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Children of Solus – A Post-Apocalyptic Epic In The Making

As you know, a large purpose of this blog is to spotlight projects I’ve either completed or am working on. For my first real post, I’d like to shine a light on a novel that I have a lot of heart invested into: Children of Solus. (For a preview of the first chapter, look to the bottom of this post.)

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Children of Solus takes place on future Earth, where unexplained celestial events have razed the planet. It now lies a wasteland, ruled over by lawless thugs and warlords who fall as soon as they rise up. Twisted creatures scour the wastes, solar storms flay the flesh from hapless travelers. It’s a dark tale, but all the while there are fantastical qualities, where energy has become tangible, and emotions do more than touch the heart.

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It’s a work in progress (title art by me), still in the first draft, with the first handful of chapters available to the public here, and chapters will be regularly added (I will continue to post updates to when new chapters become available). Due to the nature of first drafts, there are bound to be errors and much of the story will undoubtedly receive face-lifts as time goes on. For now, however, feel free to dive into the world of Solus!

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Chapter One

It was cold. Really cold.
“No way, this one’s still ticking.” A muffled voice broke the silence.
The silence… It felt fragile, like something that had been kept for a long time. Like a priceless relic that shattered as the simple phrase sounded out. But it was gone now, replaced by shuffling feet and reverberations of movement against the walls. There was a sharp hiss of air; it surrounded me, buffeting against my face and forcing me to wake up.
“It’s just a kid…” Another voice murmured.
Just a kid? A twinge of bruised pride sprung up, but confusion quickly took its place. Maybe I was just a kid. What was I exactly? A boy, a girl? fifteen-years-old, fifty? Everything was just… blank. And cold, did I mention that?
“Easy, we don’t even know if he’s stable.” A male cautioned, his tone almost scolding.
Alright, he. Nice to know.
“I know what I’m doing.” A fourth voice replied; a younger one, female, still different from the others.
Four different voices, four people. I could make out a blurred figure now, but my eyesight was terrible. Wherever I was, it wasn’t bright, but that only reduced the trauma of the entire experience and replaced it with more confusion. It felt like I had a screen over my vision …

Read the rest of chapter one (and more chapters) here!

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