Meet fantasy author Mark E. Lein, author of An Emerging Threat, and read an excerpt from his book:
1. Tell us a little about yourself.
am an avid reader. You might say an extremely passionate reader. For as
long as I can remember, I read. Whether it was historic America or
Europe, Narnia, Middle Earth, or the Four Lands of Shannara, I
spent hours of each day of my childhood in the worlds authors had
created. Before kids, my Mother had been a high school English teacher
and she taught me and my siblings the joy of reading. By the time I was
12, she had read A Tale of Two Cities, The Hobbit, Les Miserables, and Where the Red Fern Grows to us, among many, many others.
Charles Dickens, Mark Twain, Louisa May Alcott, James
Fenimore Cooper, Robert Louis Stevenson, Laura Ingalls Wilder and
Arthur Conan Doyle were as influential in my life as Louie L’Amour, C.
S. Lewis, J. R. R. Tolkien, Terry Brooks, Timothy Zahn, Isaac Asimov and
2. When did you start writing, and why?
wrote for fun in high school and college, thinking I was a better
writer than I truly was. I attempted poetry, short stories, and even a
song or two with little to no success. I wrote in some ways because it
was easier than to verbalize. I never was good at speaking in public.
When I did, to include briefing Generals as an Army officer, the number
one thing I did to prepare and have success was write a “speech” to make
sure I truly internalized what I had to say. Yes, writing has helped me
3. What do you write, and why?
a couple years I had a blog where I wrote Non-fiction posts about
experiences (to include time spent in Africa and Iraq) and beliefs. For
the last year or two I have focused on writing Fantasy.
What do you enjoy about what you write?
myself. As I write about a character for example, I keep finding more
small details about the character that I never thought of before, small
nuances and traits. It keeps me involved and interested to find out what
will come out of my head next! The ever involving and living world is
what keeps me coming back.
4. What is your latest book or series? An Emerging Threat, book #1 of The Seeker’s Burden series. Any forthcoming books? Yes, Path of Darkness,
book #2 of The Seeker’s Burden series. The first draft of book #2 will
be complete in Early February and I hope to publish it by April 2014.
5. "Welcome To My Worlds": Tell us a little about the world of your latest book or series. The
Tri-Islands are generally peaceful and inhabited with several normal
and not so normal living things. There are humans, the largest kingdom
is Astar, direct descendants of the first humans to come to the land.
The human enclave of the Seekers are scientists who study the solar
realm and attempt to contain its power. The Savoq are a tribal and
nomadic race of human that inhabit the south. They are in constant war
with each other.
Then there are
Goblins who inhabit the hill country in the West and are renowned for
their mining and metal works. The humans and Goblins have a wary peace,
only having contact through trade. The last race in the Islands is the
Ash. Little is known about them, only whispers and tall tales.
The world is set in a typical Epic Fantasy medieval setting with a
couple exceptions, mostly relating to the more Science-focused
equivalent of magic. There is also a bit of steampunk.
6. Introduce us to some of your characters. What do you like about them?
I will introduce you to the 2 main characters Oliver and Ethan.
Oliver is in his late teens and is of the Seeker order. He has
excelled in his studies though he has always wished to travel outside
the confines of the Sun Fire Citadel (city of the Seeker’s) and use the
Seeker’s knowledge to help the greater world. His attempts to leave
forced his father to place him under the tutelage of the greatest of the
living Seeker’s. He is unsure of himself, never having the opportunity
to prove himself or test his willingness to go into danger.
Ethan is the eldest son of the King of Astar and an Oskara Knight.
Though the Oskara order is held in high regard in the land, it is
unusual for a royal to join their ranks. His family viewed his choice to
become a Knight as turning his back on his blood, tarnishing their
honor. His family has little to do with him, though the King has no
problem using his expertise as a diplomat when necessary. He is well
trained and sure of his abilities and has forged friendships with other
like-minded people, those that wish to serve and protect the people.
7. A fun fact you would like your readers to know about you or your book.
used past experiences to build parts of the world. The Savoq and their
lands are based off my time in Iraq and Kenya, while a few of the
situations the characters go through are ones that closely resembled
ones that I lived through. See if you can guess which. ;)
8. Blog/site link, and where your book is available. You can contact me and find links to purchase my novel at: https://borderleinpublishing.squarespace.com and you can follow me on: https://twitter.com/MarkLein12
Chapter 12: To Meet A Ruler
Oliver lost count of the platforms they passed before the swaying
cart slowed. Ahead the overhead lights grew in size, brightening the
area with an unnatural glare. For the third time he tried to get some
information on what was going on. “Sirs, where are we going? Have I done
expressionless faces looked through him and no reply was forthcoming.
