Akting Out

Oh, how my imagination has gotten out of hand. It’s been like trying to contain an explosion. What began as a simple idea blossomed into several hundred others that all somehow found their way into this story. Would you believe this began as Flash Fiction? It was supposed to be a simple story that served as backstory to the now-back-burnered Universal Warrior: Uprising [Redux]. Instead, it’s turned into its own standalone story…

After nearly killing myself a couple of weeks ago trying to get the novel done over a long weekend, I received a word of advice from my publisher (who I was terrified was going to drop me for not making the deadline); “Relax.”

So I did just that.
Bad news first.
I really, really wanted to get this book into your hands by the end of the year. With the publishing process, I’m not sure that’s going to happen anymore, but I haven’t given up trying.
The good news is that the FIRST THREE CHAPTERS OF UNIVERSAL WARRIOR: ATHEREAN DEFENDERS ARE COMPLETELY READY TO GO. The book is home to a little more than 30k words at this point, and I’m at the point where I’ve started signing up beta readers for feedback (three and counting! And they’re not related to me!).

I would like to give you an ETA as to when the title will be finished, but the truth is, if I give you a date, I will hold myself to it. As it gets closer, I’ll panic and start churning out complete and utter crap. I’d rather avoid that. So what I will tell you is that I’m aiming for the book to be done sometime in August, but I’m not promising. I’ll post regular updates on my personal page and the fan page as to how things are coming.

Also, if you’re interested in beta reading Universal Warrior: Atherean Defenders, drop me a line. All I ask is that you be completely, totally, unabashedly honest, and also realize that I may not use all of your suggestions. But I will listen to anything you have to say as long as it’s presented constructively.

In the meantime, go check out the updated Facebook Fan Page. It’s focused specifically on the book now, rather than the entire series.

Thanks for sticking around thus far!

Avery

(c) Avery K. Tingle for Akting Out LLC

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The following is an excerpt from the upcoming novel “Universal Warrior: Atherean Defenders”.
In the previous Chapter “Red Morning”, four children are murdered while playing in Heaven’s largest body of water. Seven days later, their hometown of Jordan is still trying to come to terms with everything. Jayden Zeneca, the brother of the victims, has been staying with the St. Morias family after his own family’s dark history has finally come to light. The morning of the funeral, Uriel St. Morias, Jayden’s longtime friend, enters his room to ensure that Jayden is okay. But Jayden is far from okay, and needs to get something off of his chest…

Read the first Chapter “Red Morning” to catch up on what’s been going on as the first war between Heaven and Hell begins.

From Chapter 2: The Wounded “Jayden’s Confession”

