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What inspired you to write your book?
I’ve been inspired by legends of the class like R.L Stine, and current powerhouses like JR Ward and Stephanie Meyer. I framed my own particular one of a kind style of turning stories that are immediately enamoring and alarming.
Here is a short sample from the book:
The Story From Beyond Time
Fifteen Centuries had passed since the great prophet walked the lands, and people passed through good and bad times, but never lost hope of a better day. Times always depended on the skies and stars, and these things guided the men and women of Khandar, on the eastern edge of the continent. For four of these centuries, something strange began to happen, and a new creature emerged from the depths of the Hasnu Mountains. The mountains were a place where many caves and dark mysteries lay sleeping since before time was recorded by man. Everyone remembers those times as the “times before time” and no one knows what was then and remained until today because people were more concerned about their daily lives and how to survive the wretched days.
They had a word in their folklore, “Dracu,” referring to everything that was bad and stood hidden in the darkness; everything they did not know or could not entirely understand. Everybody stood away from the unknown, tried to avoid it as much as possible and mind their business, no matter how meager it might have been or how great their curiosity was… the fear was too great!
And even when it came by, nobody knew what it was or where it came from. They saw it and feared it, and even if it had many forms and shapes, the shape of a beautiful man was the predominant figure they would see. He was superior, but ruthless, and he would kill anyone who stood against him or said the wrong word. This creature was shrouded in mystery. He would not talk to people; just wander through their houses watching closely and carefully their whereabouts. The strangest thing was, from time to time, young beautiful girls would disappear into thin air, and nobody could tell where they went or what took them. Everything else was just suspicions and silent words told behind closed door… whispers of fear.
Hence, nobody could stand against the Dracu and had no idea what he was really capable of. People would hide their daughters at nightfall, hoping the curse did not fall on them, too. Turning their eyes towards the Gods was all they could do, but the Gods seemed to have turned a blind eye towards them because this demon could do anything he pleased and no one seemed able to stop him.
Years passed by, and Dracula managed to kill all those who dared to oppose him. Soon, after a few decades, he became ruler of the land, with the help of his vampire army. In the beginning, kings tried to conquer the land, but were always defeated in some strange and curious way. People knew that war meant a blood bath, but Dracula turned everything into carnage, and those who managed to escape told stories of blood thirsty, hideous creatures, which swept the land, fighting like a hundred lions in one fist, and even the greatest army could not withstand a hundred of those vampire warriors who seemed to have no fear of steel or death. They seemed to have beaten death and now came back from the dead to have some fun; no life could be spotted in their eyes, only an endless darkness that would have rendered a person silent, if not dead!
Dracula conquered vast lands, but suddenly stopped and never put a step ahead, as if there was something holding him back, something curious that could stop the unstoppable. For hundreds of years, people came and went. Babies were born and young women disappeared, but he and his nobles never went away. All sorts of legends and tales emerged from the people, those people who still had the courage to speak out without being heard or killed. If somebody said that he must be a God, then there were others who called him Satan himself. Others called him a fallen angel, banished by God from the heavens to punish the sinful ones in those lands. No matter what each individual thought, fear throned their hearts, the fear they would not catch another day alive.
During this time, Dracula appeared to have had two offspring as bad and vicious as himself, if not even worse than himself, and they managed to put fear into men’s souls both on the battlefield and in their homes.
For hundreds of years, nothing seemed to ever change. Dracula was there and so were his two sons, Valerian and Argus. But why should one need an heir if he seemed to live forever? Everything seemed to be so senseless, but people had no idea what they really were and what was about to happen to their world. Dracula’s kingdom was kept in total darkness, and even those outside knew more than those under the terror! No wonder he stopped conquering the known world; the earth outside his kingdom had something strange in it, something that made him sick. Not only him, but everyone else like him, and he had to stop unless he wanted to disappear.
Somehow, the neighboring country of Vllahyus somehow found out about this weakness and decided to start a war to wipe out the “creatures” and take the land and the people for themselves. Slavery and land were the most important resources besides gold in those days, so everyone tried to conquer as much as possible for booty and riches.
They had their swords and spears, and everything else made up of that material which never had a steady name. Everyone called it as they wanted. Those from Vllahyus came, sure of the victory, because Dracula would have a small army of vampires who slaughtered everything in their path, but this time… this time they would fall prey to that rain of deadly arrows. Their doom was coming from the sky!
They never came back to the castle. Dracula was gone, and the rest of the vampires and his sons vanished. Nobody really knew what happened, where they went, or if they were still alive. No word of them was ever heard, and history seemed to have buried them deeply underground, and the wind of the north had wiped them out of people’s memory…. only, from time to time, an elder would remember those evil times when even the sun would stay hidden in the clouds for fear of Dracula.
A hundred years of peace, a hundred years of man to man’s destruction, no supernatural creatures or things that were never what they seemed to be at first. The world went on with life and death, as natural as it could ever be, until another earthquake shook the earth and was about to turn it again into a scene of darkness and the unknown…. the known world was about to witness the rebirth of the myth, the legends resurrected…. They were back!