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Over 600 years have passed since the mysterious event known as the Green took over the continents, and reshaped the world. During this time, dense forests took over towns and cites, leaves the survivors cut off from each other, either because of the overgrown, torn up roads, or the aggressive, man-killing animals hiding in the dense, never-ending forests. Chaos ensued until the city of Marquette, located in what was once Michigan, became a safe haven with food, shelter, even power, and protected by the Riders, the warriors of the road. Their goal; to bring civilization back from the Green by clearing and keeping the roads safe, while finding other people other groups of people to connect with, and protecting Marquette and her colonies. Jack, one of Marquette's best riders, is asked to move to the colony of Iron Wood to help establish a new Riders Lodge and become the head pathfinder there. Enlisting in the help of his fellow Riders, Doug, Kshea, and his beloved wife, Niki, Jack foresees a great future for the group Meanwhile, a mysterious man dressed in black has appeared in the colony of Ontenogon. He speaks of a great land of milk and honey and possesses a powerful voice that can sway even the stubbornest of people. What the Riders don't know is that this man, though seemingly harmless, spells great danger, heartache, and bloodshed for Marquette and her colonies.

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Publié par	Austin Macauley Publishers
Date de parution	29 mai 2020
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781645365143
Langue	English
Poids de l'ouvrage	1 Mo

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Tales of the Green, the Black Priest
Robert Jones
Austin Macauley Publishers
2020-05-29
Tales of the Green, the Black Priest About The Author Dedication Copyright Information © Prologue Chapter 1 Through the Green Three Months Later 1. The Pigs from Hell 2. Niki and Lodge 3. The Council 4. In Times of Change Chapter 2 The Stranger in Black 1. On the Road of Ontonagon 2. The Power of the Voice 3. For Love and for the Hunters Chapter 3 The New Lodge, the Mid-Age Colony 1. The Keeper of the Lodge 2. Iron Wood 3. The Last House Chapter 4 Thoughts of the Rider and the Voice of the Black Priest 1. Hunter and Hunted 2. Meeting and Messages 3. The Man and the Bear 4. The Final Thoughts Chapter 5 Voices of Honey and the Poisons Inside 1. The Plans and the Fallen 2. The Lion Enters the Wolf Den 3. The Most Uncomfortable Supper 4. Aftermaths and Blind Lies. Chapter 6 Stirrings, Troubles, and the Truth 1. Revenge Has Been Planned 2. Message in the Flames 3. Tooth, Fang, Claw, Track 4. The Seed of the Black Priest Chapter 7 Lies and Revelations 1. Spies and Lies 2. Revealed Tragedy 3. Clouds Gather Chapter 8 The True Nature of the World 1. An Old Legend Returns 2. The Sea of Carnage 3. Magic, a History 4. Spare the Rod, Protect the Child Chapter 9 The Storm Breaks 1. The Stand 2. The Final Watcher 3. The March of the Great Enlightenment 4. Final Ride of the Black Priest 5. The Golden Lord Chapter 10 The New Beginnings 1. The Grove of Blood 2. Judgment and Burial 3. The Great Bridge Epilogue
About The Author
Robert Jones was born in 1990 in Royal Oaks, Michigan. He is currently living in Le Ray, New York. Robert Jones was inspired to write by authors such as Stephen King and Neil Gaiman, enjoying their approach to the fantasy, horror, and science fiction genre. Robert is a fan of rock and roll music, and loves to travel.
Dedication
To my beloved wife—thanks for believing in me.
To Caitlyn Malone, for helping me with the creation of this story. I am forever grateful.
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Robert Jones (2020)
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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.
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Jones, Robert
Tales of the Green, the Black Priest
ISBN 9781643787763 (Paperback)
ISBN 9781643787756 (Hardback)
ISBN 9781645365143 (ePub e-book)
Library of Congress Control Number: 2020901805
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Prologue
Father Kal Karn lead his way down the alley with twenty Dark Kin of wolf type. Following the scent, Kal and the warriors paved their way thru the village streets, weapons drawn, ready to kill, blending into the green. As a Priest of the Golden Lord, Kal had been sent to deal with hypocrites and unbelievers. Those who turned against the Golden Lord’s hand deserved no mercy.
Kal’s group soon came to a large house in the middle of the city. He heard a large number of voices in there. So did the Dark Kin. Unlike the Priest, these creatures, while loyal soldiers, had a much more uncontrollable urge to kill. However, as a Priest, Kal could controlled his urge to wait and listen in on a conversation. It wouldn’t be good to kill these humans if they were not the rebels. Not every large group of people were dissidents and unbelievers against the Golden Lord, as his master reminded him. Oh, but how he wished he could just take them now, instead of having to wait for their words to betray them, as he knew in his heart, they betrayed the Golden Lord.
