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Will you shut up! #ChaosIsComing #scifi

In this scene from Bringer of Chaos, Pietas is in a stasis pod, but instead of being put into cryogenic sleep, he is held captive, awake and aware, with no food or water, and no way to communicate.

30 Days of Chaos: Day 15

To celebrate the launch of Bringer of Chaos: the Origin of Pietas I’m sharing 30 Days of Chaos. Each day during April, I’ll post one excerpt from the book, along with a poster of a quote by Pietas. On the final day, members of my Romance Lives Forever Reader Group will receive a full color book containing all the quotes and posters. Unlike my website, the book posters will have only a quote and a beautiful image. Look for another giveaway at the end of this post.

Shut Up!

Will you shut up! #ChaosIsComing #scifi @kayelleallen #chaos #quoteThe infernal, cheerful whistling began again. Pietas tried in vain to escape the sound. Shackled at the ankles, hands bound behind him, he remained flat on his back. There were no comfort choices inside his pod.

No. Not his pod. He would never claim such a place.

The prison pod. The nightmare pod. A casket for the living.

Would that whistling never end?

Whoever guarded him whistled, night and day. He must have lips made of steel. How a human kept that up day after day was beyond him. Or perhaps… Did an Ultra guard him? Had one of his people come to free him?

Pietas opened his mouth to call out, and clamped it shut.

If it were one of his people, he needed to wait for them to act. They would do so when the time was right. For now, he suffered bouts of agony as feeling returned to his hands and then left in repeating cycles. His metabolism healed him, but brought pain. He focused on that, accepted the pain, welcomed it, and examined every step of its journey through his body. What one understood, one could bear.

An Ultra does not seek to escape pain. If one inflicts pain, one must bear it. Pain must be borne. Pain is a warrior’s ally.

He hovered in a nightmare-filled, windowless, endless monotony of thirst and hunger.

Punctuated with unending lilts of bouncy, alert, happy, chipper whistling.

At first, he’d welcomed the sound. The rising and falling notes broke the tedium of everlasting darkness. It stopped for brief periods, but began again soon after.

He’d considered calling out and asking them to stop. He had gone so far as to open his mouth. But asking implied weakness. He acknowledged no tool of torture.

Beg mercy from humans? Never.

This was not stasis. Stasis meant cessation of thought. Of emotion. A dreamless kind of sleep. The end of awareness. A not-time.

They’d frozen his people in these pods, but they’d imprisoned him.

Or perhaps his blood ran so hot, no human force could freeze him.

The tune changed.

For the love of all that’s holy, will you shut up!

Blessed silence fell. But then light blared in his face like a blast of horns.

What fresh perdition was this? They’d tortured him with darkness. Now they’d torture him with light?

Pietas tried to force his eyes open, to face the torture, but after so long in darkness, the light stabbed his eyes. He twisted his head to avoid it.

“You– you’re awake?” The startled voice hovered close, muffled by the pod. “Security! Security! Prisoner Six-Six-Six is out of stasis! I say again, Prisoner Six-Six-Six is out of stasis!”

The alarm in the male voice gave Pietas a measure of pride. Even imprisoned, he engendered fear. They had taken away his name, and given him a number that among humans meant a demonic beast.

Let the legend of Pietas–by name or by number–bring fear straight into the heart of man. No… let it bring terror.

The alarmed voice led him to another thought. Had they not known he was awake? No. These vile creatures had readouts of every type. How could one mistake his beating heart and steady breath for anything other than wakefulness and life? They meant to keep him aware and suffering. They knew.

But whoever was guarding him hadn’t. Pietas might hate humans, but he knew the difference between genuine alarm and fake fear. He’d been instigating the real thing for centuries.

Interesting. He could use that.

His eyes adjusted to the light, and he focused on the face hovering over the small window above him.

Was that…Ghost Six?

The light cut off, taking with it the familiar comfort of sight. Pietas bit the inside of his cheek to keep silent.

First Conqueror, War Leader of the Ultras, did not beg.

He did not. He did not.

