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Todd Matthews is a–okay, talking in the third-person is weird, so hi, I'm Todd! I'm a professional Thought Criminal who hides behind a screen and pens random thoughts regarding liberty. When I jumbled my thoughts together, I created Northern Knights, Episode I in the Lord of Columbia Series. Well, that's about all there really is to know, so let's embrace liberty!
What inspired you to write your book?
On July 4th, 2015 I watched Sons of Liberty and thought to myself how I could make a story out of it in modern times yet in a fantasy atmosphere. Hence, Northern Knights was born. I drew influences from my favorite books, TV shows, and movies, crisscrossed them and came up with a story about an arrogant college athlete gifted in element control who reignites a colonial uprising.
Here is a short sample from the book:
Cain Riscattare would’ve laughed in a man’s face had they told him his life was about to derail. He hoisted himself off his bed, twirled a stray curl in his hair, and heaved his luggage to the living room, where Aunt Ira prepared dinner in the kitchen.
“Got everything?” she said.
Cain collapsed on the couch. “Phone, laptop, element control books, six-pack of abs, yeah I think I’ve got everything. Atlantis Shores, here I come!”
Aunt Ira shook her head. “You and your looks. Jed and Asha won’t like the fact you’re leaving for the week. Asha won’t know what to do. She’s grown on you ever since she broke up with that horrible boy.”
“Lira’s mother invited them over, they should’ve come.”
Aunt Ira strode into the living room. “She has such a nice family, given their situation, like many living in South Columbian cities.”
Cain opened his phone and scrolled to the weather in Atlantis Shores before tossing it aside. Going to be a freaking beauty of a week! “Yeah, she’s told me a lot.”
“Well, at least you make her feel special.”
“She’s an outstanding shotball player, and we have one huge thing in common. No father.”
Aunt Ira tore her eyes from Cain and returned to the kitchen. “Yeah, right. To this day, it makes me sick when I think about the evening Generals Jefferson and Roberts brought you here. Our family was no more. Killed in the Winters Bombings. My parents, your parents, your sister, just everyone. It pains me to this day.”