“Jayden?” Uriel said softly after knocking yielded no answer. He cracked the door open marginally, peering inside to see Jayden standing by the window, straightening the shoulder wrap on his vestment.
“Jayden?” Uriel persisted, stepping halfway inside, “Can I come in?”
Jayden chuckled, closing his eyes. “No, Uriel, but please feel free to stand there and continue letting the draft in.”
Uriel smiled and stepped inside, closing the door behind him. “At least you got your sense of humor. Maybe one day, you’ll even find someone who thinks you’re funny.” Uriel commented.
“Maybe one day you’ll find the intelligence to keep up with me.” Jayden retorted, bracing himself on his elbow and smiling. “Why don’t you make yourself useful; help me straighten this damned thing…”
Still smiling, Uriel strode up to Jayden and took the long, smooth cloth that extended from the shoulder of the robe. It was cool to the touch, like new, slightly electric silk. He tossed one end of the wrap around Jayden’s shoulder, catching it with his free hand. He repeated the process twice more before neatly creasing the wrap in three places, and then stepping away.
Jayden looked down, admiring, and nodded his head. “Not bad. You should think about being a seamstress.”
Uriel scowled. “You should learn how to dress yourself.”
Jayden laughed, but it only lasted a moment. He took a seat on the bed, bracing himself on his palms, lowering his head. He was silent, but had begun shaking.
After a moment, Uriel sat down, putting his arm around his friend’s shoulder and gripping firmly. “I’m sorry for what happened, Jayden. I’m sorry we weren’t out there–”
“No.” Jayden snapped, removing Uriel’s arm and rising. He whirled, looking down at Uriel and pointing sharply, “No, Uriel. Don’t you dare wish for that. If you had been out there your mom and dad would be burying you right alongside Bethany. Don’t wish that on them.”
Uriel leaned back, shaking his head. “That’s not…I mean, that’s not what I meant…”
Jayden had all but sequestered himself in the spare room Reginald and Dayna had afforded him; Uriel hadn’t seen much of him, and his father had convinced him to let Jayden deal with things on his own. Seeing Jayden now, quivering, eyes bloodshot, the rage threatening to burst from him, Uriel was no longer certain that his father had been right.
Jayden must’ve realized the look he had been giving Uriel, because he slowly lowered his finger, placed his hands on his hips, and turned away. “I’m…I’m sorry, Uriel. It’s just that…your mom and dad? They’re very good Angels. Nothing bad should ever happen to good Angels. Nothing bad should ever happen to anyone good.”
Uriel said nothing.
“That’s why we’re still alive.” Jayden whispered, more to himself than Uriel.
Uriel leaned forward. “What? What did you say?”
After a second, Jayden shook his head. “Nothing. But listen.” He whirled on Uriel, the fierceness back in his eyes, but the rage gone. He sat down beside Uriel and looked him square in the eye. “Uriel, listen, can I trust you?”
Unsure of what else to do, frightened of what might happen if he answered wrong, Uriel quickly nodded. “Yeah, sure, Jayden, of course.”
Jayden shook his head. “I’m not going to let this go unpunished, Uriel.” He grit his teeth. “I swear to Amen, Uriel, I don’t care what happens to me. I’m not going to let this go without fighting back.”
Slowly, hesitantly, Uriel frowned. “…what do you mean? What’re you talking about…?”
“Those things killed my brothers, my sister…if Yang wants to sit high on his throne and pretend that nothing’s wrong, that’s fine, that’s his right. But my family died out there, not his! And if he won’t do anything about this, then I will!”
Uriel didn’t know what to think or say. He had never seen this side of Jayden before.
Jayden looked away, visibly shaking.
“I’ve seen these things, Uriel.” Jayden whispered, his voice cracking.
Uriel raised his eyebrows. “You what?”
Jayden seemed to shrink into a ball, tucking his mouth to his fist.
“I’ve seen these things, Uriel.” He repeated surreptitiously. “I know what they look like.”
He closed his eyes, shaking his head, losing a desperate battle to keep the tears at bay. “But I thought they’d be gone by now. It was years ago.”
Uriel realized that he had stopped breathing, and inhaled hard. If what Jayden was saying was true…
“I tried to say something.” Jayden continued, his voice rising, quivering, his mind no longer able to hold back the emotion, “but dad didn’t listen. He thought I was making things up and trying to get out of my chores.”
A cold darkness overtook Jayden as he looked straight ahead. “Things got bad that night.”
Uriel finally found his voice. “When did this happen?”
“Four years ago.” Jayden replied immediately.
He turned quickly, looking at Uriel with hope so desperate it bordered on madness.
“But Uriel, I’m gonna make them pay. Someone taught me how to–”
He was suddenly interrupted by the door opening; Dayna partially entered the room.
“Oh, didn’t realize you two were talking…” She stepped all the way inside. “Uriel, hurry up and get dressed. We have to be at the church soon.”
Uriel quickly nodded his head, bouncing from the bed. He seemed happy for the excuse to get away. “Okay, mom.” He sprinted from the room, flying past his mother, who was pleasantly surprised; Uriel usually balked at the idea of dressing up.
Dayna turned to Jayden. “Are you alright?”
Jayden nodded, forcing a smile. “Yes, I’m fine.”
Dayna cocked her head, smiling wryly. “Are you sure?”
Exhaling, Jayden rose. “I’m alright, Dayna, I promise. Alright as I can be, anyway.”
Dayna’s smile became genuine, and she nodded. “You know that Uriel, Reginald, and I will be there for you all today, right?” She chuckled. “I don’t know if you saw it, but it looks like half of Heaven is supporting you right now.”
Jayden smiled, and Dayna was pleased to see that he wasn’t feigning. “I know, Dayna. I’ll be okay.”
Dayna observed him for a moment more; he looked stronger now than he had all week. She then turned and headed for the door.
“Dayna?” Jayden called after her.
She turned, looking back at him from the door.
“I never did thank you and Reginald for letting me stay here…after everything. I really do appreciate it.”
Dayna grinned, re-entering the room. She strode up to Jayden and wrapped her arms around him, holding him as a mother protecting her child. After a second, Jayden reached up, holding her laying his head down on her shoulders. She wondered when anyone had shown Jayden any affection.
“You,” She began, her voice unshakably strong, “are always welcome in our home.”
Still keeping his head on her shoulder, Jayden quickly nodded. Dayna slowly pulled away; Jayden was too overcome by emotion to speak, keeping his eyes firmly fixed on the floor.
“Come on,” She whispered, “We should get to church.”
“Okay.” Jayden replied.
With that, Dayna turned and exited the room.
Jayden collapsed to his knees, clutching his forearm. He struggled, fighting to control his breathing, regulate the heated oxygen that stretched and compressed his lungs. His heart beat like rapid drumming; it felt as though it would explode out of his throat.
He glowered at his right forearm, his fingers rebelling against him as he forced his fist open. He could feel it; raw power, like millions of flickering flames, coursing through his arm. They were already manifesting; he could hear the bandages that concealed his arm hissing as they burned, his power coming to life against his will.
He closed his eyes tightly, gritting his teeth, remembering what he had been taught….
Control, control…
He had nearly lost his temper, not at Uriel, but the idea that no formal action had been taken against those who’d slaughtered his family…
No. Why he was losing his temper didn’t matter; all that mattered was that he couldn’t. This power was intended for one very specific purpose, and if left unchecked, the destruction would only begin with the St. Morias home. They did not deserve that.
As though he was pulling his hand from cool water, the prickling sensation in his arm receded. Daring to breathe again, Jayden opened his eyes. His fingers loosened, blood began to flow freely again.
He rose. Yes, this power was intended for one very specific purpose, and very soon, those that deserved it would be visited upon. For now, it was time to say goodbye.