Bringer of Chaos: the Origin of Pietas
Immortal. Warrior. Outcasts. Traitors took everything. Except their honor.
Preorder on Amazon http://amzn.to/1R8DAbb (Out May 1, 2016)
Read now in print on CreateSpace http://bit.ly/boc-origin-csp

Giveaway – Free Download

Download and print three PDF Bookmarks. The first features Six, the human warrior. The second is Pietas, the immortal warrior. The third is the two, back to back.
Six https://kayelleallen.com/media/boc-bookmark-six.pdf
Pietas https://kayelleallen.com/media/boc-bookmark-pietas.pdf
Pietas and Six https://kayelleallen.com/media/boc-bookmark-pietas6.pdf
Download a free adult coloring book you can print and share. Relax and color with friends. It’s fun! https://kayelleallen.com/media/pietas-coloring-book.pdf

Not Esper. No Telepathy. Oh, sure… #ChaosIsComing #scifi

In this scene from Bringer of Chaos, Six scoffs when Pietas claims he is “not esper” meaning he lacks telepathy. After all, how else could Six have heard the immortal’s thoughts?

30 Days of Chaos: Day 16

To celebrate the launch of Bringer of Chaos: the Origin of Pietas I’m sharing 30 Days of Chaos. Each day during April, I’ll post one excerpt from the book, along with a poster of a quote by Pietas. On the final day, members of my Romance Lives Forever Reader Group will receive a full color book containing all the quotes and posters. Unlike my website, the book posters will have only a quote and a beautiful image. Look for another giveaway at the end of this post.

Not Esper

Not Esper. No Telepathy. Oh, sure... #ChaosIsComing #scifi @kayelleallen #chaos #quote“How long you been out of stasis?”

He tried to wet his lips, but could not. His first attempt to speak came out a croak, and he tried again. “Never.”

“What, they’ve had you in there all this time, not in stasis?”

“Yes.”

“And you just now got around to communicating?”

“Not esper.”

“Not a whisper?”

Pietas repeated the words, without volume.

“All right, wait a minute, Ultra. I’m gonna move some stuff in here. I can’t hear you, so I’m gonna sit closer to your pod.”

“Not! Mine!” The shouted words started him wheezing, which made him begin coughing, which brought blood into his throat. Pietas gagged, but then realized the blood wet his throat and tongue. He coughed, gagged, controlled the reflex, and made himself cough until the thirst subsided.

He must have breath like the grave.

The ghost waited till the coughing and gagging subsided. “I’m not askin’ if you’re all right. But, man! I dunno how you bear being locked in there.”

“No choice,” he croaked.

“Okay, I know you don’t want me sitting closer to your pod, but I–”

“Not–” He sucked in a breath. “Mine.”

“Oh, gotcha! It’s not ‘your’ pod. You ain’t claimin’ that hole.”

“Yes.”

“Okay, now why didn’t you yell for help?”

Because he would beg humans for nothing. Ever. Because he was an Ultra. Because he would rather die endless deaths than admit he needed anyone’s help. Pietas coughed, and summed that up in two words. “Not weak.”

“Not weak? Oh, I get it. Yelling for help is weak, and you Ultras are all ‘we’re too big and bad to yell for help.’ Uh huh. Yeah, lemme tell you. Been me in there, I’d have been screamin’ and thrashin’ till those suckers got me out.”

“Discipline.”

“Discipline? Hah! I’d have lost it. How come you didn’t use ESP and call your kind to come get you?”

“Not esper.”

“Esper. Oh… esper! You mean ESP. No telepathy? I thought you all had that.”

“No.”

“Guess it would’ve been handy, huh? Well, if you’d tried to talk, maybe they’d have done worse.”

“Not afraid of pain.” It came out less than a whisper, but Pietas had no energy to repeat so many words.

“Listen up. Here’s the thing. I’m gonna try to hear you best I can, but this pod is steel and copper. It’s hard to hear. I know it hurts to talk, so here’s what we’re gonna do. If I don’t understand, I’ll try to guess. I start to get the idea, you say something doesn’t need much air. There is air in there, isn’t there?”

The ghost’s concern in the last question took him by surprise. A human, worried about him?

The first few hours in the pod, Pietas had tested every aspect of escape, taking note of the air supply and lack of hydration. He’d remained still once he realized they metered the air. The fury of being held captive, by humans no less, had subsided into resolve to endure. That endurance gave way to the most elaborate revenge fantasies he’d ever harbored.

“Hello? Ultra? You okay in there?”

“Yes. Air.”

“Okay, you got air.” The ghost swore, using choice words. “I’m sorry, man. They told me you were in stasis. I can’t open your pod or give you food or water. I would, I want you to know that. I’ve tortured an enemy when I needed information, but what they’re doing to you is uncalled for. It’s cruel. I don’t want any part of it. Don’t condone it.”

Today was full of surprises.

