THE ETERNALS

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TheEternals

For Jean, eternity should've meant forever.

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A DARK FANTASY EXTRAVAGANZA!

5 Days Only / THE ETERNALS

Free on Amazon Kindle (June 5th – 9th)

A Dark Fantasy Extravaganza!

The good folk at Creativia Publishing have made The Eternals Kindle edition free through June 5th – 9th.

If you like a good Dark Fantasy story with rave reviews, a splash of Gothic and a hint of Dystopia please indulge yourselves whilst it costs you nothing to try. I hope you love The Eternals and its brooding protagonist Jean, the last of the Eternals.

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The Eternals, neither human nor vampire, are the last inhabitants of a dying Earth. In the face of a slowly perishing sun, some have accepted their fate while others are ready to fight for their future. It is to this ultimatum that Jean, the last Eternal lord, is born.

Jean’s life changes drastically after his bite takes the life of Princess Chantelle of The New Europa Alliance. Suddenly, he’s a man on the run, falling in love and rediscovering his humanity.

With the sun’s clock ticking, Jean stumbles from manipulated mishap into age-old conspiracies and beyond, as he tries to reconcile his sordid past.

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Thank you for reading

Richard

Richard M. Ankers

Author of The Eternals Series

The Eternals

Also Available in The Eternals Series

Hunter Hunted Book 2 in the series.

Into Eternity (Very Soon!) Book 3 the final instalment in the series.

Black Satin

The night drips around me in liquid satin, a perfect black. I can taste its velvety texture, hear its thrumming silence, sense the still. The pause before the final breath, the hush before the breaking storm, darkness slips its fingers around my throat and squeezes with the subtle kindness of a misplaced love. I am choking. I want more.

Waking to dust mites caught in a single beam of gold, I wave the day away. Take me back, I whisper. Let me go. But the sun will not relinquish me; it never does. I pull up the covers and wait.

When you arrive all bloodshot eyes and scimitar smile, the darkness comes with you. This is your world, your eternity, and as I reveal the outline of my eager neck, I dream of it being mine too. I wait. You nod. It is.

One Should Always Say Thank You

I don’t want money and I don’t want fame. I would, however, like to be recognised for being good at what I do. One day, anyway.

Accordingly, I would like to extend an enormous thank you to (and you all know who you are) the many people who have written such wonderful reviews of my books. It is a constant source of personal pride to see people enjoying my words and then taking the time to write about them. To see people being so generous from all over the world Canada to Australia, USA to Germany, the UK and beyond never ceases to amaze me.

There is a lot made these days of how important it is for authors to receive reviews, especially so on Amazon, to help further their career, and nothing could be further from the truth. However, the reverse is rarely spoken of. An author should always thank people for spending their hard earned cash on his or her work, taking time out of their lives to read and hopefully review them, or just for spreading good vibes. I hope to never lose sight of this.

My dream of one day being regarded as good depends on you all and I can’t thank you enough for bringing me closer to it every single day.

Thank you again

Richard

Richard M. Ankers

Author of The Eternals Series

The Eternals

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Hunter Hunted

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Into Eternity (Very Soon!)

A Super-Swanky New Me

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Any of you who have read or purchased my books will know that I am published by a company called Creativia. The lovely people involved have just upgraded their website so that their authors and books are put front and centre. The result is the page that I had with them is now brand new and (as stated in the title) a Super-Swanky New Me.
Some of the publicity links I have received are now actually included on my author page with more to come. Accordingly, I would like to say a special thank you to Chris the Story Reading Ape and also Sally Cronin whose links are already being used there.
Please feel free to click HERE and have a nosey and see what you think. My book pages are clickable so you can peep at them too. I would be extremely grateful for any social media shares from those pages. These things are a great help to Indie Authors.

Thank you as always for reading
Richard

Richard M. Ankers
Author of The Eternals Series
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50 Word Stories: Into Eternity

Whilst the sun drips away, sorrow purges dead veins like sea ice flowing to the heart. Yet, hope remains of a place beyond places where lovers might live in peace and the gentle thuds of a chest in motion beguiles what melancholy has disenfranchised. Two wait to step into eternity.

Into Eternity (Coming very soon!)

Also by Richard M. Ankers

The Eternals

Hunter Hunted

50 Word Stories: Insatiable

The night peels from my skin like a layer of starless darkness; I am one with the evening.

