Post By Danielle Devor
Gabriel Drake had royally fouled up his life. Before his wife
died, he was wealthy, respected, and loved. He pissed away the
small fortune he and his wife built, drove away his friends,
alienated his family, and even took a few precarious steps on the
wrong side of the law. He lost his way. The world had forgotten
the man he was, and then a head-on collision between his Jeep
and a tree changed everything.
Death would have been easier. Instead, he’s woken up in a
strange place where all the lost and forgotten things and people
of our world go to rest. The laws of physics seem to be driven
more by magic than logic. Cats fly and talk into his mind. He’s in
a place where real power has been trampled under the foot of a
maniacal emperor, and Gabriel alone has the power to free these
forgotten people from the emperor’s iron grip. Which will
Gabriel save: these lost and broken people, or his own shattered
life?
Fiction Excerpt:
The expansive cave was filled with statues. Gabriel
was immediately reminded of the terracotta army in
China, row after row of warriors guarding the tombs
of ancient Chinese emperors, but these weren’t
warriors. They weren’t distinctly Chinese, either. They
were cyclopean; that was the first thing Gabriel
noticed. Rather than two equally distanced eyes, each
statue had one large eye right above the nose.
Unlike those Chinese statues, these weren’t uniform,
either. Different bodies, faces, attire, genders, and
ages of Cyclops made up the horde of stone figures.
Dread began to creep back up Gabriel’s spine as he
saw something they all had in common other than
their lack of depth perception: every carved face was
locked eternally in an expression of fear. Stout
warriors crouched, hiding their faces. Women with
horrified looks stood guarding their children. Gabriel
wondered what foul mind could have sculpted such
horrors over and over again.
Gabriel realized what was wrong. The ‘s’ sounds were
extended, like Cobra Commander in G.I. Joe, or like a
s