Cover artwork by Steve Upham
ISBN : 978-0-9555185-1-5
Paperback : 203x127mm : 360pp
Published March 2007 |
It’s 1969 and a four year old girl witnesses the terrifying death of her father, which is attributed to Spontaneous Human Combustion. The child is unable to explain what she saw, and shortly after the incident, whilst in hospital, almost suffers the same fate when she is attacked by an unknown entity. But she survives.
Thirty years pass, Lucy Fenton has grown into a writer of horror stories and is the star of their film versions. She is haunted by the morbid feeling that the entity has not yet finished with her. It turns out she is correct and leads her to a parallel world where everything she has ever known is turned on its head.
Flames Of Herakleitos is a 'YouWriteOn.com Top Ten Book' and also number 7 in the Science Fiction Fantasy Novels section of the Preditors & Editors Poll. It has also been requested by the Welsh Academi to be put forward in the 2008 Welsh Book Of The Year awards. Be sure to check out the launch photos too.
Extract from the book :
Luther Krell was a mage, and like all of his kind hated being rushed. Yet as he sat in his workshop, he dwelt on the fact that a commission was a commission, and as his reputation was at stake, he had put caution aside and accepted the work. Normally he would have fasted three days for the task required but necessity had made him cut it down to two. The meat was easy to find and he ground the rotting flesh up in the bowl with his mortar. Krell, the golem-creator was nothing if not methodical. The meat he used gradually transformed into a thick, reddish brown paste. The stench permeated his small room, stuck to his clothes, and even seemed to cling to his very skin. It was a good batch, and a good omen. His next golem would be powerful.
Many potential mages, or thaumaturgists as they preferred being called, made animated beings. Thaumaturgy invoked images of miracle-workers or life-givers. However, none had yet discovered his method of life-giving. Many thaumaturgists succeeded in creating passable golems, but only Krell’s were robust and refined. Not one had been lost in all the time he had been creating them. They had become the pinnacle of animated clay perfection. All-conquering, yet submissive and subservient to their owner. The perfect bodyguards, assassins, or if wanted, common work-horse. |
