About Jaegryn: The First Law:
A child vanishes in the night…
… a monster hunter is summoned.
Can be bring the child home?
Jaegryn arrives on an unfamiliar and alien world. Forced to take a local as a guide, he investigates the strange facts surrounding the disappearance. Something’s not right and its not just monsters. There are darker forces at play.
Can he keep his guide alive?
Or will he repeat the failures of his past?
What happens when brute strength isn’t enough to win?
You’ll love this dark science fantasy tale, because we all love a broken hero who refuses to give up, even when his back’s against the wall.
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Author Bio:
My mom always said I was her costume child. She’s right, always has been, always will be -but don’t tell her I said that. Okay?
So it only made sense to write as a storyteller within my universe.
The Archivist.
As the only Archivist left is my job to record the stories of those living within the Legends of the Fall universe
(We’re rebuilding the order right now. We’ll post applications later.)
Anyways, each story has its own hero or heroine, along with a supporting cast of characters. Soon enough, their stories will collide. But not now. They’re not ready.
I’m not ready.
Before I picked up the persona of the Archivist, I was always making up stories.
I remember playing in the home repair stores or being on a construction job site and transforming them into space stations, rebel bases or the surface of an uncharted world. I filled them will stormtroopers and starships, dragons and knights.
Over time stories, and writing, became a sort of Jungian therapy for me. It helped me process the chaotic emotions and conflicting circumstances I found myself in. It kept me alive. Kept me sane. Yet one day, I realized my characters, my invisible friends, and the places they lived were bound to me.
Bound to my mortality.
One day, I’d slip away, and I’d drag them into the afterlife with me.
That terrified me.
That’s when I knew I had to share my stories.
It started with my wife. I opened up to her. Shared the world I had lived in since I was a teenager. Then I shared it with my children. I realized that those characters and places now lived within them. That in some small measure, they’d survive me.
Now I’d like to invite you on this crazy adventure. It’s not for everyone and that’s okay. I hope that if these stories speak to you, if the words I write make you feel something, then you too will open yourself up and let these characters and places find a home within you as well.
And maybe one day, under a bright sun, you’ll tell others your own stories.
Cheers,
The Archivist