Category: Fantasy Type: Fiction
Pages: 298
Copyright: May 12, 2012
Millions of Earth humans are transported to a world of magic, where they are seen as life energy for dark magic. But the humans have brought along some weapons of their own, and the demigods of legend.
In the year 2025 a nuclear war breaks out in Central Europe, the Russians trying to secure their old empire. The dimensional gates open to another world, a world of magic, where our dreams of fantasy are real. The evil Emperor of the Ellala sees the millions of transplanted humans as soul energy to forward his scheme for immortality. He orders his armies to capture the newcomers, to place them in concentration camps where they can be harvested. But the Germans, French, Polish and other peoples or Earth have other ideas. With the help of their American allies and the modern weapons of war they will fight back against the magic of the evil elves, while gathering their own allies in the fight for survival. For they are seen by the native peoples as the fulfillment of an ancient prophecy. And they have brought immortals with them to this world. men and women of great power on Earth, who become true demigods on the new world. So it is tank against mage, attack helicopter against dragon, and nuclear warheads against impregnable fortress, as the humans must use their technology while they still have it, and gain a foothold on a world beyond their understanding.
The first book of a series about the establishment of a human Empire on a world of magic, led by their immortal king, Book 2 should be out by the first half of June, book 3 in the winter of 2012.
Excerpt
Captain Antwoine McGurk pulled his hands down from his eyes and stared in disbelief at the scene that greeted him. He was expecting to see a blasted landscape, if he saw anything at all after being washed with nuclear fire. Instead he found himself staring from an undamaged face at a scene of rare beauty.
His cavalry troop had been on the reverse slope of a hill north of Berlin when the three weapons within range had gone off. Now they were sitting on the side of a cobblestone track that ran between the trees of an endless forest to the rear. Just ahead were the perfectly tended fields of farming country, with cows and sheep grazing in open pastures, and a cluster of pleasant looking houses and barns about a half mile to his front. Figures were gathering in that small village, while other people hurried from the nearby fields. Several were pointing at the collection of tanks and APCs that were near the road.
As the captain watched one of the people mounted a horse and rode away swiftly in the opposite direction. The captain pulled his field glasses and put them to his dark face, focusing on a distant structure on a hill several kilometers away. A castle sprung into view, similar to one of the capital castles he had seen in Germany, the homes of the rulers of one of the many small kingdoms of the sixteenth and seventeenth century lands of the Deutsch. But this was not the land of the Deutsch. Of that he was sure.
“Those people look kind of odd, sir,” said Sergeant Ramirez, the tank’s gunner, leaning onto the lip of his hatch and focusing another pair of binoculars on the figures in the village.
McGurk swung his own glasses toward the people and grunted when they came into focus. They seemed kind of small in reference to the wheels of the nearby wagons, the cows and the horses. Like children, or…
“Hobbits,” said the captain, a smile coming to his face.
“Sir?” asked the gunner, looking over at the troop leader with a confused expression on his face.
“You ever read Lord of the Rings, Ramirez?” asked the captain.
“I saw the movies,” said the Hispanic NCO.
“Close enough,” said the captain. “They look a lot like the little people from those stories.”
“They look pretty harmless, sir,” said the gunner, nodding toward the village.
“Hey McGurk,” came a voice over the radio/intercom. “You there?” The voice sounded very faint, with much more static than would be expected of the sophisticated communications system. Even if the atmosphere was roiled from multiple nuclear blasts.
“That you, Taylor?” he asked, thinking he recognized the commander of D troop.
“It’s me,” agreed the voice. “I thought we’d had it back there,” said Captain Taylor over the com. “What the hell happened anyway?”
“A miracle,” said McGurk, crossing himself as he thought back to his early teaching in the Catholic Church. “We were about to be incinerated. And now we’re here instead. I call that good enough to be a miracle.”
“And where is here?” asked the other captain. “I’m trying to get a triangulation on your position through some other vehicles. Damned GPS doesn’t work.”
“We’re on another world,” said McGurk, scanning the patches of trees on the other side of the fields. “This sure ain’t Kansas anymore. And I don’t think the satellites came with us.”
“I didn’t want to really believe that,” said the other captain. “Even though I’ve seen some strange plants and animals here already. But I guess it has to be true. Anyway, we have a fix on your position. We can’t raise the battalion or squadron, so I guess you’re the next higher link for me. Any orders?”
McGurk swore for a moment under his breath as he looked at the castle. The gates had opened and a line of armored men on horses were leaving the castle. They were headed down the road from the top of the hill and coming in his general direction.
Shouldn’t be too much trouble, he thought, looking around at the vehicles he had with him, most of his company. D Troops’ fourteen tanks would come in handy anyway, but…
The flare of lightning caught his attention, dazzling bright even under the strong sun in the sky. He turned back to see a robed man on horseback point a staff toward his position and another crackling blast of lightning come searing down from the hill. It struck the ground a dozen feet from the forward scout track, leaving a smoking hole in the ground.
“I think it would be a good idea to come to us,” said Captain Antwoine McGurk. “And don’t let appearances fool you. Be careful. These people might be more than meet the eye.” Or, he thought, watching the horsemen come his way, they might be exactly as they appear.
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