THE MAN FROM RΩME: teaser scene

Hello, hello, hello! I've been a way for too long, but now I'm back! Please enjoy this small teaser scene from my upcoming Mythological Thriller, THE MAN FROM RΩME. Available on Amazon Kindle 5.5.17

-Dylan-

 

            Light filtered in through the painters cloth, becoming diffused and shallow. As if in preparation for a slaughter, the floor was covered in newspaper, and the tables were draped with black plastic. Overhead, the light fixtures had been removed so that their wires dangled in stringy noose-like clumps.

            Taking all of this in, Cato let the door swing shut behind him. The latch gave an audible click, and was instantly echoed by the snap of a Zippo lighter. Cato started with surprise and turned. In the far corner of the room, a candle had been lit, casting illumination upon a table laden with food. Already seated and waiting for him, a man in a three-piece chestnut suit smiled through the blue haze of his cigarette.

            Cato blinked, and a pair of golden-eyes blinked back at him. Like memory made manifest, the Benefactor’s unmistakable face came into view. Cato gaped.

            “But—but—you look—”

            Tapping his cigarette into an ashtray, the Benefactor held up a hand for silence. Cato faltered and the words died in his throat.

            “Before you finish that sentence,” spoke the Benefactor. “May I interject a simple request?”

            Physically shaken by the timbre of the Man’s voice, Cato did all that he could just to nod.

            “I can see that you are…disturbed by me, Cato—disturbed by what you see. Yet I beg of you, please refrain from uttering that which I have heard more times than I care to remember. Spare history the doom of repetition.”

            Hypnotized, Cato felt as if he couldn’t move, as if he almost couldn’t breath. Smiling, the Man gestured to an empty chair across the table from him.

            “Sit, please.”

            Cato tried to look away, tried to turn his head, but the Man had grown incandescent in the gloom. His eyes shone unnaturally, boring into Cato and compelling him to do as he was told.

            “I know you have many questions, my son,” said the Man. “But your breakfast is getting cold and I took some pains to prepare the way you like. Sit. Eat. Please.”

            Cato felt himself pulled forward, one foot shuffling in front of the other like a prisoner in a chain gang. He reached the table and grasped the back of his chair for support. Before him, a spread of soft-boiled eggs, toast, cheese, cured ham, and coffee, steamed enticingly.

            “Why—why haven’t you aged?” He whispered, glancing at the Man. “I mean—Jesus Christ, you look exactly the same.”

            Using the back of a butter knife, the Man cracked the top from his soft-boiled egg and laid bare the liquid yoke. He dipped a spear of toast into the creamy filling and stirred it.

            “Is that really the question you want to ask me?”

            Cato hovered, unsure how to answer.

            “Sit,” ordered the Man.

            Cato sat.

            “I can sympathize with what you are feeling,” said the Man. “It’s been too long since we’ve seen one another or even spoken. For that, I am sorry. Most are given time to get used to my condition, but unfortunately, time is not something you and I have an abundance of.”

            He bit into the toast and chewed.

            “Corallina tells me you are an apt pupil, but that you lack restraint. She says you are often on the wrong side of the law. Is that true?”

            Cato looked up sharply, caught off guard by the question.

            “Yes,” spoke the Man. “She keeps me informed of your situation. I like to know the dealings of all my Orphanus—all of my children.”

            “Is she—” Cato ventured. “Is she like me? Are you her Benefactor too?”

            “Yes.”

            “And when she was a kid, you looked the same as you do now?”

            “More or less.”

            “Fuck,” Cato breathed. “Then she wasn’t lying?”

            “No.”

            “How?”

            The Man returned to his breakfast.

            “The best mysteries are those that seemed to have no answer,” he said. “The same is true for me.”

            Left hand shaking unconsciously, Cato attempted to light himself another cigarette. He was rattled, twisted up, knotting like a panicking snake.

            “Who are you?” He asked.

            Smiling faintly, the Man held Cato’s gaze.

            “Who I am does not matter, Cato. Rome is all that matters.”

 

© 2017 Dylan James Quarles

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Just checking in

Hi there folks!

To say I've been busy as of late would be an understatement. Every spare second I have, I spend writing or studying. Though this has certainly taken its toll on me, I'm still here and going strong. Besides, I love it.

