Darker Matter - Book 1 Dakor's Darkness

N Lowther J

Description

Bradley White is an ordinary man who is transported against his will to a land incalculably distant where magic has shaped its growth and development, and where science has no place. He is forced by a ruthless being of unimaginable might to undertake an impossible task, one in which he will surely fail. The stakes couldn't be higher; if he does fail, then all that he holds dear will be destroyed. Should he succeed, he is certain that his family will not be spared. He cannot hope to take on and defeat his adversary, but if he cannot find a way, then all is lost. His journey through this strange world is also a journey of self-discovery as he battles against despair and helplessness in his desperate attempt to find a way to save his family.

Sujets

• Fantasy
• Fantasy (canción de Mariah Carey)

Informations

• Publié par: Austin Macauley Publishers
• Date de parution: 30 septembre 2019
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781528957250
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 1 Mo

Extrait

Darker Matter - Book 1 Dakor’s Darkness
J N Lowther
Austin Macauley Publishers
2019-09-30
Darker Matter - Book 1 Dakor’s Darkness About the Author About the Book Dedication Copyright Information © Part I Awakening Chapter 1 The Chemist Chapter 2 Zoryn Dakor Chapter 3 Dakor’s Darkness Chapter 4 Council of Lords Chapter 5 Zoryn Awakens Chapter 6 Kaiya Chapter 7 White Van Man Chapter 8 Sanjin Dakor Chapter 9 Lauren Chapter 10 Brad and Gina Chapter 11 Greenhaven Chapter 12 The Destiny of Zoryn Chapter 13 Zoryn and Kaiya Chapter 14 Sarah Chapter 15 Raymond Oliver Chapter 16 The Hospital Chapter 17 Revenge Chapter 18 Departure Chapter 19 Gina White Part II Preparation Chapter 20 Translocation Chapter 21 Captive Chapter 22 Recovery Chapter 23 Training Chapter 24 Garan Smithson Chapter 25 Farric Clearwater Chapter 26 Hania Chapter 27 Coercion Chapter 28 Journey Part III Krendyra Chapter 29 Rendezvous Chapter 30 Forest Chapter 31 An Evening at the House of Secrets Chapter 32 The House of Secrets Chapter 33 Selicia Chapter 34 The Militia Leader Chapter 35 On the Road Chapter 36 Connection Chapter 37 Magic Chapter 38 Katzin Chapter 39 The Krendyran Mountains Chapter 40 Outlander Chapter 41 The Lake of Visions Chapter 42 Destiny Revealed Chapter 43 Suspended Time Chapter 44 A Long Evening Chapter 45 The Magic Within Chapter 46 Blackreach Wolves Chapter 47 Travelling Light Chapter 48 Krendyra Chapter 49 The House of Secrets in Krendyra Chapter 50 Draxan Longseer Chapter 51 Secrets Chapter 52 Yusana Part IV Destiny Chapter 53 Ambush Chapter 54 Hope Chapter 55 Brad and Yusana Chapter 56 Battle for Control Chapter 57 The Dyroshin Chapter 58 Pursuit Chapter 59 Velhanna Chapter 60 Betrayal Chapter 61 The Elite Guard Chapter 62 Return to Zandyros Chapter 63 Control Chapter 64 The Journey to Gaardsholme Chapter 65 Choices Chapter 66 Escort Chapter 67 Gaardsholme Chapter 68 Prisoner Chapter 69 Deception Chapter 70 The Palace Chapter 71 The King of the Five Lands Chapter 72 Black Metal Epilogue
About the Author
In his debut novel, the first in the Darker Matter trilogy, J N Lowther draws upon his extensive martial arts experience for the fight scenes.
Jim is a Financial Planner and lives with his wife in the leafy county of Cornwall in the UK.
About the Book
Bradley White is an ordinary man who is transported against his will to a land incalculably distant where magic has shaped its growth and development, and where science has no place. He is forced by a ruthless being of unimaginable might to undertake an impossible task, one in which he will surely fail. The stakes couldn’t be higher; if he does fail, then all that he holds dear will be destroyed. Should he succeed, he is certain that his family will not be spared. He cannot hope to take on and defeat his adversary, but if he cannot find a way, then all is lost. His journey through this strange world is also a journey of self-discovery as he battles against despair and helplessness in his desperate attempt to find a way to save his family.
Dedication
For those who dream.
Copyright Information ©
J N Lowther (2019)
The right of J N Lowther to be identified as author of this work has been asserted by him in accordance with section 77 and 78 of the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise, without the prior permission of the publishers.
Any person who commits any unauthorised act in relation to this publication may be liable to criminal prosecution and civil claims for damages.
A CIP catalogue record for this title is available from the British Library.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
ISBN 9781528957250 (ePub e-book)
www.austinmacauley.com
First Published (2019)
Austin Macauley Publishers Ltd
25 Canada Square
Canary Wharf
London
E14 5LQ
Part I

