Opaque
The Scion Saga, #1
by Calix Leigh-Reign
Date of Publication: October
22nd 2016
Publisher: Nnylluc
Book Group LLC
Cover Artist: Calix
Leigh-Reign and Joshua Jadon
Genre: Young Adult,
Sci-Fi, Fantasy, Romance
BLURB
"Her crimson limbal ring glows and I
focus my sight as the incandescence dims. I clearly see it for sure this time.
There's no denying it. Carly isn't human. She's something more - and if she isn't
human, neither am I."
For those craving an untapped Sci-Fi niche -
Opaque delivers in this gripping page-turner involving mutated Limbal rings,
biokenretic anomalies, mental dysfunction, perplexing Russian ancestry &
romance.
Cālix takes us on an adventure that begins
when 16 year old misanthropic Adam unknowingly reaches biokenretic puberty, and
his supernatural abilities awaken to save him from his murderous intentions.
His every thought revolves around the extinction of the human race until mysterious
Afro-Russian Carly Wit stumbles into his English class one morning. Adam
notices something otherworldly about her immediately but denies the bio-synch
taking place inside of him. As he resists their blossoming love, he battles
with unnatural thoughts of his mother.
Discovering his origin isn't what he'd
thought, he becomes determined to peel back the layers of his lineage and
unmasks a multitude of mind-bending secrets along the way.
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CHAPTER ONE: A DARK
MIND
The rust scented liquid oozes from my
nostrils as I focus my thoughts on the rustic aperture. There’s a tiny ping
inside of my throbbing head, as if something has recoiled. My oxygen supply is
cut off, and my body convulses violently. I resist the ictal attack but my
sight and hearing simultaneously abandon me. I’m trapped inside of an
electrical storm. I wait ambivalently for it to pass and I lose track of time.
Regaining my ability to swallow, the taste of copper invades my mouth.
The sound of my bedroom window slamming
closed startles me. Bolting upright against the headboard, I scan for any
movement inside of the eerily silent darkness. Seeing none, I walk over and
slide the pane vertically upward. I’m not sure if I had anything to do with the
closure. Probably not.
A foreign degree of heat rapidly
spreads throughout my limbs, traveling into my chest. I cough. My breath is
like steam rising from a teapot just before it begins to boil — but somehow it
doesn’t burn me. Groaning, I completely undress and stand naked in front of the
window. Bathing in the crisp air, and hoping to cool myself.
It’s too hot for covers so I sprawl
out naked on the bed, with my manhood facing the ceiling and my hands
underneath the back of my head. Wanting her. Deserving her. Growing angrier by
the second. My unembellished room is dark. Lit only by the supermoon. My cell
phone illuminates with a text notification. I angrily glance out of the corner
of my left eye, but I don’t bother turning my head. It doesn’t matter who it is
because I know who it isn’t.
My thoughts begin their inevitable
descent. I recognize that my Creator has set me apart. It just seems
nonsensical to set one apart only to watch their forceful and painful
conformity.
My eyes itch so I close them and
converse with my immortal. My every extremity tingles as if I’m being
electrocuted, and there’s a very noticeable rumbling inside of my thorax that
grows until my breathing catches. The wind howls, as if in response to my
anatomical anomalies. The spirit attempts to dissuade my thoughts with partial,
believable hope that my torturous suffocation is self-inflicted and completely
voluntary. A debate ensues and my immortal departs.
I open my eyes as the itching
subsides. My vision is distorted and my eyeballs are warm. I blink rapidly to
abate the calefaction until my sight normalizes. The wind fights with the trees
and they fight back. The wind — always the victor. I desperately wish the
psithurism would drown out the torturous sounds wafting with invasion from
their bedroom. The soft moans escaping her throat. What an actress. Their
mattress squeaking. Offbeat. Quite naturally. Lame ass animal. He can’t even do
that right.
I should be inside of her. I will be
soon. But for now, sleep will save lives and ensure a perfect plan. I close my
eyes in torturous anger, and the metallic scented sludge regathers to block my
sinuses, before dripping down my face — onto my cheeks.
Author Info
Cālix is the published author of the
Russian-mutant, psychological Sci-Fi fantasy novel, Opaque. She's a certified
paralegal and has studied creative writing under English teacher, script writer
and published author Larry Strauss. Her earliest literary inspirations include
Alice Walker, Larry Strauss, VC Andrews and Stephen King. She spent a majority
of her childhood in libraries and developed an intense relationship with words.
She's a member of YARWA and RWA and is currently serving as a judge for YARWA's
2016 Rosemary Contest. She enjoys prayer, discovering the minds of those who rebel
against social programming, listening to music, a great cup of coffee,
exquisite ethnic cuisine, spending time with family & friends, attending
movie premieres, traveling and the arts. She spends her free time in the gym,
fantasizing about story plots and different ways of changing the world.
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