The hunt is short, easy, does nothing to cure my insatiable needs. I discard him, then his friend, then others.

Dawn arrests my rampage. Sleep comes. Tomorrow, I’ll do it all again.

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The Eternals first chapter in Multi-formats for free.

I’m hoping this will be a permanent arrangement with my publisher and Instafreebie.

Click the following link and you will be able to download the first chapter of The Eternals at no cost. Please feel free to tick the info box and be sent future offers and deals from Creativia (There are some good ones).

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I hope you enjoy.

Richard

PS. Shhh! It’s a secret. Nip back to my site over the next four days for a present. If you think getting one chapter for free is good, you might be pleasantly surprised.

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An Inevitable Cold

An Inevitable Cold

Author’s note: As a writer of speculative fiction, I often stray into the nighttime worlds of creatures some would refer to as subjects of horror. Sometimes this is true, but not often. The one classic example of this is the vampire to whom I feel a sleepless affinity. I write often of them in one form or another, and they are the inhabitants of my main body of work The Eternals, the newly released Hunter Hunted, and the final book of The Eternal Series to be released early/mid 2017 Into Eternity. I feel for what they have lost and all that they will never have. I sympathise and commiserate. I hope the following short piece of writing might give my readers a little taste of just why this is.

Thank you for reading

Richard

Richard M. Ankers, author of The Eternals Series.

There is a difference between feeling cold and being cold. Feeling cold refers to chapped lips on a winter’s day, sopping wet feet caused by too cheap shoes, or even falling through ice in your best woollen jumper and jeans. Having sampled all three, I can vouch for the unpleasant results of each to one degree or another. None of the aforementioned miscalculations, however, can prepare one for what real cold means, what being cold entails.

Being cold is a state of life, so to speak, for myself. I exist in permanent Antarctic conditions. My skin is cold to the touch, freezing even. To touch me is to recoil in shock like sticking one’s fingers in an electrical socket. But I am cold within as well as without. My blood does not circulate in soothing currents of crimson warmth, but instead churns in sluggish motion like sea ice reclaiming summer losses crystalline inch by crystalline inch rather than in liquid miles. I am cold, it is as simple as that.

When I wake from slumber, I stretch, creak, fracture along wrinkles and crevasse along scars until snapped to attention I pull myself back together. The whole thing takes effort, much effort, and I tire of it if truth be told. As I step from my bed in hushed rigidity, I strive to remember what it is to move in natural motion and bit by tiny bit recover myself. I say recover, for I lose myself for eternities at a time. They are but the blinking of an eye to you, but to me far more. Even one as cold as I does not wish to sample the absolute zero of infinity. Not yet. Not until I’m ready to go, anyway.

There are benefits to a half-life of cold seconds and freezing hours: the joy that comes from fractional warming. I say fractional because it never lasts. In fact, it lasts for shorter periods after each individual warming. A blast of metallic heat will perforate my entire being, infuse me, then rush away like a river in flood to be replaced by an inevitable cold. I say inevitable because it is, and that saddens me.

I often sadden. Just thinking about how often I sadden saddens me further and proliferates a never ending circle of morbidity. I do not wish to be morbid; icicle tears hurt when they fall.

I haven’t always been sad, not in my past, not at all. I was a happy man with a happy life living in smiles and married to a happy wife. I like saying this because it has a singsong melody that I now lack. I have forgotten what music feels like though I still love to listen.

When I hunt as bat or wolf or fog or just boring old me, I try to imagine the sun beating down upon my back as it did in that wonderful summer of twenty-nine. Eighteen hundred and twenty-nine if you were there too, though I doubt it. Saffron was the colour of the season, gold its twin, and all burnt in an involuntary happiness that lasted until the inevitable redress that nature brings. I await my redress. I await it with a practised smile that always feels like a sneer.

One pretty young thing once said I sneered even when she acquiesced to my wishes. It did not feel like it but neither does it now. I stare into a small porthole window hoping to see my reflection smile back; there is no reflection to behold. I am reflection-less. I am nothing. Yet still, I flip open the window; it revolves like a lifted latch and I glide into the room it protects. I feel warmth from the person in the bed. It won’t last for long.

Forgive me this ramble — I am cold and just wish to be warm.


 

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