Friday, January 15, 2016

The Last Kraken


About the Book
Title: The Last Kraken
Author: Skyler Patterson
Genre: Fantasy
This is a fantasy fiction tale. Get ready to UNLEASH THE KRAKEN! Its the 1800's in London England. .A leviathan hunter Slaymore Seaborne is retired. The man longs for one last sea adventure! The man has slain every type of sea creature but one. The KRAKEN! All say the creature is myth until the king's merchant ships turn up destroyed. The crown hires Slaymore to end the monster. This book was written by SKYLER PATTERSON, Author of :THE BOOK OF SWORDS series!

About the Author
How did i become a writer? My story could be a book of itself. My journey is as daunting as it is impossible. Yet it is all truth! I have been working in health care for many years. It was when i decided to read books on my way to work that i stumbled upon the possibility of writing. How did it happen? I take the train to get to my job in N.Y.. I had become bored with reading the daily newspapers .It was then that i decided to read a book instead. Mind you, i had not read a book in years! I proceeded to read books by J.R. Tolkien, Anne Rice, Bram Stoker, and George R.R. Martin. I found those books sooo cool! I love fantasy fiction. It was when i became addicted to a certain series; that it happened. I read every book from that series and when i asked the book store clerk when there would be more the man gave me terrible news. “Ha, that guy puts out a book every five, six years. “WHAT?! LIFE IS TOO SHORT”! I could not believe that. It was then that i began to wonder what if i (yes me) could write a book myself. This was a joke to me until i came up in minutes with a plot for a fantasy fiction tale. HOW did i do that!? The plot was way TOO COOL to just do nothing with. And i will not lie. I made every type of mistake one could make in learning how to write. I have had no formal training and i successfully dropped out of college, years ago! (Please do not do this! It did not go well!)That first idea became THE BOOK OF SWORDS, a medieval styled swords and sorcery epic. (Draft2Digital) That book gave me many headaches, before i figured out how to write it!(great e book that it is) So i took a break and wrote: THE LAST KRAKEN,(The complete version on Draft2Digital/Smashwords/I Tunes,Only) a tale of a giant, leviathan squid running amok, in the 1800’s England. It was when i was writing that book that i began to realize that i had somehow in only a little more than a year (2013)became an author. I finished that first book. I then proceeded to test a chapter of it on my extra –smart-school teacher sister Carol. My sister invited me over to hear my tale. My sister did not disappoint me. She gave me many words of encouragement: “Let’s all have a good laugh”! were her words! I read her a chapter. After i read that chapter my sister began to stutter and jaws were dropping everywhere! “HOW IN THE HELL”?! were her words! And then i began to write another book called REVENGE OF THE WOLF. When my friends heard i was attempting this task they said: “You are crazy! All of your books (so far) are about action! What do you know about romance books”?! Who would do what i did?! It was crazy! I decided to become a writer not knowing if i could even do it! I who had never wrote any type of romance before did write that book! And what happened?! Four star reviews! And accolades and something i never had before: FANS! AND SALES! (Enchanted helped!)I can still remember when i was writing REVENGE OF THE WOLF (Draft2Digital/Smashwords/ Apple I-tunes) when i passed my laptop to a girl i was dating and asked her to read an emotional turning point of this Paranormal/romance/action/horror story. As she was reading it; i was in awe as the woman slowly began to cry! I then spent the rest of that year writing many books. And here i am! I am in this for the long haul. I am now an author and somehow a poet/songwriter. I will now do my best to write many stories that all occur in different settings, worlds and time periods. All will contain my signature of fantasy fiction, Epic action and romance! “My impossible journey just goes to show that one can never truly know what they are capable of; until they give it that one good try! Never let ANYONE tell you what you cannot do! I can be found on Goodreads Author page/Smashwords author page/Facebook Author page. I love to hear from my fans! What’s next?! Romance/Action :REVENGE OF THE WOLF2 (New Series) YA:THE WARPATH OF LOVE, THE BOOK OF SWORDS 2,THE BRAVE CRAB, “211” And many more! I can truly say I LOVE WRITING.---SKYLER PATTERSON

