Tuesday, September 24, 2019

Page 158 of my novel Afterglow Rain - The Rough Road to Rekong Peo

attraction only growing when I saw a film recording the path.
  – But there is more to it to Leila, isn’t it? Afterglow said casually. – She has longed for it, very much like a salmon moving up the river.
  – Yes! Leila breathed. – Yes!
  For once Janet had turned the table on her, but Leila didn’t care. She had her attention cast forward almost every single moment.
  – I guess the various portals have called me my entire life, she acknowledged. – I’ve always been restless, never truly settled in any brief-home. My boyfriend wanted to get married. I said yes, but decided on a whim to participate in the Sao Paulo triathlon instead. He got the message.
  – I remember, Stuart said. – You were far more excited than the rest of us. It was almost as if you suspected that you would never return.
  – As stated, I almost didn’t make it to the boat, Leila whispered, – but when I ran flat out in my desperate attempt to do that, it felt like the most important thing in my life.
  The drive started out normal enough, with the roads not being too bad, but they turned progressively worse the higher the old bus climbed. It started raining and the road resembled a stretch of mud, even though the ground didn’t turn that soft, not beyond a certain point. There were trees, trees with green leaves surrounding them. It felt totally out of place, but there it was.
  The driver hummed a melody. He couldn’t sing. Whatever came out of his mouth sounded totally out of tune. Afterglow still heard the music and her eyes grew distant again, and she started humming as well. The driver stopped and she continued. Leila joined in as well. They easily started singing in tune.
  It had stopped raining, and the ground was dry and dusty, and the valley was far down there, and the road didn’t exactly grow wider.
  – This is it, an excited Caphie cried from the back of the bus.
  They looked outside, and they felt like the bus could slide off the ridge at any time, imagining that they heard the sound of it doing that all the time. The road had literally been dug into the mountain, carved out of the rock. The dusty road was wide enough for one small bus exactly and that was it. Josie leaned out of the window and the vehicle threatened to tilt, and fall down, down into the vast ravine. Josie quickly returned inside.
  – Its reputation is more than justified, Leila shuddered.
  But her eyes glowed in excitement and anticipation.
  – Close the windows, Afterglow told them.
  After the road took a turn to the right, they spotted a small waterfall flooding the road, making the ground even more treacherous. The water splashed the roof and would have practically drowned them if the windows had remained open.
  They arrived at Rekong Peo, a city quite different from Shimla not long after noon. There were distinct traces of western influence here as well, but only traces,
advertising and such.
  – I will find lodging for us, Dipda said.
  Afterglow stopped her with a wave.

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Monday, September 09, 2019

The walkers in shadow

  When a rock is smashed against rock, there is a spark. That particular spark fades quickly without nourishment, but when it lands in dry grass or hay or wood, it becomes a fire, and if there is sufficient mass of those things, the fire might become an inferno…
  The modern story about the Janus Clan begins in the Sixties against a backdrop of political and social upheaval and ends forty years later, when that upheaval has turned even more pronounced.
  It begins with troubled and insecure youths and ends with troubled, assertive and beyond passionate adults no longer taking shit from anyone. In their teens, they were angst, uncertainty and rage. The first two are gone, but fortunately, the rage remains.
  Forty years of ferocity, terror, passion, life beyond anything this world has ever seen.
  Ted, Linda, Liz, Iris and the rest of the modern-day shadowwalkers experience the Sixties, the seventies, the eighties, the nineties and the zeroes through their looking glass of red and fire and pale shadow.
  They touch and ponder the deepest of questions, find the most profound and crucial answers. There’s no rock they don’t turn, no secret they don’t expose. They illuminate every dark corner, shadow all bright days, paint all gray surfaces with all the colors of the rainbow. They exclude nothing, include everything life has to offer. Yes, the fire within is worth any sacrifice to keep burning.
  And when they change, like a slow-turning wheel, they also change the world, change humanity to something people have only glimpsed through the thick fog of their fears. Everything stands revealed as the inferno it is. The ravages of passion, longing and rage herald the twilight of mankind.

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Tuesday, September 03, 2019

Published books - Amos Keppler

 The main webpages for my novels and collections of poetry.

Red Shadow and Other Stories

My anthology.

Season of the Witch

A London-fantasy about our deepest self.

Thunder Road - Ice and Fire

My post-civilization novel.

Black Dragon

Comics as a novel.

The Nine

my world building.

Alarums of Reality

my psychotic novel.


the deepest of mysteries explored.

Dreams Belong to the Night

the ultimate tale of rebellion.

Your Own Fate

a tale of growth & realization of Self beyond any confines.

Night on Earth

a dark London tale to end all tales.

The Poetic Site

an exploration of all shades of life.

The Janus Clan

One of the most controversial series of novels ever published.

Sunday, September 01, 2019

The Twilight Realm

  In the twilight realm between night and day, sleep and awakening, my mind is ablaze with dark fire, with the power of conception.
  Constantly, consciously changing the daily chores, the daily routine, making it anything but routine, does that to me, making my muses flow and ebb like a heart.
  That, among many things is what we’re teaching here, in the circle of the Midnight Fire. The fire is always with us, but with the blazing awareness of self, that fire, those dark, pulsing flames are erupting inside, pushing itself out in the open. That’s what a witch does, pulling what is inside to the outside. He or she opens closed caskets. A witch opens everything for everybody to see and feel and experience.
  I’m floating in a sea of Shadow. It is many things. It’s the realm outside normal human perception. It is infinite space, infinite time, it is the time stream. Time is not a river, but a flood, flooding fields, forests and even mountains…