatomical anomalies. The spirit attempts to dissuade my
thoughts with partial, believable hope that my torturous suffocation is
self-inflicted and completely voluntary. A debate ensues and my immortal
departs.
I
open my eyes as the itching subsides. My vision is distorted and my eyeballs
are warm. I blink rapidly to abate the calefaction until my sight normalizes.
The wind fights with the trees and they fight back. The wind — always the
victor. I desperately wish the psithurism would drown out the torturous sounds
wafting with invasion from their bedroom. The soft moans escaping her throat.
What an actress. Their mattress squeaking. Offbeat. Quite naturally. Lame ass
animal. He can’t even do that right.
I
should be inside of her. I will be soon. But for now, sleep will save lives and
ensure a perfect plan. I close my eyes in torturous anger, and the metallic
scented sludge regathers to block my sinuses, before dripping down my face —
onto my cheeks.
Cālix is the
published author of the Russian-mutant, psychological Sci-Fi fantasy novel,
Opaque. She's a certified paralegal and has studied creative writing under
English teacher, script writer and published author Larry Strauss. Her earliest
literary inspirations include Alice Walker, Larry Strauss, VC Andrews and
Stephen King. She spent a majority of her childhood in libraries and developed
an intense relationship with words. She's a member of YARWA and RWA and is
currently serving as a judge for YARWA's 2016 Rosemary Contest. She enjoys
prayer, discovering the minds of those who rebel against social programming,
listening to music, a great cup of coffee, exquisite ethnic cuisine, spending
time with family & friends, attending movie premieres, traveling and the
arts. She spends her free time in the gym, fantasizing about story plots and
different ways of changing the world.
Facebook: www.Facebook.com/CalixLeighReign
Twitter: www.Twitter.com/CalixLeighReign
Blog: www.CalixImplied.com
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