"The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you
Don't go back to sleep
People are going back and forth across the doorsill
where the two worlds touch
The door is round and open
Don't go back to sleep."
—Rumi—
"They who dream by day are cognizant of many things
which escape those who dream only by night."
—Edgar Allan Poe—
"Fellow-wanderer,
Could we but mix ourselves into a dream...”
—W.B.Yeats—
Listen, the night is here...
Movies
Michael A LaFlamme
Michael D. Poe
“He is written about in legend, whispered about in the dark corners of the world. He is shadow; he is wind. Yet none know his name or his face; for this, to be sure, is a Master Assassin from McAmal.”
Ncon tried to deny the legacy of McAmal, the Deamon-ruled island of his birth, but his blood-debt remains unforgiven. Aided by his friend, the flamboyant swordmage Figment, and under the subversive guidance of the wizard Zandor, Ncon must return to McAmal to face the GrandWeir, God of the Assassins, and kill one last time.
Books
Blacksent
Book of the Umbra
Available now in print
From Infinity Publishing
http://www.bbotw.com
ISBN=0-7414-3810-0
Available now on Amazon.com
Heroes
Art for the cover of BLACKSENT: Book of the Umbra by the incomparable Angela Sasser. See more of her creations at www.ANGELICSHADES.com
BLACKSENT
Book of the Umbra
Michael A LaFlamme
Michael D. Poe
ISBN 0-7414-3810-0
US$14.95
www.BBOTW.com
orders@buybooksontheweb.com
Phone orders:
Toll Free (877) BUY-BOOK
About me: (This is a preview from our published novel.)*********************************
to order, go to:
www.BBOTW.com
or Borders.com
********************************************************
BLACKSENT
Book of the Umbra
By
Michael A LaFlamme
and
Michael D. Poe
PART ONE
Before
PRELUDE
Shadow Path
The tide falls, bringing closure to dusk, proclaiming the night. Crystal-flecked ebon rules the sky with only a faint sliver of moonlight balancing on the horizon. Here, the ocean and shore divulge alliance of water and earth. One gives as one takes.
The evening begins, giving Ncon little notice. There is no protocol for his task: it has no precedent. He paces, slowly tracking his own muted steps in the beach sand, absently counting shells and driftwood.
A faint smell of moist carbon returns his attention to the neglected firecircle, where coals glow stubbornly with life. Ncon has tended the watchfire for weeks. A few ships have passed the cove, yet none have entered. Perhaps the one he waits for will never appear.
Ncon could let the fire go out this time. The darkened embers would burn away with the last of his memories, easing the hurt and the hate. It would be all too simple to just walk away.
Then he rubs the back of his forearm, recalling another fire- one that will never fade. The memory is branded into his scarred flesh, a marked token of reason. It did not matter how far he walked, ran, or rode… he would be found. Those who owned him would follow Ncon through Creation’s flames and into the next life if need be. They claimed deed to his soul the day he was born.
But it is not death that Ncon fears. That his masters will take his life is an assured fact. He could welcome true Death, being one who had fed Her so well. That freedom shuns Ncon.
They own him by blood, by the blood he has spilled. No distance, no amount of years, no ocean will wash his hands clear of that debt. He walks this ground to make a stand.
To silence the voices.
Shades of the past, restless spirits haunt the edge of Ncon’s waking hours and dominate his fitful sleep. They may well follow him from this world, making his torment eternal. No, salvation is a chimera, a rock thrown to a drowning man. All Ncon can hope for is a good death. Blood debt released by blood.
His blood.
It is the only truth he knows.
*There is always more than one truth, Ncon. Doubt can be a strength.*
He turns quickly to the water, looking for the source of the ethervoice. She is not there, of course, although her words linger weeks after she spoke them to his thoughts. A wave begins to crest, almost taking on her form, a figure at one with the ocean. It rolls out onto the shore, potential fading with the memory.
Yet he knows the LadyShip, his LadyShip, is out there somewhere, home to the sea, allowing Ncon the illusion of being her protector. Being exempt from his fate is not a certain liberty for her. She watches, not with eyes that see, but a bond of regard.
Ncon aches for her memory to take flesh, a clinging, desperate wish- at the same time knowing it to be a vain hope, a need aborted. His one comfort is in believing she will not see him die. It is the only freedom he can impart to the LadyShip.
*Your love is my freedom.*
He looks to the water again. Further, past the edge of the cove, a dim speck of light catches Ncon’s eye. It bobs with the rhythm of the waves. The bow lamp of a ship- very well the one he waits for. This time of night, most certainly the one. He returns to the firecircle, gathering tinder as he goes. Hesitating over the coals, he wonders again at having made the right choice. Did it need to end here, at this lone shore?
*You are never alone, Ncon. That you choose is all that matters.*
Yes, this is his choice. Against all odds, surmounting the will of his masters and an ocean of blood, he chooses this end.
Slowly, then, so as not to smother the coals, Ncon adds tinder to the firecircle. Within moments, it catches hold, life returns in consumption. He continues to feed the flames, taking warmth as it grows. Doubts drain as the night alights. Action gives purpose.
The bow lamp of the ship shows it turns, then moves inland. This is what Ncon has waited for: not absolution, only finality.
Silence, then. The voices are stilled, waiting. Watching.
Morpheus Tales thanks you for the add! Morpheus Tales #5 out now featuring fiction by Joe R. Lansdale! Coming soon, the Undead Special, plus Ray Garton, Christopher Golden, Michael Laimo, Joseph McGee, Joseph D'Lacey and much more! Free previews available: www.morpheustales.com
BLACKSENT. — I can’t tell you how delighted I am to have you join in, rather than be left behind. — W. Maltese, the chronicler of FLICKER: TEEN-WARRIOR SAGA.
