The Land of the Dead
"Another dream, this time one from 2012, another place, new people to get to know, new creatures to face. This is probably a story that most people will deem as a nightmare, while I don't. Nightmares are those based on reality - our reality. Dreams about people you've met in this world, people who has done you harm or people that you don't like - those are nightmares. Dreams about death, gory things, being trapped in a world that is what we tend to call hell - not so much. Call me crazy or insane, I might be that to be able to dream up the things I do and create the things I do. For me it's a fact that I'm not afraid of such things.
I would have loved to be able to turn this book into a horror story instead of a fantasy story, unfortunately I've only once been able to turn a short story into such a thing, and that one was based on our own reality so it wasn't even scary. We'll see if I can pull it off some day, but for now it is nothing more than a fantasy story. Also, this is one of the stories that I'm actually writing in English from the very start - I will never write this story in Swedish or any other languages for that matter. The dream was in English, and thus it shall remain like so.
As always, this is also a story that I won't show anything from; nothing more than a few short forms about the characters. Because this is a story that I some day wish to turn into a novel for real. And I've decided that this shall be the one I debut with "world wide" to put it simple (this since we apparently can't get books published here in Sweden that is in any other languages than Swedish)."
I would have loved to be able to turn this book into a horror story instead of a fantasy story, unfortunately I've only once been able to turn a short story into such a thing, and that one was based on our own reality so it wasn't even scary. We'll see if I can pull it off some day, but for now it is nothing more than a fantasy story. Also, this is one of the stories that I'm actually writing in English from the very start - I will never write this story in Swedish or any other languages for that matter. The dream was in English, and thus it shall remain like so.
As always, this is also a story that I won't show anything from; nothing more than a few short forms about the characters. Because this is a story that I some day wish to turn into a novel for real. And I've decided that this shall be the one I debut with "world wide" to put it simple (this since we apparently can't get books published here in Sweden that is in any other languages than Swedish)."
A world filled with nothing but dispair and loneliness. An endless desert that lasts forever, filled with creatures who only wishes you harm. Her name was Candace and she was one of many who was trapped in that hell. Or was she even trapped? Vague memories from days of a summerbreeze, a valley filled with forests and rivers that climed down from the mountains around a small village resting peacfully in the valley's heart. Was it nothing but a dream or was it real? She wished to believe, she knew that she believed in something - because she had proof of what once was. She was trapped, a prisoner in a world that wasn't meant to be.
Hunted at days, surronded at nights - no rest and no peace to calmly think. How did she end up there? Why? Where was the way back to her own world? She needed to find it soon, she had too. A life was for her always at stake, not her own - but that of a creature close to her. Voices whispering her name, making her remember it even though she should have forgotten it long ago. Voices telling her to never give up, to be careful - to be safe.
Little did she know what awaited her in the hell she hated so much. People she met became her allies yet at the same time her enemies, none of them believed in the lifes they once lived. She had to make them believe, bring hope to their minds and drag them out from their own darkness. For hope was the only way one could stay alive, without it, one could not live.
Hunted at days, surronded at nights - no rest and no peace to calmly think. How did she end up there? Why? Where was the way back to her own world? She needed to find it soon, she had too. A life was for her always at stake, not her own - but that of a creature close to her. Voices whispering her name, making her remember it even though she should have forgotten it long ago. Voices telling her to never give up, to be careful - to be safe.
Little did she know what awaited her in the hell she hated so much. People she met became her allies yet at the same time her enemies, none of them believed in the lifes they once lived. She had to make them believe, bring hope to their minds and drag them out from their own darkness. For hope was the only way one could stay alive, without it, one could not live.
Main charactersAndrew
Candace Cet Mehtha |
Supporting charactersBeatrice
Kila Faurian Nigel Zerinha |
Minor supporting characters
Grace
Karolin
Mika
Several dragons which is yet to be named
Several demons which is yet to be named
Several humans which is yet to be named
Karolin
Mika
Several dragons which is yet to be named
Several demons which is yet to be named
Several humans which is yet to be named