Wednesday, January 27, 2021

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Notes: Kye and I came up with the idea for this story years ago. It's a collaborative effort, the first either of us have ever embarked upon. We took several years just to get six chapters plus a prologue written; the resulting book, as well as Book Two, is now for sale.

We've chosen to present each book in six-chapter chunks making for a quick read, each chapter detailing specific moments from the heroes' lives as they get to know each other in the very unique way that has been, for better or worse, availed to them. The reasons for doing this center more on the fact that each six-chapter chunk takes a while for both of us to write--usually two years or more due to our schedules. Instead of waiting a quarter century to launch the completed work, we decided to go with this plan instead.

The story is a mix of contemporary and urban fantasy mixed with a little epic fantasy as well. Our goal isn't to make it too heavy, and to retain as much focus on the characters as possible.



The Imaginariverse

A GREAT human named Albert Einstein once said, "Imagination is everything. It is the preview of life's coming attractions."

He had no idea just how right he was.

But I'm getting ahead of myself.

Please let me introduce myself. I'm Zappee, and I've got a story I'd like to tell you. I'd like to tell you that it's a true story, but I'll refrain from doing so. You see, I know how divided you humans are, and I don't want to trouble you too much. You believe that imagination is devoid of truth, or has only a fleeting relationship with it. You believe imagination is for children. You reserve yours for the times your boss tells you to "think outside the box" in order to maximize the office supplies. That's what you human adults call "imagination."

You see, I'm not from your universe. I'm from the Imaginariverse.

Where is the Imaginariverse? Well, when you're not thinking of staplers and paper clips and "brainstorming" ideas for integrating this or that business "solution" to maximize the office “app’s ” whatsis so that the quarterly "white paper" reads "black" and not "red"—and just let me point out right now that such "brainstorming" pollutes our home, the Imaginariverse, so please STOP IT!—what fills the space between your well-groomed ears is the Imaginariverse. Unless you're an Adult and not just an adult (capitals matter, so pay attention!), there is probably at least a sliver of space remaining in that gray matter that allows you to, if I may use one of your favorite dry tech terms, "interface" with my home. With the Imaginariverse.

The Imaginariverse touches all other universes. Most of the time that's a good thing. Our universe makes all the other ones worth living in. Ours is the one that makes sunsets romantic, that makes poets write sonnets about them, that makes singers croon about them. It's our universe that prods the scientist to try that new experiment or the mathematician to press on with her new theorem. Our universe is what gives Light to light, Sound to sound, Smell to smell, Taste to taste, and Touch to touch. (See? I told you that capitals are important!)

Like I said, most of the time that's a good thing.

The story I'm about to tell you is about the time when it wasn't a good thing.

You see, my name is Zappee, like I told you, but most of you humans know me by another name: the Muse. I’m one of the "sparks" that travel between the Imaginariverse and yours. I am a Conductor of Dreams.

One day an evil Queen named Walmar Seburbia found a way to trap and contain me. Her Magicians used a spell to change me, "upgrade" me. She did this because a Soothsayer prophesied that a Hero would come and end her reign of terror over the Imaginariverse, a reign of terror she was determined to spread to all universes.

She wanted to use me to stop the hero. The problem was, she wasn't quite sure who the hero was. Over a long time she whittled the list down to the six most likely candidates. She couldn’t choose more, because aiming me more than six ways would’ve destroyed her Vortex Cannon.

She was bound and determined. She loaded me into the Cannon and aimed, and that's where my story shall begin.

Chapter One