Awakening
Chapter 1

The Chemist
Bradley White pulled off the motorway and followed the signs to Greenhaven. He was hungry and had plenty of time before his next appointment which was less than ten miles away and besides, he had never been here before. It was a short but very pleasant drive through a winding country road before he entered the sleepy village of Greenhaven.
Bradley White worked for a large pharmaceutical company as a drugs representative, spending his working day on the road selling to retailers and through doctors and other prescribing health professionals. He had been doing the job for the last ten years and was making a reasonable living from it, earning significantly more than the national average wage. But that was the problem. The company he worked for had been taken over a year ago by a much larger American drugs company and they didn’t do reasonable . They expected outstanding results from their reps and Brad was struggling to keep up with his ever-increasing sales targets. He used to enjoy his job and actually looked forward to going on the road at the start of each week, but now he was dreading the sound of his alarm clock every morning. At forty-five years of age, Brad felt trapped. He had drifted from one job to another after leaving school and this was the first job that he had ever really felt was right for him. The only jobs that he had ever had were in sales. He wasn’t a particularly good salesman but took the jobs because these were all that were offered to him.
Brad drove around Greenhaven in the vain hope of finding a fast food outlet, or even a café, but without any luck. In fact, there was not much of anything in Greenhaven, except for a small corner shop. With a bottle of cheap warm cola and a lukewarm pasty in his hand, Brad headed back to his car. It was then that he saw a small chemist shop that he hadn’t noticed earlier.
As a drug company representative, he hated the abbreviation of rep , he knew all the chemists on his patch, but this one was new to him. He got out of his car and crossed the street to the shop. From the outside it looked antiquated, with its oversized bottles of brightly coloured water in the window which were commonly used fifty or more years ago to identify such places. He opened the door and a bell clanged as the door shut firmly behind him.
How quaint, he thought.
There were no customers in the shop and it looked even older on the inside. As he had always been fascinated with pills and potions, Brad scanned the shelves while he awaited the arrival of a shop assistant. He had heard stories of old shops that had been boarded up and forgotten about for years, and this place looked like it had been stuck in a time warp. There were pills and potions for all manner of ills, all of which were contained in very old-style packaging. It was more like a museum than a shop, odd and yet fascinating at the same time. Brad was still picking up bottles and packets when the Chemist, standing behind him, cleared his throat. The sound startled Brad who hadn’t heard his approach.
The Chemist was of indeterminate age. At first sight, his unkempt grey hair and stoop gave the impression of great age. But there was something about him that told another story, one that Brad couldn’t quite figure out. For a moment, Brad was transfixed by the man and felt like the Chemist could see right into his very being. There was something about his eyes. Brad had never seen eyes quite like these, the edges of his irises looked like they were tinged with a thin zig-zagged, orangey-red corona. Brad felt uneasy, something about the man and the shop was very wrong and he wanted to leave but then the Chemist spoke.
“How precisely can I help you, young man?” the Chemist asked in a heavily accented tongue that Brad couldn’t place.
“I don’t really know if you can help me.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure of that,” came the swift reply. “Tell me what ails you, young man?”
Brad hesitated for a moment then said, “I’ve not been feeling good for some months now. I get tired quickly and find it difficult to get motivated. My marriage is suffering because I just don’t want to do anything when I get home and my libido has all but vanished. My GP says I’m depressed and has prescribed anti-depressants, but I haven’t taken any yet. I’m a pharmaceutical sales representative and know only too well about their side-effects.” Brad, who was normally reserved, couldn’t believe that he had just blurted all this out, without even pausing for breath.
The Chemist looked at him appraisingly. “Yours is a common enough malady in this day and age. You feel that you were put here for a purpose, but you don’t know what that purpose is. You work hard and strive for success, but achieve little. You know that things should be better than this, easier for you, you deserve better, but you know that will never happen. You feel that the answer to all your problems is close, but you just can’t reach it. Does this sound like you, young man?”
Brad was stunned by the old man’s response. In just a few short statements, he had summed up Brad’s entire life. Some of these things Brad had consciously thought about, others he hadn’t, but everything the Chemist said made perfect sense to him. It felt like an epiphany. In this instant, the old man knew Brad better than anyone else did, better perhaps than he did himself.
“Y…yes that pretty well sums up my life right now,” was Brad’s hesitant reply. “Which is why I feel so shit,” he added.
“Tell me young man, do you really want to get better? Or are you just another one of those mealy–mouthed, gutless whiners who prefers to stay the way they are so that they can continue to moan about their lot?” The zig-zagged, orangey-red corona around the Chemist’s irise