The Eternals Collection: The Complete Series – Only $0.99

Limited Time Promotion

29th July 2024 – 7th August 2024

For a limited time, the three book complete ebook collection of The Eternals Saga.

Available now at all major electronic outlets including: Amazon, Apple, Kobo, Google Books and Barnes & Noble.

All three books in ‘The Eternals’, a series of gothic fantasy novels by Richard M. Ankers, now in one volume!

The Eternals: Born to immortality, Jean is the last Eternal lord and one of the last inhabitants of a dying Earth. In the face of the perishing sun, some have accepted their fate; others are ready to fight for their future. When Jean’s bite takes the life of Princess Chantelle, of The New Europa Alliance, his life changes. Now, he’s a man on the run, falling in love and rediscovering his humanity. With the sun’s clock ticking, Jean tries to reconcile his sordid past… but instead stumbles into age-old conspiracies and beyond.

Hunter Hunted: As soon as Jean stands in the sun’s ruby light, he and Princess Linka are drawn into a world of darkness. Journeying deep beneath the Arctic ice, the two find sanctuary. But all is not right, and soon Jean must solve the mystery of who is manipulating him, and the deepening saga of his parents’ deaths. Once again aided by the increasingly manic Merryweather and the mysterious beauty that is Princess Aurora, it seems like all directions point to the legendary city of Hvit, surrounded by the cloying, lavender stench of death, and the never-ending quest for blood.

Into Eternity: Leaving the Arctic ice behind, Jean and the others must reconcile with both current and past deaths, as they close in on the Baltic home of the hated Duke Gorgon. Here, their enemies gather and confrontation is inevitable. Under Merryweather’s frustrating tutelage, Jean marches from one infuriating revelation to another, but as the lies unravel and the truth unfurls, he discovers the Britannian is not the fool he’s taken him for. And at the end of all things, as the sun dies and Shangri-La falls, Jean will know what it means to step into eternity.

Thank you for reading

Richard

Richard M. Ankers

She Wept

Latest Post

Please find the link to my latest post, ‘She Wept’ for the fantastic Gobblers & Masticadores website.

As always, a big thank you to editor Manuela Timofte for publishing my work.

Here: She Wept

Do have a look at the rest of the site, as it is filled with wonderful poetry and prose.

Thank you for reading

Richard

Serenity Is…

still clouds modelling
perfect paintings in the lake
a stickleback gulps

Thank you for reading

Richard

I Imagined Her Once

Gobblers and Masticadores Latest Post!

A big thank you to editor, Manuela Timofte, for publishing my latest poetry post on the wonderful Gobblers and Masticadores site.

As always, I would encourage anybody who reads my work to take a long, quiet stroll through all the fantastic poetry and prose pieces on the site. It never disappoints.

Read Here: I IMAGINED HER ONCE

Thank you for reading

Richard

Suburban Witchcraft – Issue 5

Welcome to Issue 5 of Suburban Witchcraft magazine – featuring beautiful creations from souls around the mundane globe, tapping into the truthful, …
Suburban Witchcraft – Issue 5

I’m extremely proud to be a small part of this fabulous magazine.

Richard

Moments

Latest Drop!

A big thank you as always to Gobblers and Masticadores editor Manuela Timofte for publishing my latest short prose, Moments.

Read here: Moments

Please have a scroll through the many other wonderful poems and stories on display.

Thank you for reading

Richard

Author: Richard M. Ankers

Blue

New Post

A big thank you to editor Manuela Timofte for publishing my latest short to the wonderful Gobblers and Masticadores.

Blue is a brief commentary on the state of our planet. I hope you enjoy.

Please find the story here: Blue

Thanks you for reading

Richard

Into the Fade

I enter the fade like a fog the night

A ghost shrouded in net curtains

A dream made nightmare made more

Where hollow eyes look up, not down

Dark patches of midnight blotting a weeping moon

Here, purgatorial blooms proliferate

Surging in reckless monochrome

Sprouting wherever with no desire for shade

Never accepting death’s cascading sorrows

Never believing the simple truth

That there’s nothing to feel but feelings themselves

Because there’s nothing to feel at all

Thank you for reading

Richard

Whispers

The whispers curled around his ears, like ivy around a tree trunk. They clung there, tightening in ever-increasing desperation, whispering non-stop, persuading. Even the rabid north wind couldn’t dissuade them, cool them, freeze the words on their lips, though it chilled Robert to the bone.

Living with ghosts. Don’t we all? Yet for some, they writhe more than others. He was born to them, for the last of his family gave her life to secure his. Didn’t she? Ghosts surrounded him from then on. Some were welcoming visitors. Others less so. No one saw them but Robert. No one heard them, nor him.

He realised the whispers were his own when the mirror failed to mist. It was bitter that day, and all those beyond the window exhaled ghosts. Robert, however, had no ghost to exhale, no spectre to coddle, no banshee at which to scream. He was merely a whitening shadow, who whispered to the stars and the moon.

He’d never been a baby. Not to his memory, anyway. Neither had he been a child, nor lover, nor husband, nor parent, nor endlessly aging old man. But he was, and that was something. Wasn’t he? He told himself this as the whispers became louder and his family, at last, said, Hello.

An End.

Thank you for reading

Richard