(c) Avery K. Tingle for Akting Out LLC

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April 29, 2011
I am very pleased to announce that Universal Warrior: Atherean Defenders will be published by JournalStone Publishing, an independent publishing house based in San Mateo, California. The publisher primarily focuses on science fiction, fantasy, and horror titles, and Universal Warrior: Atherean Defenders will be one of JournalStone’s first fantasy books.

About Universal Warrior: Atherean Defenders
Combining aspects of modern and ancient religion with real-world events, Universal Warrior is set in a fictional world in which mankind ultimately decides its own fate. Part one of a three-part series, Universal Warrior: Atherean Defenders chronicles the first battle in the war between Heaven and Hell.

At the beginning of time, when Earth and the Universe were in their infancies, before the Devil, before war and chaos nearly ripped the Universe apart, a dissension between Heaven’s two rulers sparked a conflict that would rage for millennia. Here, at the aftermath of this conflict, referred to as the Great Divide, the story begins.

One morning, four children go playing in the Atherean, Heaven’s largest body of water. Only one comes home alive.

The child’s last words speak of monstrous creatures that have overtaken the water, igniting fear and panic in the Angels, whose need for vengeance clashes with their most sacred commandments. To quell an uprising before it begins, four Angels are dispatched in secret with one objective; bring the responsible party to justice.

But upon entering the water, they will find much more than the Atherean has been taken from them. They will discover the true nature of the unexplored Southern Lands, a realm which will become synonymous with pain and suffering. They will discover secrets that should’ve remained buried and former Angels willing to do whatever it takes to reclaim their homeland.

The war will begin.

JournalStone
JournalStone is an independent publisher specializing in science fiction, horror, and most recently, fantasy. The label has produced the well-received JournalStone: 2010 Warped Words For Twisted Minds, (which the author of Atherean Defenders worked as a contributor on) and Duncan’s Diary: Birth of A Serial Killer. Most recently they released Any Witch Way by Annastaysia Savage. Universal Warrior: Atherean Defenders will be among their first titles based in pure fantasy.

Working With JournalStone
When I first announced Atherean Defenders nearly 18 months ago, I was so disillusioned by stories of writers who had been repeatedly rejected by big publishing houses that I had no intention of even pursuing the option. Besides, I’m a relatively unknown author. I didn’t see the point in asking people to give their hard earned money to someone they’d never heard of for something they weren’t even sure they’d like. I figured I knew enough about marketing and self-promotion that I could go it alone.

