Set in a fictionalised backdrop of ancient Egypt; a chance meeting between two young boys sets into motion a series of events that devistates history as they know it, and changes the fate of mankind forever.
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Blood, Friendship, and Marriage is a fantasy series set in a fictionalised version of Ancient Egypt, where real magic, gods, and even the dead seem to control the fate of man.
Time Forgets is the first book in the series, and is set at a time where man is still divided into three breeds. These breeds are the Silkoniousmacarmakayeons (Silkoneons), Odraians, and Standing. Each as unique, and self reliant as they are intricately connected to the other two. In the end the fate of all three rests in the hands of one very small group, and ultimately everything lies in the hands of one singular individual looking for peace, and redemption.
The Silkoniousmacarmakayeons (Silkoneons) are a passive breed ruled by their Sintoy (inner animal). They live in harmony with their motherkind the Odraians, a less powerful, more austere, arrogant, and judgmental breed which they evolved from centuries before. But they live in fear of the Standing, a breed in which harness a rare darker power known as Reama, which is handed down through a select few paternal lines. It is the sinister Standing sorcerers, who have the power to trap, and enslave them in a state halfway between human, and animal that the Silkoneons fear.
But where there is fear, there is also curiosity. So when Simüte Lutoni (Silkoneon), and Yoam Ana-Her (Standing) meet, an unlikely friendship forms between them, that slowly extends back to en-capture those who know them best. Including Yoam’s older half brother Tao Karinal, who is tormented both by his father’s suicide, and his parents’ deception. And the enchanting Lillyannu Ashmar, who chooses her duty to her people over her own heart, cursing all those who would love her to share in her misery.
But when both breeds fall to the mercy of a common enemy, who attempt the complete enslavement of one in order to wage war against the other, there last stand is a terminally dangerous measure. But can one selfish sacrifice really change the fate of man?
The nine year old Tao Karinal was almost skipping down the corridors towards his father’s office. He’d been sent by his mother to fetch the Pharaoh’s Chief Sorcerer, and beloved brother in-law, Simonus Karinal. Tao’s father. The man he admired more than anyone.
Reaching the door to the office, he stopped for a brief moment, swinging his arms in a sweeping manner before him, trying to compose himself into a frame of mind his father would tolerate. Taking a deep breath, and puffing his chest out slightly, he gave a loud tap on the office door, before entering.
The sight that met him, however, chilled his body to the very core. A scream rested in the sickening pit of his stomach, as he saw the smile, and heard the tightening chord of the rope.
His memory ran like the slow dripping of the blood. His vision blurred like the swaying of a hung body. Everything was gone.
‘Big brother, where’s father,’ an infantile voice sounded near to him.
He could feel something cold pressed behind his back. He knew he was crouched down somewhere. Somewhere that wasn’t his father’s office. But where he was, or how he got there, he didn’t know.
All he could see was the swaying. All he could hear was the slow drip of blood.
‘Tao, Tao, Tao,’ the voice sounded again. ‘Where’s father? Why didn’t you get father? Tao? Tao? Tao? Tao? Ta…’
Was it him that screamed, or her? He didn’t know. That was the one detail he could never remember.
Someone screamed. Someone screamed so loudly that everything else became a blur. Someone screamed. Someone screamed, because his father was dead. Someone screamed, because his father had killed himself.