Oliver sighed, slumped back in his seat and watched a large gold- en
hued wall and massive gate creep into view as they slowed. They came to a
stop on what seemed to be the bottom of the chasm, a flat stony surface
covered in rock dust. Here, the rail line ended.
A cheerful looking goblin strolled up and en- gaged the cart’s
braking system before looking the occupants over. “Welcome be to you
young friend.” He said to Oliver. “What brings you to the ‘Floor of the
Sea’ as we call it?”
could reply one of the armored goblins spoke sharply in their grating
language and the rail worker quickly backed away, his cheerful look
fading into something closer to apprehension.
Oliver was led to the large metal door. Two torches stood on either
side of an inscribed plate embedded in the wall. Just above the plate
hung a rope. The leader of the soldiers reached up and pulled hard on
the rope once and stepped back to join the other two soldiers. Nothing
happened at first, then a low rumble of sound came from be- hind the
wall and then silence once again.
Oliver started when the gate began to open. Slowly, the heavy door swung
on silent hinges, opening into darkness. As the group moved through the
gateway, small pinpricks of light flamed to life. Candles, hundreds of
candles standing on narrow stone pillars, lit the space beyond the wall.
Behind each candle stood a young goblin, alternating male and female.
They were spaced every ten or so paces.
The illuminated area showed that they were moving through a cleft in
the cliff face, winding as it followed the natural curves of the rock. A
cold draft of air made Oliver shiver as they walked. The silence was
just about to make him crazy when the trail widened and the line of
Ahead was a solid
wall of darkness. The soldiers halted and stood quietly. Oliver waited
with them, shivering in the subterranean cold, glancing at the solemn
candle bearers around them.
sudden boom of a drum shattered the silence as more candles flared to
life. Oliver drew his breath in sharply. The group stood at the entrance
to a long natural cavern, not unlike the one underneath Sun Fire
Citadel. The floor was not smooth, jagged rock shot up in all
directions, making the room look as if a giant mouth had opened. At the
far side of the cavern a score or more goblins stood gathered around a
single goblin seated on what appeared to be a throne. The hall was
formed out of living rock, the throne itself little more than a shelf of
stone bordered on each side by two round boulders.
Waved forward by another armored goblin that stood next to the
throne, Oliver’s group crossed the distance between the entrance and the
rough dais. The three goblins that had brought him knelt on one knee,
plate armor folding smoothly as they moved. Oliver quickly did likewise,
returning to stand upright with the guards. Only then did he meet the
eyes of the goblin sitting on the throne.
He was old, not old like Oliver understood, more ancient than any
human he had seen. He seemed a part of the stone chair that held him.
The gray skin was creased and cracked, the features loose. His hair was
but wisps of white strands that stuck out of the simple iron circlet on
his brow. The eyes were different. Alive, even young, they pierced
through Oliver and made him lower his gaze and redden in shyness.
“Welcome to the Deep Fallows young human.” The voice grated like
millstones. “I am Bosgar, leader of the Goblin race. It is my great
honor to meet you. I had grown worried I may not last until this day.”
Oliver stumbled through his reply. “Good sir, it is I who should be honored. Is there something that I have done wrong?”
The room erupted in coarse laughter, the sound reverberating off the
rock walls as even the candle bearers joined in. “Nay, tall one! You
have done nothing wrong and I am sorry for the secrecy of your journey
here. My captain enjoys putting fear into outsiders in general and he
had to be talked into allowing you this deep.” Bosgar pointed with a
smile to the leader of the three goblins that had escorted Oliver.
With a hearty bellow of laughter the accused turned to Oliver and
embraced him, squeezing the breath out of him. “You be a right solemn
human, and it did me good to see you not quake in your boots!”
Released, Oliver stood in relieved confusion, a smile breaking out
as the laughter and conversation continued unabated. The goblin leader
raised a hand above his head and all fell silent. “Now as to why you are
here, we must talk. We do not allow humans access to this place for
sport. My scouts have reported that the Citadel called Sun Fire is
destroyed and that you were the only one seen leaving the island.” At
Oliver’s startled look Bosgar raised his hand reassuringly. “They
followed you to protect you until you could come before me. I have need
of understanding what danger is on our threshold. I understand loved
ones may have perished, but please tell us what transpired on that dark
island as time may be of great importance.”
Oliver spoke haltingly. “Sir, it is as you say, I am from Sun Fire. I
had never left until yesterday.” Bosgar bade him and the others nearby
take seats and then nodded to Oliver to continue. Oliver then spoke of
what he had seen, relating the events as best he could remember, hiding
only the details of the cavern and its secrets. Throughout his tale the
goblins looked at one another and made whispered comments back and
When Oliver finished his
story, the goblin Leader stood and clasped his arms with an iron grip.
“Child, you will be from this day, a part of my people, a son of a lost
island. We weep with you in your loss and rejoice in your life. You are
welcome to stay here and need only ask for anything.”