Bringer of Chaos: the Origin of Pietas
Immortal. Warrior. Outcasts. Traitors took everything. Except their honor.
Preorder on Amazon http://amzn.to/1R8DAbb (Out May 1, 2016)
Read now in print on CreateSpace http://bit.ly/boc-origin-csp

Giveaway – Free Download

Download and print three PDF Bookmarks. The first features Six, the human warrior. The second is Pietas, the immortal warrior. The third is the two, back to back.
Six https://kayelleallen.com/media/boc-bookmark-six.pdf
Pietas https://kayelleallen.com/media/boc-bookmark-pietas.pdf
Pietas and Six https://kayelleallen.com/media/boc-bookmark-pietas6.pdf
Download a free adult coloring book you can print and share. Relax and color with friends. It’s fun! https://kayelleallen.com/media/pietas-coloring-book.pdf

Pain: a Warrior’s Ally #ChaosIsComing #scifi

In this scene from Bringer of Chaos, Pietas insists on Six telling him how far the ship has come, and discovers his imprisonment and isolation are far from over. He is imprisoned inside a steel and copper stasis tube and cannot see Six.

30 Days of Chaos: Day 17

To celebrate the launch of Bringer of Chaos: the Origin of Pietas I’m sharing 30 Days of Chaos. Each day during April, I’ll post one excerpt from the book, along with a poster of a quote by Pietas. On the final day, members of my Romance Lives Forever Reader Group will receive a full color book containing all the quotes and posters. Unlike my website, the book posters will have only a quote and a beautiful image. Look for another giveaway at the end of this post.

A Warrior’s Ally

Pain: a Warrior's Ally #ChaosIsComing #scifi @kayelleallen #chaos #quote“The ship’s still in station. It hasn’t even left Enderium Six.”

Still in station? Still in station! He’d thought they’d be halfway there by now. “Long?”

“How long have you been here? Three Terran solar months today. The trip doesn’t start until next week. Supposed to take a year.”

A year!

A year in this netherworld, with no food, no water? Four times longer than he’d already suffered. Every time he died his cells burst and renewed themselves, searing his entire body from the inside out. He’d suffocate in a coffin full of dead cells.

The Ultra metabolism was proof humans had no mercy. Mortal death could never terminate his life. No matter how much he might want it.

Desire it. Crave it.

The ghost was talking, but Pietas couldn’t hear, overtaken by a weakness he hadn’t suffered from since he was a child.

“Pietas!” His father cupped his face and forced him to look up. Behind his father’s head, Earth’s yellow sun blasted its light. “Warriors do not cry. Stop it this instant.”

He’d been three years old, and had fallen while trying to keep up with his father’s longer stride.

His hands bled, and it frightened him. Ultras didn’t bleed. His father said so. Something must be wrong.

He lifted his palms to show his father. “It hurts.”

“Ultras never admit to pain. You are my son! Put your hands down this instant.”

His mother picked him up, and chided Mahikos. Holding Pietas in her arms, she examined his hands, now healed, and kissed his palms. “There, my son. It’s all better. See? Pain must be borne, but it passes.”

“You will make him weak.”

“I’ll make him compassionate.” Helia tousled his hair, and kissed Pietas on the cheek. “He’s never been injured before, Mahikos. Be patient.”

Pietas flung his arms around his mother’s neck.

“You’ll make him weak. Ultra warriors have no time for weakness. The next time he cries, I will beat him until he stops.”

His father had beaten him, many times. But for crying? Never. An Ultra does not seek to escape pain. If one inflicts pain, one must bear it. Pain must be borne. Pain is a warrior’s ally. A warrior must not show weakness.

Pietas jerked himself back to the present. “What?”

“I asked if you’re all right.”

He swallowed. The tears had wet his throat. “I am perfect.”

“Uh huh. Heard you were a narcissist too. Is all that nasty crap they say about you true?”


Bringer of Chaos: the Origin of Pietas
Immortal. Warrior. Outcasts. Traitors took everything. Except their honor.
Preorder on Amazon http://amzn.to/1R8DAbb (Out May 1, 2016)
Read now in print on CreateSpace http://bit.ly/boc-origin-csp

Giveaway – Free Download

Download and print three PDF Bookmarks. The first features Six, the human warrior. The second is Pietas, the immortal warrior. The third is the two, back to back.
Six https://kayelleallen.com/media/boc-bookmark-six.pdf
Pietas https://kayelleallen.com/media/boc-bookmark-pietas.pdf
Pietas and Six https://kayelleallen.com/media/boc-bookmark-pietas6.pdf
Download a free adult coloring book you can print and share. Relax and color with friends. It’s fun! https://kayelleallen.com/media/pietas-coloring-book.pdf

Don’t Call Me Six #ChaosIsComing #scifi

In this scene from Bringer of Chaos, the human guard assigned to Pietas refuses to reveal his name, and gets a new one. When he asks “Why call me Six?” he’s not too happy about the answer. (Pietas is imprisoned inside a steel and copper stasis tube and cannot see Six.)

