Series: The Rogue King Saga # 1
Author: Aldrea Alien
Published: April 22nd, 2014
Word Count: 65,000
Content Warning: Violence, Sex
Recommended Age: 16+
Outside is dangerous.
Such is the warning Koral has heard for twelve years. Born a product of genetic manipulation, he knows little else of the world beyond the steel walls of his home.
When fate gives him the choice between certain death and the unknown, there’s no question in what he must choose. But he’s about to find out the sands he must brave are full of more than mere monsters.
Providing the desert doesn’t kill him first.
This is a world ruled by instinct, where innocence is drowned in blood. Here, men are offered up to the great Serpent God, Lorric, only to emerge as the most feared killers on the planet: The Rogues.
With the god’s sights set on turning Koral into a legend, he must sacrifice himself to survive and be reborn as… The Rogue King
What was the inspiration for your story?
This is actually the trickiest question. I’ve had this book kicking about for so long (seventeen years) in various stages, but I believe the core of the story came around via an RPG with a friend, the characters certainly did. She had her group of characters, I had mine. I remember trying to sort out my characters back stories by writing them down and, after several thousand words on just one character (not even including all the world building I’d done) I naively believed it’d be easy to write a small story about them … so I did. Even when I lost contact with my friend, I kept on writing.
What kept you going throughout the writing process?
Honestly, I think it was sheer stubbornness. Without my friend’s characters, I’d free rein to figure out where to head, which led to a lot of writing myself into a corner and rewriting. I think only the final plotline was all that remained of the very first version.
Who is your most meaningful character and why?
That would be Veng. Right from when I first envisioned him, he’s been in a constant state of flux, altering from this cold and murderous being to what he is now. I like to think he grew more three-dimensional as I grew older and understood the world better.
Can we expect to hear more from these characters in the near future?
Well, there are three more books in this saga (and plans for another series), so we’ll definitely be seeing these guys again.
How has this story touched your life?
I think the biggest change has been hardening myself. I learnt a lot of the common writing lessons with this story and encountered criticism all along the spectrum. Learning to handle that, to swallow my defensiveness and admit they might be right, was the hardest lesson I’ve ever had.
What motivated you to start writing?
This story. I was twelve when I first started thinking up this world. Perhaps it’s always been there, changing along with me.
Shirain lifted her arms out towards the giant statue, the sound of her bracelets clacking together echoed across the ruins. ʺBehold our offering, Mighty Lord! Take his body as your own! Use him! Guide him in your ways so he may live to make you stronger!ʺ
The bowl slipped from his unfeeling hands to splash into the pond. Above, the statue’s eyes glowed a deep red. Behind him, Koral heard Shirain continue talking, her voice faint and muffled. His blood grew hot, desire filling his body and fogging his mind. What had she done to him?
ʺYour gift is pleasing, dear child.ʺ The words tumbled out of a mouth Koral could no longer control. ʺThis body is young. Barely a man.ʺ Someone else flexed his muscles. His lips twisted into a cruel grin as his tongue ran over his sharp teeth. ʺHe will need much training.ʺ
ʺMy Lord,ʺ Shirain purred, giving him a low bow. ʺOnce more, you honour me.ʺ
Awareness of another’s presence came crashing down on him, bringing with it an odd calmness. He knew little of magic or religion. Amelia’s teaching on the subject had been sparse; most of what he had learnt came from the camp and no one had mentioned possession. Would he win if he tried to banish the intruder? Was this not his body?
A rough laugh escaped his throat as he unwillingly turned from the statue and waded through the blood to dry land. ʺHe fights me.ʺ
ʺHe showed promise as a fighter,ʺ Shirain said, sounding strangely proud. ʺI hope he pleases my Lord and proves more interesting to break than the others.ʺ
ʺYes, this will be… enjoyable.ʺ Again, his lips pulled back into something that resembled a smile in name only. ʺBy the time I’ve finished with him, everyone shall fear the very name of him—the name of Vengeance.ʺ
About the Author:
Born and raised in New Zealand, Aldrea Alien lives on a small farm with her family, including a menagerie of animals. Since discovering a love of writing at the age of twelve, she hasn’t found an ounce of peace from the characters plaguing her mind.
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