The Man from Rome is proving to be a challenging book to write. I'm sure that's a common enough thing for authors to say about their current works but DAMN. Just the sheer number of pages this puppy is pulling out of me is sort of insane. Every time I think I'm getting close to the final third of the book, another scene pops up to be inserted, another chapter that needs expanding.

To top it off, the characters have become so complex that though I'm not ready to resort to the serial killer style "wall of random notes connected with string", I'm almost there. 

But it's okay, like I said. I love this shit. I live for it now. 

Writing is the only puzzle I've ever been even a little good at. Figuring out how to make things work, or rather, how to let them work for me, that's my jam. While I still get writers block from time to time, I don't feel like it's a problem with my creativity any more. Not like I used to. No, now I see writers block as me getting in the way of my own creativity. When that happens, I try to step back and let things flow on their own.

Does it always work out t? No, but I am making massive amounts of progress on a book I sometimes think is more mature than I am.

All the same, what I'm really hoping for is to have the manuscript finished before this summers trip to Spain and Portugal. I don't want to be lugging my imaginary friends around with me while I'm trying to get drunk and eat Tapas. ;)

Alrighty, gotta get back at it. 

Cheers everyone!

Dylan 

The promotion comes to an end

Hi all!

Well, I just wrapped up a promotion on Amazon that saw The Ruins of Mars add over 3,200 new readers in five short days! Combined with existing downloads this put me well north of the 20,000 total download mark I've been aiming for since day one!

Now that it's all over and done with, I'm left thinking: what's next? Where should I set the bar now? How high?

More importantly though, what should I get myself when I hit that new mark? 

With 20,000 I earned an expensive bottle of whiskey (recommendations on that front are welcome btw!) I still have to actually go out and buy it but hey, I earned it and that's all that really matters. Wait, what am I saying? The whiskey is all that matters...I need to hit the store!

I think 50,000 has a nice ring to it, a nice round and regal smack. Maybe when I reach that many downloads I'll purchase a ticket to Rome for the week. Hell, maybe I'll just move to Rome. I do enough reading on the subject these days.

Thoughts? 

 

Dylan 

 

Book Review: Quo Vadis by Henryk Sienkiewicz

Quo Vadis is amazing. It's epic. It's long. It's sad. It's funny. 
Basically one endless and immersive poem, it contains line after line of the most beautifully crafted descriptive sentences I've ever had the pleasure of reading. 
Moreover, the characters are complex. Now, I know that phrase gets tossed around a lot, but in this case its more than warranted.
Each one goes through such wild transformations, (some total, some subtle), that when the story is over, no one is the same as they when it started. 
I could go on and on about the plot and how it weaves fiction and history masterfully but I wont. True, the bible is treated as a reliable source of history, (which we all know it isn't) yet that hardly matters in the end. 
Bottom line, I love this book. Just read it. It's good.

2015

Hello!

Now that 2015 is underway, I thought I'd take a minute to write a little blog and check in with all of you!

I've been feverishly, insanely addicted to working on my new book The Man from Rome. I spend whole Saturdays hunched in front of my laptop, absently petting my cat and typing like a mad man. So far it's been a blast to write with all of the usual trials and tribulations I've come to enjoy about creating fiction. 

Since I'm drawing so much from Roman and Greek mythology, I sometimes feel like I'm working on the biggest piece of fan fiction in the world. Some of my characters are Gods, some are vampires, some are supernatural mercenaries, and some are just normal people but they have cool names so they make the list.

Tomorrow I hope to begin working on a scene wherein three immortals (2 of them Olympians) get into a brutal brawl in the streets of Nazi occupied Rome! Sounds cool right!? I can't wait to start imagining all the destruction, the bullets flying, the bones breaking, you know...all that good stuff! Some of you may have noticed from The Ruins of Mars Trilogy that I likes me a good action sequence! 

If you're interested in the new book, drop me a line and let me know! I'd love to start sharing more as I get closer to completion!!! 

Cheers for now!

Dylan 

 

Blog #1

Hello everyone! 

This is my first blog post on my brand spanking new website so try to contain your excitement will you? 

In these posts, I'll be rambling about travel, books I'm reading, and also movies or tv shows I'm into. Also, I may or may not talk abstractly about my new series, The Man from Rome.

That said, today is a sunday, I'm a little wined out, and it's time to pet the cat. Check in with ya'll later!!! 

Cheers!

Dylan