Kal listened, the voices coming clear to him. He heard several familiar voices. Those he was tracking for quite a while. Being a master of disguise, Kal could slip in and out of large groups without being noticed. The only features you would notice that was strange were his dark eyes flecked with gold. The voices spoke loudly.
“I’m telling you, John,” said a man who Kal knew to be Peter, “a direct assault on the castle achieves nothing. We be slaughtered by the hundreds. Those priests and the golden army would kill us before we even get to the wall. Our best chance is to hide into the Green and attack with guerilla assaults.”
“Going to the Green,” snapped John, “that is even more suicidal. The Warriors and Mutts would track us like animals, and we couldn’t stay ahead of them. Not to mention the horrors that live in the Green. You know the creatures and stories as well as I do. It would take a very brave or stupid man to survive them. A direct assault is our only hope of victory.”
“They would sense us coming,” snapped a woman’s voice, “They’re like hounds. Hell, half their mutts are hounds. Once they have your scent, there is nothing you can do to escape.”
Kal heard enough. He looked back at his Dark Kin, and said, “Keep the ring leaders and any children you see alive. Kill the rest.”
The wolf men drew weapons. Kal got ready to fight as well. He drew his sword, ready to kill those who dare attack the Golden Lord. His men ran to the house, and, with a small battering ram, slammed the door open. There were screams but it was too late as the Dark Kin charged in, slashing at the rebels with claws, teeth and knifes. Kal joined the fray, sword extended. He hit a man in the chest who was armed with a short sword. Before he could use it, Kal stabbed his throat, and tore out his jugular. Another human, a woman, jumped on Kal’s back, trying to stab him. In a second, with the strength of the gods, Kal grabbed the woman, swinging her off him and into the horns of a stag, head-mounted on a wall. It fell as soon as she was impaled by the antlers. Blood pooled around her. The Dark Kin were rounding up the remaining twenty humans or so, killing those who resisted. Kal saw a boy of about twelve, running outside so he pounced and grabbed him by the neck. He squirmed, trying to escape the priest’s grip. Using his knife, he slowly penetrated the boy’s spine, paralyzing him from the neck down. Screaming, Kal put him on the ground. He was young, and could yet be saved by the Golden Lord, who, if found favor, would restore his legs.
Kal turned and saw all but two human’s dead. They were being guarded by a couple of Dark Kin, while the rest began to drink the victim’s blood. Among the prisoners, was a male human, John, one of the ring leaders. The other was an attractive female girl who was obviously his daughter.
Kal grabbed the guard captain by the throat. His face was levied facing the wolf head with no fear even as the Dark Kin bared its teeth, the rage on his face was unpredictable.
“I told your men to spare the ring leaders. There were five. I only see one and his daughter.”
“We couldn’t control ourselves master,” said the guard, with an insane look in his eyes, “we were hungry.”
Kal grabbed his throat, and tore it out. The Dark Kin began to spasm to death.
“I do not tolerate disobedience. Any of you wish to live, you will go outside with the prisoners.”
The Dark Kin left with the man, woman, and child.
“Back to the castle,” he roared, as his men put the prisoners into the prison coach and headed back.
The White Castle stood at the top of a hill of the city of Etam, where the rulers of the world lived. The city stood within the green, fighting itself through the trees and grass that had overgrown the world. The royal guards of the Golden Army stood on the bridge of the city, made of an old tree branch. They were active sentinels that would die to protect the regent. As the party walked in, the gates opened into the court yard. A small path lead to the castle steps that the group went to. The guards let them in. They entered the throne room where the nobles of the city lived, alongside the supreme leader, Golden Lord, and his Queen. Very few commoners have ever had the honor to see the Golden Lord, and his horrible glory. Being mankind’s savior and true god sent by the higher beings to save man from extinction from the Green, he deserved absolute worship from all.
Kal put his prisoners in front of the throne and they knelt before the Golden Lord in his great hall. The Lord was covered by a Golden cloak and a thick hood. No portion of his body could be seen, save for his hands. His hands, they were cruel and seemed weathered, terrible to behold. Next to him, was the beautiful Dark Queen. She struck even the priest as the most beautiful in Etam. But she had a terrible anger just beneath her. On her side, was the Fire Priest, the most powerful member of the Church. He appeared as a skeleton entirely on fire. Even his robe smoked on him. He was known to burn away the flesh of those who didn’t believe. On the Golden Lord’s side was the Lord of Bones, the master of scarifies. It was his job to appease the gods. He was the judge and the jury. He also selected the sacrifice to keep the green away, though it was well known that he often raped the sacrifice beforehand. His head was the skull of a horse. The rest of his body wa