I met the head of JournalStone about a year ago on Facebook. We shared mutual interests, and he’s from my hometown, so we hit it off. From the outset, I thought he was an excellent writer and strong self-promoter. He pushed his novel harder than I had seen anyone do before or since. I respected his work ethic and passion for the craft. Eventually, we got onto the subject of my own writing, and he asked me to send over the first two chapters of my novel. Reluctantly, I did.

He was so impressed with the writing that he immediately offered to publish the novel. I was hesitant, but interested; my primary concern was retaining creative control over my intellectual property.
Over the next few weeks, he practically bent over backwards to ensure a mutually satisfactory arrangement. The contract was refined at least 10 times, and in the end, he allowed me to retain full creative control, as well as merchandising and rights to distribute through other mediums. I’ve only been in this business for a few years, but I’ve never worked with anyone who was this passionate and driven about the craft. And, so I signed.

So…What Does This Mean?
Universal Warrior: Atherean Defenders will be released through JournalStone and be available in softcover, hardcover, and e-formats. While online distribution is planned, no arrangement has been finalized yet to release the novel in actual bookstores.

A second draft of the manuscript is due to be turned over by June 1, 2011. Tentative release for the novel is Christmas 2011.

This also means that those of you reading can be first in line to win some of the limited edition gear we’ll be handing out as we ramp up to the release. This gear includes specially engraved iPod Shuffles, limited edition posters, and the graphic novel Four Before Red Morning, which is a series of short stories revolving around Atherean Defenders’ key characters at pivotal moments in their lives, before the tragedy of Red Morning.

Stay tuned to see how you can get a jump start on this stuff, and keep following for updates!

(c) Avery K. Tingle for Akting Out LLC

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Zeus smirked as he looked right, towards his brother. “Come on.” He goaded, “Say it.”
Odin seemed to scowl, disappointed as he cast a sideways glance at Zeus, and the two began making their way down the stairs. “I will not.” His voice was deep, rumbling, baritone, belying his unassuming frame. “It was not a fair contest.”
“Well, you should’ve considered that before you made the wager.” Zeus countered, their sandals echoing loudly through the great chamber as they made their way towards the small crowd. “But in the meantime,” Zeus pointed at himself confidently with his thumb, “I am the victor.”
“Take whatever small victory you wish, Zeus.” Odin growled, a cocky smile creeping across his face. “It does not change the outcome of our last match…or the match before that one…or the match before…”
“Hey.” Zeus stopped, turning and pointing a finger in Odin’s face. “That last one doesn’t count. The only reason why you won was because you threw the moon at me.”
“And how is your inability to defend yourself my concern, dear brother?” Odin smiled. Zeus slowly lowered his finger; there was nothing to say. Odin tapped him twice on the shoulder. “You trained your pupil well, brother. The victory is yours. But we know who the better of us is, do we not?”
Odin chuckled as he headed towards the small group, Reginald’s mouth still open as he took the entire scene in, awestruck. Zeus followed after a moment, whispering at his brother, under his breath; “Arrogant ass.”

(c) Avery K. Tingle for Akting Out LLC

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I’ve always said that if I publish Atherean Defenders, it would be free, and I meant it. If I self-publish the title, you’ll never pay one red cent for it. Unfortunately, that also means that there won’t be a print edition when it’s initially released. To be honest, I can’t afford it on my own.
If I self- publish, I can make Atherean Defenders available as a PDF, for those of you who want to hold a copy in your hand. I was even thinking of a promotion where I could assist with printing costs for those of you who wanted a hard copy, although I hadn’t thought of anything yet. Also, if Atherean Defenders is self-published, it will be available on the Amazon Kindle, as well as other major online book retailers, such as Smashwords. Truthfully, I don’t know if Amazon will let me give away the title on their site. I doubt it, though.

My primary concern with publishing Atherean Defenders has always been retention of rights; I’m not giving anyone the rights to do anything with this story without my permission. Retaining creative control means more to me than making a ton of money (at this point), so I never even considered the idea of publishing the story. All the research I’ve done, and I doubted a publishing house would take a chance on me anyway. I’d rather write the story and let the readers decide if I was any good.

But a publisher approached me; retaining my rights is no longer a concern. Plus, I trust the publisher.

If I sign this contract, Atherean Defenders is realized in both online and offline formats. The book becomes available—in print—on Amazon, and God willing, every other retailer out there. I also gain some serious marketing muscle in addition to my own efforts. The trade-off is; the book will no longer be free.