30 Days of Chaos: Day 18

To celebrate the launch of Bringer of Chaos: the Origin of Pietas I’m sharing 30 Days of Chaos. Each day during April, I’ll post one excerpt from the book, along with a poster of a quote by Pietas. On the final day, members of my Romance Lives Forever Reader Group will receive a full color book containing all the quotes and posters. Unlike my website, the book posters will have only a quote and a beautiful image. Look for another giveaway at the end of this post.

Call Me Six

Don't Call Me Six #ChaosIsComing #scifi @kayelleallen #chaos #quoteThe man launched into a lengthy tale about his childhood, revealing bits of history without naming a person or place. Even while regaling Pietas with a tale, the ghost’s soldier-training held true. One consorted with the enemy to make him feel comfortable and use that comfort to gain intelligence, but revealed no personal details.

Pietas had to admit to a grudging respect. “I–” He coughed. “I am Pietas.”

“Yeah.” The ghost paused, and then chuckled. “I figured that for myself.”

The remnant of a tear rolled onto his lips. Pietas licked it. Tasted salt, sweat, his own blood. “Six now.”

“Sorry, what?”

“Name. Six.”

“Six? Sorry. I don’t get you.”

“You. Six.”

“What, you mean, you call me Six?

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Six. Eight.”

“Six eight. Sixty eight? What? What are you… Oh. You mean because we met on Enderium Six.”

“Six. Eight.”

“You’re making no sense, Ultra. I don’t have a clue– Oh, wait.” The ghost swore. “There were eight ghosts who came up against you in that room. You’re saying you thought of me as number six.”

Pietas smiled, pleased he understood. “Yes.”

“You think ’cause I won’t tell you my name, you can give me a number?” He swore in another language. “You got some nerve, Ultra. You know that?”

“I am Pietas.”

“You don’t like being called Ultra, don’t call me Six.”

“Is– your name.”

“I’m gonna let that go ’cause you’re in there and I’m out here, but you call me Six when we get outta here, I’m gonna kick your ass.”

Pietas smiled. So, the ghost foresaw them leaving together, did he? Good. He could definitely use that.

Bringer of Chaos: the Origin of Pietas
Immortal. Warrior. Outcasts. Traitors took everything. Except their honor.
Preorder on Amazon http://amzn.to/1R8DAbb (Out May 1, 2016)
Read now in print on CreateSpace http://bit.ly/boc-origin-csp

Giveaway – Free Download

Download and print three PDF Bookmarks. The first features Six, the human warrior. The second is Pietas, the immortal warrior. The third is the two, back to back.
Six https://kayelleallen.com/media/boc-bookmark-six.pdf
Pietas https://kayelleallen.com/media/boc-bookmark-pietas.pdf
Pietas and Six https://kayelleallen.com/media/boc-bookmark-pietas6.pdf
Download a free adult coloring book you can print and share. Relax and color with friends. It’s fun! https://kayelleallen.com/media/pietas-coloring-book.pdf

A Lucky Hit #ChaosIsComing #scifi

In this short scene from Bringer of Chaos, Six finds out the truth about his lucky hit. (Pietas is imprisoned inside a steel and copper stasis tube and cannot see Six.)

30 Days of Chaos: Day 19

To celebrate the launch of Bringer of Chaos: the Origin of Pietas I’m sharing 30 Days of Chaos. Each day during April, I’ll post one excerpt from the book, along with a poster of a quote by Pietas. On the final day, members of my Romance Lives Forever Reader Group will receive a full color book containing all the quotes and posters. Unlike my website, the book posters will have only a quote and a beautiful image. Look for another giveaway at the end of this post.

Lucky Hit

A Lucky Hit #ChaosIsComing #scifi @kayelleallen #chaos #quote“They’re not lying about no other human ever hitting you before? It’s true?”

The legends of his prowess had preceded him. “True.”

“How about that?”

“Lucky.”

“Lucky? That’s what you call the result of discipline. Maybe you’ve heard of that.”

Pietas grinned into the dark, saying nothing.

The ghost swore. “The only one. Well, I’ll be damned.”

“Yes. You will.”

Six let out a belly laugh.

