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About the author:
Boris Sanders started to write at a very early age, in fact, so much so that, for his mother's surprise, the doctor who delivered him insisted to have seen some marks that resembled words inside her womb. His intellect is quite advantaged, having learned 37 languages by the age of 14, of which 35 were created by him, don't have a writing form, and only he can speak and understand them. In addition, he has a photographic memory, as long as an actual photo was taken during the occasion.
In his spare time Boris likes to swim in waterless pools and investigate the mysteries of the universe, while sitting on his comfortable couch, effectively doing nothing. He has a particular taste for olives of any kind.
What inspired you to write your book?
I have been writing this book for a few years now. It all started when I imagined what would it look like if a city grew towards the sky, and if instead of several mega-cities, just one humongous city were to exist. So, in a way, the characters and the story came afterwards. I wanted the story to be a psychological thriller, maybe because by the time I had just watched Death Note, I'm not sure, I just know I wanted to create something as intense.
Here is a short sample from the book:
“Good night, Master.”
“Good night, X,” Max replied, even though he knew it made no sense to wish a robot good night.
As he opened his eyes, Max found himself in an ample room, the floor and roof seemed to be made of marble, and there were several Greek columns around him. He couldn’t see very far, due to the area’s poor illumination, but he could hear water splashing on the surroundings. He came to realize that he wasn’t alone, for he could hear voices, sometimes whispers, and even laugher at times, but he couldn’t make out what they were saying, they were talking in a weird language he didn’t recognize, he was certain that it was men voices, though.
He ventured through the dark with caution, following the voices. The closer he got, the brighter it become, until he got close enough to notice what was the source of the voices; there were five men, all of them naked, in a huge pool right in the middle of the room, talking with each other. As he got closer, he was sure one of them was going to spot him, but none of them reacted, so he took the opportunity to study them further.
One of them talked more than the rest, he was the only one with a beardless face, his neck seemed a bit bent forward, but what caught Max’s attention were the man’s eyes. They had two different colors; one was black as the night, and the other blue as the sky. Maybe it had something to do with his different set of eyes, but that man had a powerful stare. Max was still analyzing him when he was startled by a voice next to him.
“Do you like what you see? It’s been a while since you don’t take your eyes from him.”
Max then noticed a little girl next to him. “What an odd place for a child to be,” he thought. She was cute, but unconventional. She had silver hair, which was weird for a child to have, to say the least, her skin was pale as a sheet of paper, and Max wasn’t sure whether his eyes were deceiving him, but her eyes seemed purple. “It must be a trick of the lights.” he convinced himself.
“What is a little girl like you doing here? And how come you speak English and they don’t?” she couldn’t be more than 7 years old, Max felt weird asking questions to someone so young, but he had so many that it was hard for him to know even where to begin.
“Oh, sorry, you can’t understand, can you? Let me give you a hand with that,” the girl said, snapping her fingers, and suddenly, the men switched from whatever language they were speaking, to English.
“And then I charged in the center of the enemy formation, as soon as I met Darius, he thought he had me, because he had prepared for it, but of course, I had expected him to be, and had a counter measure, a double phalanx! That broke his center, and he had to flee for his life!” said the man with the mismatched eyes, and all the others started laughing.
Max left the shadows, now that he could understand what they were saying, they didn’t seem so threatening, “What’s a phalanx?” he asked as he got closer. He couldn’t explain, but that man had something different around him, although Max couldn’t pinpoint what it was.
But no one answered. Worse than that, nobody even looked at him, he was utterly ignored, and their conversation followed.
“How cute! Are you trying to make friends? They can’t hear you, dummy.”
“Why not? And you still didn’t explain why you’re here; and how did you change their language like that?” Max decided to ignore the brat’s insult.
“Well, I kind of work here. Yeah, I guess you could see it like that,” the girl said, balancing herself on the top of her toes, playfully. It was clear now that she was deliberately choosing which questions to answer and which to ignore.
“So you’re trying to convince me that a little girl like you works here? What are you in charge of, playing with dolls?” Max was trying to make fun of the obvious lie that the girl had just told him, until a realization came in “Oh my god, are you being kept here against your will? Are they hurting you here?”
“Hurting me? I think you got it wrong.”
“You don’t have to hide it, I can help you! As soon as I find a way out, I will sneak you out with me,” Max was already scanning the room, looking for an exit.
“You don’t understand. Look: Alexander!” the girl said, now looking at the man with the mismatched eyes, and he instantly looked at her, got up in a hurry, ran on her direction despite being naked.
As soon as he was just two feet away, he bowed, “Nike! Do you have a message from the gods for me? Or maybe an Omen?”
“Yes,” she answered with a devious smile, “the gods say that the only way for you to win your next battle, will be if you prove yourself worthy, and to do that; you must carry a horse on your back.”
“A horse, you say? I shall do as the gods bid, but I’m not confident of how possibly I could accomplish it.”
“Use your intelligence, instead of brute strength, Alexander. But you must do it now,” It was weird for Max to see such a young girl commanding such a big man, he had his doubts before, but was sure now, she definitely wasn’t normal.
“Hum…” he scratched his beardless chin, “Well, a baby horse still counts as a horse, doesn’t it?”
“Yes, a smart idea, just as I expected from you. Just make sure no one sees you. You don’t want to start the rumor that the king is getting crazy.”
“I will do it at once, Nike! Thank you for helping me!” Alexander bowed again, and stormed out of the room, still naked and ignoring the cries of the men that were talking with him before.
“As you can see, I’m fine here, no need to try to sneak me anywhere,” Nike was now looking at Max, with a cheeky smile, as if she was purposely not telling him everything.
“Ok. That was weird. Where are we, anyway? And did you just ask a naked man to carry a horse just to make a point? And why can you talk with them, but I can’t?” Max had so many questions, that he barely could keep his thoughts straight.
“Do you always ask that many questions? Geeze! We don’t have that kind of time, there’s more to be seen,” and as she said that; the world around Max shifted, and everything changed.