Links
Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/597513


 
THE KRAKEN INN
The old sea mariner sat in the back of his inn. His flagon of ale rested on the round wooden table. The wood was worn and the paint had long faded from its surface. A lone candle burned on the table. The mariner gazed into the fire as the wick slowly drizzled . The room was abuzz with town folk. Patrons chatted and threw back their flagons to their throats. Slaymore pulled his pipe from his pocket and, pushed some tobacco down into the horn . The old mariner drew his match and struck it cross the table lighting it to flame .Slaymore leaned back into the creaky chair. The seafarer closed his eyes and seamed to leave the realm. The patrons of the inns chatter became the sounds of his beloved ship crew. For he could swear that he could hear the voice of first mate Grinn telling folly filled tales in the captains quarters. He could hear the second mate African Toorah high in the crow’s nest calling down the heading like the seagulls on high. Slaymore could swear that he could feel the rocking of his ship as it glided across the face of the sea. Slaymore could swear that he could feel himself at the helm of his ship. Slaymore could feel his hands wrapped around the star shaped wheel, guiding his ship across the face of the sea. Suddenly Slaymore was in that place where a man feels that he has reached that peace. That serenity . That place where some can only be described as an orgasm. A new birth or that last sweet journey that a man takes when he lives no more. The old seaman began to slowly ponder if he had in fact perished at that very moment. For what could be better the mariner thought then to die in such a pleasant state. So nigh to his glory. For it is always preached in the temples that to die is to retire to true paradise. “Go down, go down! I say ye men of the sea! For there be the paradise of the seafarer!” They oft-times preached these words. For this would be a most joyful end. The seafarer could not help but wonder how it could be that lo many men have perished no one could return to bring word to the living on how the journey fared from this world to t’ other. To Slaymore this was the great cheat of life. At the temples it is preached: “tis faith, tis faith! Ye men must put ye trust in the promise of who ye pray to”! Death the end. When the sea of life takes man and ship to the last of the realm and spills them over the crashing waterfall; to the waiting reefs of oblivion. Death where the living exist no more. Where the flesh is replaced with bone. Where the flesh rot and are left with the putrid rotting stench. Slaymore as he dreamt could not help but wonder if indeed he had not perished at that very moment. The very thought filled Slaymore with a tremendous dread. That he could somehow pass away into the next world; in a blissful sleep. Slaymore suddenly awoke from his dream turned to nightmare. The seafarer slammed his calloused fists on the worn wood table! The force of his blow knocked his pipe onto the floor. Its embers scattered across the floor. “SEA HELLS, SEA HELLS! I’m not dead! I’m not dead!” Yelled he. The fisherman awoke from his dream like a squall. For even the great whales of the sea, must needs to return to the surface; to breathe the earthly air. Slaymore suddenly felt the strong hand of his first mate Grinn on his shoulder. “What is this? What is this Cap’n”?! Yelled Grinn. Captain Slaymore could smell the unmistakable reek of death in the very room. “Grinn what is that reek”?! Asked Slaymore. “Terrible thing that”. Grinn replied. Grinn pointed towards the counter of the inn. “A crone come in from god knows where. You know how these hags get on. It’s like they misremember the purpose of soap”! Said he. The hag was facing them now. Old and wrinkled was she. The crone was garbed from head to heel in a worn grey hooded robe. The hood covered her head. The crone was long of neck like a vulture and her nose was curved like a beak .
Upon a sudden the hag pointed towards the two men. Her fingers were long and bony and her eyes were as brown as cemetery dirt. And then the hag spoke: “A FORETELLING, A FORETELLING! Will you hear it fisherman?!” Asked the crone. “I will pay no coin”! Grinn by the shoulder. “This is your folly is it”?! Asked the captain. “I admit tis a good folly, but not mine Cap’n” ! replied Grinn with a snicker. The hag spoke again, and her creaky voice cut the air like a sharp cleaver. ”THE CALL OF THE SEA DOES NOT GO UNHEEDED”! Said she. The hag began to move towards the two men. As the hag drew nearer so did the retorted Slaymore. “I will take no coin”! replied the hag. Slaymore grabbed reeking stench. “You wish to take a journey fisherman, to seek a myth!” said she. “How do you know these things hag”?! Slaymore asked. “I KNOW MUCH AND I KNOW NOTHING FISHERMAN”! Said she. The seafarer calmed his tone and softly asked: “Will I succeed “? asked he. ” You will succeed and you will fail”! Said she. “Will i live”?! Slaymore asked. “YOU WILL LIVE AND YOU WILL DIE! BUT YOU WILL DIE BEFORE YOU LIVE! For your journey will be filled with death and destruction. But there is one who would wish that your ship never sets the sails. YOU KNOW OF WHOM I SPEAK”! Stated she. “GALE”! Yelled Slaymore. “GRINN,HOW COULD SHE KNOW “!? Yelled Slaymore. The fisherman grabbed his first mate and shook him like a wave! The first mate spoke “Dunno Cap’n, must be sorcery”? said he. “CURSE YE HAG “! Yelled Slaymore. Slaymore spun around towards the crone faster than could be believed! The hag was gone! The crone had disappeared into the smoky thin air. All that was left was the foul reeking smell and an old fisherman’s wroth..

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