Opaque
The
Scion Saga
Book
One
Calix
Leigh-Reign
Genre: Young Adult, Sci-Fi,
Fantasy, Romance
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
Book Description:
"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.
About
the Author:
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
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Blog: www.CalixImplied.com
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