So that’s what it comes down too. I self-publish, the book is free, but electronic only. I go with a publisher, the book becomes available in print, at a cost.

So the question I put to you is; do you like this story enough to pay for it?

Either comment or message me (keep it clean, please), and I promise I have thick skin, so any constructive advice would be welcome. Thanks for following along and replying, in advance.

(c) Avery K. Tingle for Akting Out LLC

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Hey all;

A lot has happened in and around the world of Atherean Defenders, so let’s get to it.

1. The First Draft Is DONE.

No more tossing out entire first drafts and starting over from scratch; the first draft of Atherean Defenders is done.

Throughout the month of February, the draft will be edited (and expanded upon). The goal is to hand the story off for professional editing by the end of February, and then get the book to the masses around the beginning of April.

1. We Have Some Covers To Choose From.

Thanks to the tireless efforts of Jag Lall, there are now two versions of the book cover to choose from. I have to admit, I prefer the first one, but the second was modified taking into account the many suggestions that were received about the logo.

If everyone could please take two seconds and chime in on the fan page’s discussion board, let me know which cover you prefer more, and as always, suggestions are welcome.

1. Contests!

With things (finally) ramping up to release, there will be a chance to win some prizes from Akting Out LLC, including limited edition artwork and an iPod Touch, complete with the book (and a few extras) already installed!

1. An Excerpt!

No update on Atherean Defenders would be complete without an excerpt from the long-awaited story. Check out “Follow The Dead Orca” to see how Reginald, Angelica, Jayden, and Lihua’s adventure begins in the Atherean!

So that’s all for now, thank you for reading and see you next time!

Sincerely,

Avery K. Tingle

Author, Universal Warrior: Atherean Defenders

(c) Avery K. Tingle for Akting Out LLC

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Dear Readers;

Working in sales has taught me a lot, both good and bad. I don’t believe in charging customers or clients for changing their plan or services in the middle of a billing cycle. I do believe in rewarding people when they go above and beyond what you’ve asked of them. I believe a loyal customer will get you further than a suspicious one. I believe that if you’re upfront and honest with people—even if you tell them something they don’t want to hear—then you’ve done both them and yourself a service.

I also believe that money is not the most important thing in the world; time is. No matter the economy, or the circumstances, if you’re willing to work, you’ll always find a way to make money. Time is the one thing you never get back once spent. The ability to spend one’s time as they choose is probably what I value above everything else in life.

I love everything about the writing process; I love the networking, the connecting with like-minded people, I like the way everyone is so quick to lift everyone else, and how no one hoards knowledge. I love the storytelling process, I love delving into research and learning something I can apply to everyday life, I love words filling up the page as music plays in the background, and I love it when people tell me they enjoy my work. I love it when people email and ask when the next installment is coming out.

While I’m appreciative of all of the hype surrounding Atherean Defenders, I also view it as a responsibility. The truth is, very few people have read my work, making me largely untested. While I hope this doesn’t happen, there’s a pretty good possibility that the majority of people who read Atherean Defenders may find it complete and utter garbage (you’ll never know how many times I get up from the computer saying to myself ‘wow, I hope this doesn’t suck.’)

What I honestly hope is that everyone who reads this story enjoys it, has a good time, and most importantly, signs up to see what happens next. But because people are willing to take their time to take a chance on an unknown writer, I don’t think it’s fair to ask for money on the first story.

So my promise to you as a writer is this; as long as Atherean Defenders is self-published, I will never charge anyone anything for it. I hope everyone who reads the story enjoys it, and thank you all for your support thus far.