Fatigue swept over Pietas. After such lengthy inactivity, talking exhausted him. He welcomed the bliss of sleep. As he drifted off, he heard the ghost speak, almost to himself.

“Man, I was luckier I lived through that than I thought.”


Bringer of Chaos: the Origin of Pietas
Immortal. Warrior. Outcasts. Traitors took everything. Except their honor.
Preorder on Amazon http://amzn.to/1R8DAbb (Out May 1, 2016)
Read now in print on CreateSpace http://bit.ly/boc-origin-csp

Giveaway – Free Download

Download and print three PDF Bookmarks. The first features Six, the human warrior. The second is Pietas, the immortal warrior. The third is the two, back to back.
Six https://kayelleallen.com/media/boc-bookmark-six.pdf
Pietas https://kayelleallen.com/media/boc-bookmark-pietas.pdf
Pietas and Six https://kayelleallen.com/media/boc-bookmark-pietas6.pdf
Download a free adult coloring book you can print and share. Relax and color with friends. It’s fun! https://kayelleallen.com/media/pietas-coloring-book.pdf

Never, Never, Never #ChaosIsComing #scifi

In this scene from Bringer of Chaos, Pietas is still imprisoned inside a steel and copper stasis tube. He uses the word “never” seven times. Freedom lies straight ahead. If–a big if–his captors release him. It opens with Six speaking.

30 Days of Chaos: Day 20

To celebrate the launch of Bringer of Chaos: the Origin of Pietas I’m sharing 30 Days of Chaos. Each day during April, I’ll post one excerpt from the book, along with a poster of a quote by Pietas. On the final day, members of my Romance Lives Forever Reader Group will receive a full color book containing all the quotes and posters. Unlike my website, the book posters will have only a quote and a beautiful image. Look for another giveaway at the end of this post.

Never

Never, Never, Never #ChaosIsComing #scifi @kayelleallen #chaos #quote“Pietas! Can you hear me? I hope you can hear me. We’re coming in. The planet is dead ahead. It’s Sempervia. We’re there! We land today. The strobes you’re seeing–if you can still see–those are alerts. We’re landing!”

Joy and terror flooded Pietas in equal measure. Joy in the hope this repugnant nightmare might soon end. Terror he’d be marooned on this detestable world but never released, never found. They’d leave him to spend eternity alone in a hellish existence of eternal night.

No! No. He would be free. He would. Freedom was his birthright. He had not suffered this long to be denied freedom now.

Every part of his body hurt. Every finger, every toe, every tooth. Every eyelash.

Hunger no longer ravaged him. Did he even have a stomach anymore? In an earlier stage of hunger, it must have eaten itself. That pain had stopped long ago, and moved to every extremity.

Thirst, however, thirst haunted him, a creature from nightmares.

Once he got out of this pod, he’d throw himself into a river and drink it dry. Wait, instead, he’d drink some of it, and then let the river soak into his bones. He’d never go thirsty. Never be dirty.

And he would eat. It would be good to have food. Any food would do. Once he found food, he’d stuff his face full. He’d stop being picky. Whatever there was, it would be good enough. He’d never refuse food. He’d break bread with his family every chance he got.

The thought of family made his heart hurt. He’d hug Dessy, wrap both arms around his mother, and never let her go. He’d even hug his father.

And Six. He’d spend time with Six.

They would fish, as Six had promised. They’d sit by a river, cast lines, kick back on the bank, and watch clouds roll by. He hadn’t gone fishing since he was a boy. Fishing with Six at his side sounded like heaven.

It was true that Six had threatened the sole person Pietas could not and would not lose. Yes, Six had helped capture him. But that had been duty, and hadn’t Six proven his mettle and his true heart a hundred times since?

A klaxon sounded. The ship must be going into port.


Bringer of Chaos: the Origin of Pietas
Immortal. Warrior. Outcasts. Traitors took everything. Except their honor.
Preorder on Amazon http://amzn.to/1R8DAbb (Out May 1, 2016)
Read now in print on CreateSpace http://bit.ly/boc-origin-csp

Giveaway – Free Download

Download and print three PDF Bookmarks. The first features Six, the human warrior. The second is Pietas, the immortal warrior. The third is the two, back to back.
Six https://kayelleallen.com/media/boc-bookmark-six.pdf
Pietas https://kayelleallen.com/media/boc-bookmark-pietas.pdf
Pietas and Six https://kayelleallen.com/media/boc-bookmark-pietas6.pdf
Download a free adult coloring book you can print and share. Relax and color with friends. It’s fun! https://kayelleallen.com/media/pietas-coloring-book.pdf

 
 
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