Hello. C J here. I’ve just uploaded a sample chapter from one of the Legend series books I’m working on for fun. Yes, finally I get to write whatever I feel like. This is good. This free sample is of the Legend series of books I’m working on about the setting’s afterlife, normally just called Heaven. Heaven is governed and protected by mortals chosen by the gods to bear a spark of their power and immortality, the Champion. The series uses the name Champion as a whole.
This may seem like complete fiction, probably really innovative fiction. It’s not. Really very little of what I do is. I’ve spent years tracking down every record and account I can of real life Earth’s afterlife. This place is described as always sunny, bright, shimmering or shining, peaceful and warm. From every account I’ve ever read it’s called the Astral Plane and gravity works differently there to the point that flight is a common memory for people who remember it. There is a before just like there is an after. All the books agree that we come from somewhere and just don’t remember it well.
I was looking through these books for something in particular. What do they eat? Apparently people are only hungry when they aren’t used to this land known as the Astral Plane. They have some light snacks and then need only Ambrosia. What’s Ambrosia? It’s taken me decades to track this down but I’m pretty sure I’ve figured it out. Fruit juice, mostly tree fruit. No one has jobs so all the food has to be grown wild. So peaches, plums and dates. That’s all they eat. This seems familiar, right? It should.
If there’s a currency there it’s for the gods and the people they pick to work with them. There’s nothing to do on purpose so people look forward to their next life. Whatever the gods do they’re all real from all myths and all cultures and they all feast together on mead and boar. The stories we have of them are to be taken literally. They are people who know how to throw a party. This is all I’ve managed to piece together but I’m pretty sure it’s all there is.
My other question was, and always has been, what went wrong? How is the time between and before lifetimes so peaceful that it doesn’t even have a currency and life here on Earth is this mangled? What broke? In my setting there’s an answer that is in the free sample. It turns out according to most of the myths there is an answer here. Something broke and it broke a long time ago. It’s being fixed. And if you humans could stop inventing warfare over and over again that would help them fix it. Enjoy the new book. It’s the most realistic thing I’ve ever written.
C J Mcpherson
Hello. C J here. Walking down the streets of Haven is not always as safe as the city would like people to think. Yes, they have curbed the banditry that plagues the Southern half of the Coastal Road. The Desert Princes whose cities dot the Southern coast of the Southern Continent if anything make the problem worse for themselves with their constant rivalries and politics. So no, a traveller in Haven or in the River Lands is unlikely to meet a bandit or other criminal sort. But then there’s the walking dead to consider. Many of the basements, catacombs and landmarks of Haven have old foundations from before the city had its current name. In ages long past it was one of two competing capitols for the Desert Empire, both of which unified under the first Sand King of the Gold Dynasty, the God-Lion. It was never his place of residence and both the other capitol and the rest of the Desert Empire are long since buried under the dunes. Well, people like to assume they’re buried. People wo...
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