Sincerely,

Avery K. Tingle
Author, Universal Warrior: Atherean Defenders

(c) Avery K. Tingle for Akting Out LLC

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“By Yang…” Angelica’s thought was breathless, and she raised a finger, pointing behind the three of them, “…look at that.”
As one, the three turned, and Reginald immediately held up both arms protectively, positioning himself as a shield between the others and what had caught Angelica’s eye. After a moment, it became clear that there was no threat, although the sight was no less frightening.
A large, dead orca was belly-up, slowly descending through the water is it passed them from the right. It had come within a foot of them as it continued to slowly drift towards the Atherean floor. Upon seeing its stomach, Lihua wretched, whipping away and covering her mouth. Reginald scowled, drifting and pushing them all back.
Whatever had killed the orca had ripped its stomach out, exposing jagged ribs and an eviscerated midsection to the waters. Its killer had also been thorough; only a gaping, crimson hole remained where its stomach and heart had once been. It had left a small blood trail in its wake as it had passed them by.
“Amen, take your child back into your bosom, and grant him or her peace, let them never know suffering again…” Angelica prayed. The dead orca was close to disappearing when Jayden’s thoughts Reached them. “We should follow it.”
“Follow it where, exactly?” Lihua snapped. “I think it’s pretty obvious where it’s going.”
Reginald raised a hand to silence Lihua and looked at Jayden. “Why?”
Jayden looked to the vapor-like blood trail the orca had left. “That orca isn’t decomposing yet. It was killed recently. That means whatever did it is still nearby.”
No one said aloud how chilling that thought was, but everyone took a quick peek in every direction to ensure their safety. Reginald was wary; their luminescence only allowed them to see about three feet ahead, and the water was black after that. All it took was the right angle, and they could be torn apart before they knew they were under attack…
Reginald quickly forced the thought from his mind. Blind fear didn’t serve anyone, and Angelica’s enhanced telepathy should’ve made sneaking up on them impossible. “I’m not sure of the point you’re trying to make…” Reginald urged Jayden. “Oh, it’s simple.” Jayden’s smile and suddenly cool attitude made Reginald uncomfortable, “The orca’s not finished. Whatever did that may come back for seconds.”
“Jayden!” Angelica chastised, “That was a living being!”
“Yes, it was.” Jayden fired back, “Right now, it’s the best lead we have.” He looked back at Reginald. “We stay behind it and either wait for its killer to come back for…more…or the blood will draw out others. Isn’t that what you said Bethany said? They went into a frenzy in Jayce’s blood?”
Reginald nodded, surprised that the usual remorse that accompanied thoughts about his family was gone. “Then the orca will lead us to where we want to go. It’ll lead us to the things that killed Beth and the others.”
No one thought anything. The orca had disappeared from sight.
It wasn’t much to go on, but Jayden was right; at this point, it was all they had.
“Angelica.” Reginald finally Reached, “Please stay alert. If anything comes within a mile of us, we need to know.”
Angelica nodded, clearly uncomfortable with the situation. “I’ll watch out.”
“Stay in the dark, stay behind it, and if Angelica gives the word, break off, no questions asked. We’re not here to engage. Are we clear?”
Lihua nodded. “Yes.”
Angelica was already looking down, into the darkness, where the orca had vanished. “”Yes, I understand. I don’t want to engage anything, anyway.”
Jayden was the only one who hadn’t spoken up. Reginald looked directly at him. “We clear, Jayden?”
Jayden stared at Reginald. He said nothing.
“I’m not playing games, Jayden.” Reginald warned.
After a second longer, Jayden nodded. “I’m clear, Reginald.”
The imprint from Jayden’s mind said that he was anything but.
Reginald couldn’t worry about it now, especially if he had been right, and the orca’s killer was coming back for more. “Let’s go.”
Reginald led the way, and the four descended into the Atherean, each one silently hoping not to suffer its fate.

(c) Avery K. Tingle for Akting Out LLC

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Lorna Suzuki, an accomplished author whose credits include PBS and a fantasy series recently optioned to become a major motion picture, was good enough to interview me about Universal Warrior, the writing process, and martial arts last week. Here’s a link to the interview.

http://web.me.com/imagobooks/IMAGO_FANTASY_REALM/Blog/Entries/2011/1/18_Avery_K._Tingle_Interview.html

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They found themselves floating at the end of the world; the sky was roiling crimson and orange, with reddened clouds rolling uncontrollably in every direction. The entire scene was peppered by tiny, popping sparks that gave the impression that the world would burst at any moment. Yet the entire display was muted; the world was completely devoid of sound, and after a moment, the ominousness receded, but Reginald still felt as though the world might detonate without warning at any moment.
Jayden either didn’t notice or didn’t care about his new surroundings; he was fiercely engaged with his captor, their arms quivering as Jayden slowly pulled his captor’s arm away from his face. “GET OFF OF ME!!” Jayden roared.
Reginald saw Jayden move in a way that caused his mouth to fall open; the boy brought up his arm up as high as he could get it, driving his elbow behind him, striking his captor cleanly in the stomach. Reginald wasn’t sure what surprised him more; the impact, which sounded as though it cracked a rib, the fact that Jayden had deliberately injured someone, or the fact that it sounded like a woman who had been struck.
Either way, Jayden got what he wanted; his captor was forced to let go, suddenly more concerned with her midsection than holding onto him, but much to Reginald’s surprise, Jayden didn’t appear to be finished with her. The boy turned, raising two closed hands just below his chin. The woman recovered from his elbow strike, raising two open hands that were slightly extended from her chest.

Did I just hit a woman?!
Stop! Don’t think about that right now! Focus, remember what Zeus taught you…
Jayden released a long, slow breath as he regained his composure. Although he wanted to show nothing to his opponent, as he had been taught, he scowled; the woman’s hands were open. He had never encountered an open-handed style before!
Plus, there was no ground to stand on, nothing for him to strike a balance on. It’s okay, I’ll bet I’m a better flyer than she is.
The woman–if it was a woman–was perfectly still, the hood of her cloak lowered to conceal her identity, her mouth parted slightly. Jayden could feel her quiet anticipation in his mind; she’s waiting for me.
Well, I won’t be rude.
Jayden heard Reginald yell something at him, probably telling him to stop, but he was already committed; he lowered his body and thrust himself at the girl, closing his right hand into a fist and swinging a wide, hooking shot aimed at her head; his most powerful move, as Zeus had taught him. Moments before the impact, Jayden smiled, assured that this attack would be the last one necessary–
The girl shifted, the outside of her open hand striking the inside of his wrist and sending a jolt through his arm–she blocked!
She continued shifting, stepping into him, lowering her head, as she clutched his arm. She drove her shoulders and the back of her neck into his body, stunning him as she effortlessly lifted him overhead. Jayden lost his bearing as she flipped him over her shoulders, still holding his arm. He landed on her outstretched foot, his head ringing an unpleasant symphony as the back of his head crashed into the top of her foot.
A boulder crashed into the side of his face, and for a moment, Jayden nearly lost consciousness. Oh, that wasn’t a boulder. She just hits real hard…
Keeping his training at the forefront of his mind, Jayden looked up, searching for an opportunity, and found it in the girl’s exposed ankle. He quickly reached behind him with his free hand, clutching her leg and yanking hard. She managed to get off an astonished “What the–” before Jayden jerked, forcing her from whatever balance she held, causing her to float helplessly in the air. Jayden willed himself to rise, stood over the girl, and clenched a fist–and after a moment’s thought, unclenched it. Just in case it is a girl.
Jayden opened his hand and raised it high above the girl’s body. Just as she began to recover, he brought his forearm crashing down on her midsection. She appeared to be folded in half, an OOMPH forced from her diaphragm as she was sent plummeting as if hurled from a cliff.
She fell nearly fiften feet before grunting audibly, flipping forward to right herself. She then rocketed upwards, ready to continue the confrontation. Jayden closed his fists and waited.
“Lihua.” A young, yet authoritative male voice spoke from behind Reginald. “That’s enough.”

Reginald had been so enthralled by the confrontation that he nearly forgot where he was. Watching Jayden move like that raised a thousand questions, most prevalent being a desire to know where Jayden had learned such skills. Or why he felt a need for them in the first place. Reginald had always known the boy was troubled, but to take to learning how to injure…he felt a pang of sympathy. Things at home must’ve been far worse than he had imagined.
He remembered when Bethany died; the violent exchange between father and son. He wondered how long that had been building up.
A hand reached up and gripped his shoulder reassuringly, and Reginald was startled, jarred from his thinking. He turned back to the owner of the hand, and for the first time observed his uniform; an unassuming, two-piece sleeveless, black robe, with a crimson eye encased in a triangle emblazoned over the right breast.
Reginald felt the breath torn from his body upon seeing the symbol. He now knew who’s custody he was in, just as he knew their chances of leaving had just dwindled to nothing.
“Oh!” The young man exclaimed, holding up a hand to ward off Reginald’s suspicions. He quickly removed his cloak, revealing a youthful face with brown eyes that had seen too much. Short, curly brown hair adorned his hea, his skin tanned from spending a lot of time in the sun. “I apologize! The uniforms are necessary, but I assure you; we have no intention of exiling you.”
Reginald turned to face the boy. “You open the sky and kidnap us. Forgive me if I have a hard time believing you.”
The young man opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by Jayden, who suddenly appeared at Reginald’s left. “Who do you people think you are?” He demanded.
“They’re the Heimdall, Jayden.” Reginald replied, keeping his eyes on the young man. The disdain in his voice was unmistakable. “The all-seeing enforcement squad of Yang himself. They aren’t bothered by things like laws and commandments.”
“We are indeed the Heimdall, Jayden Zeneca.” The young man looked past Reginald and addressed Jayden directly, “But despite what you may have heard, we are, in fact, just as bound by the commandments as you are, if not more so, for the sake of our directives.”
He looked back at Reginald. “I’m sorry for alarming you, Reginald. But we are not here to exile you.”
The young man’s look softened. Authority and confidence were overshadowed by weariness, sadness…regret? Reginald wondered. He also took note of the two vertical lines on each side of the triangle on his uniform; the young man was some sort of commanding officer.
“We are here to ask for your help.”
Jayden’s opponent floated into view, hovering behind him on the left. The other hooded figure drifted up behind the young man. “Both of you.” He ordered, his tone soft, “Reveal yourselves.”
In unison, the two pulled down their hoods. Reginald was surprised; they were both female. Both were undeniably beautiful.
Jayden’s opponent was pale-skinned, long, jet-black hair running underneath her cloak, angry green eyes fixed on Jayden. She grunted quietly, massaging her battered midsection. She wanted to continue their match. The other woman was tanned skin with light brown hair that blossomed once the hood was removed. She smiled as thought it would illuminate Heaven, her bright brown eyes beaming; the calming presence she exuded was undeniable.
The young man, their commander, extended his hand towards Reginald. “Lucifer.” He smiled, “Of the Johab Saints.”
Reginald observed his hand for a moment and then accepted the gesture. “Reginald, of the Morias Saints.” He replied cautiously.
Lucifer nodded. “I know who you are, Reginald. You’re the most renowned Angel in three provinces.” He said proudly, “And I know your history with us. I wouldn’t have asked for your help if I had any other option.”
“And Jayden Zeneca.” Lucifer smiled broadly, exhaling, “The first Angel to be trained by Zeus himself. We most certainly could use your assistance. In fact, we may be able to help each other.”
“Help each other do what, exactly?” Jayden retorted. “Who are you people?”
Lucifer placed a hand on his chest. “I am Lucifer St. Johab, last Captain of the Heimdall. Behind me is Angelica St. Mihr of Isobella Flats, and well…you’ve met Lihua.”
Jayden turned to Lihua, who hadn’t stopped glaring at him since removing her hood.
“What’re the Heimdall?” Jayden inquired, “I’ve never heard of you.”
“You wouldn’t,” Lucifer replied, his tone slightly menacing, “Unless we had business with you.”
“What…” Jayden challenged, “Is that supposed to make me afraid of you…?”
Reginald blocked Jayden from advancing even as Lucifer raised his hands innocently, backing away. “Forgive me, Jayden. Pride has always been one of my weaknesses. I’m very proud of what we do, and the good we serve.”
“The good you serve?” Reginald shot back, glowering at Lucifer, “And how many innocents did you exile for the good you serve?”
Regret came over Lucifer’s face. “It wasn’t my decision to go forward with your family’s exile. We may have been mistaken, yes, but we cannot undo that now.”
Jayden looked at Reginald quizzically. “The Heimdall was assembled during the Great Divide,” Reginald explained, “they were tasked with discovering and exiling anyone suspected of collaborating with Yin.”
Jayden nodded as he understood. “As I recall,” Lucifer said humbly, “You were one of the Angels offered a position in the Heimdall.”
“I was.” Reginald agreed, “But I thought it was too much power for anyone to have. You made your decisions without investigation. You turned your mandate into a witchunt.”
Jayden frowned. “There were over a hundred thousand deportees when it was all said and done…”
“Yes.” Reginald growled, turning his glare back to Lucifer, “Do you think they all went by choice?”
Lucifer dashed, getting close to Reginald. “Listen to me. Do you want me to admit that we made mistakes? I admit it, and I apologize. But please don’t let your judgment be clouded now, too much is at stake. Work with me, and then have me charged if you like.” He exhaled, understanding the implication of his next statement. “I won’t contest it. Just hear what I have to say.”
For a moment, Reginald considered what Lucifer had just proposed. If they had really wanted to exile them, they’d be far south by now.
“Okay.” Reginald. “I’m listening.”

(c) Avery K. Tingle for Akting Out LLC

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