Cover Reveal: The Sun God's Heir by: Elliott Baker


Publisher: Musa Publishing

Publication Date: July 25, 2014

Buy Links: http://goo.gl/nXW7RS

Synopsis: When an ancient evil awakens, one young pacifist is all that stands between the world’s freedom and the red tide of slavery.

In 17th century France, a young pacifist kills to protect the woman he loves, unwittingly opening a door for the reincarnation of an ancient Egyptian general determined to continue a reign of terror begun three thousand years ago.

Taking up the sword will not be enough. Rene must reclaim his own ancient past to stop the red tide of slavery from engulfing the world.

Joined by a powerful sheikh, his sword wielding daughter, and a family of Maranos escaping the Spanish Inquisition, they fight their way through pirates, typhoons, and dark assassins to reach Morocco, the home of an occult sect that has waited for Rene through the eons.

Excerpt: The boatswain, a large man with scars on his arms and face, walked over to stand in front of René. “Chain him to the mast.”

Their gazes met.

“Don’t look at me, boy,” he said, backhanding René in the face. “Look down at the deck when I talk to you. You’re some over-fed nobleman’s kid thinkin’ you make the rules. I’m surprised you ain’t cryin’ for your mama. You got a mama, boy?” he asked and laughed. When René didn’t answer, he hit him again. “I asked you a question, boy. Don’t try my patience, cause I ain’t got none.”

“My mother died when I was born,” René said, watching the man’s feet to see how he moved. He was cataloging everything he could see out of the corners of his eyes.

“Well, not to worry, you’ll be seeing her soon.” The boatswain turned to walk away and then turned back and hit René again. “I had to do that,” he said, and walked away laughing.

Though they had chained him in a way that didn’t allow him to sit, René had enough slack to turn and see most of the ship. He was aboard an English slave ship. She was an older carrack in design, still with the large forecastle. She had seen better days, though. The fact that she was still on the seas suggested either a cutthroat reputation or an experienced captain. Under the wear, the ship was surprisingly clean, her ropes and sails newly repaired and in good order. Second rate though she might be, she was seaworthy. This was a veteran crew, competent in their tasks. It wouldn’t be easy getting free, and even if he could, where would he escape to in the middle of the ocean? Don’t rush fate. One thing at a time. Do what you can do, he heard the Maestro say. It was clear he would have to pick a fight, and hope he could survive long enough to begin creating allies. The next time the big boatswain walked by, René laughed.

“What are you findin’ so funny, boy?” The boatswain stuck his face within inches of René’s.

René had noticed the boatswain had one leg shorter than the other, and was certain the big man would be touchy on that point. “You walk funny, that’s all,” said René, raising his voice. It was of no use to him if he got beat up and no one knew why.

All work within the sound of René’s voice crashed to a complete stop. Silence reigned. René had guessed right. Now he could only hope he would survive his insight.

The boatswain stood in absolute disbelief, his face turning redder by the moment. “What did you say?” Spittle flew from his mouth.

Even the captain had turned to watch. René counted on the fact Gaspard’s agent had given the captain a great deal of money, along with explicit instructions that didn’t include throwing a dead boy overboard. What he didn’t know was how close to dead the agent considered acceptable.

“I said you walk funny,” René said—louder this time, so there would be no mistaking it.

“Do you know what a cat is, boy?” the boatswain said, clearly beyond rational thought. René could see the veins standing out in his neck and temples, his eyes shot red with blood.

“A small animal?” René asked.

There was a laugh from the men standing around the mast. The boatswain took one look around, and the laugh died.

“You, James, bring me the cat. I don’t think this boy has ever seen a real one. Your education has been sadly incomplete, boy. You’ll be thankin’ me for this. I promise you.” The boatswain’s voice was a rough whisper.

James walked over and handed the Cat-O-Nine-Tails to the boatswain. As he caught René’s eye, he sadly shook his head. The cat had nine long thongs of blood-encrusted leather dangling from a handle, knots tied along the length of each thong.

“This here’s a cat, boy. As you can see, it ain’t no small animal. Now, there’s a skill and a talent to usin’ a cat, both of which I’m proud to say I have. You see, you need to take care the thongs don’t get all stuck together with blood and skin, which they’re wont to do. If that happens, the cat’ll take yer organs right out, and that’s always a bad thing. So you need to run your fingers between the thongs every couple of strokes, to keep ‘em separate. I gotta tell you—as much pride as I take in usin’ the cat, sometimes I’m forgetful. I try to keep count, but before I know it, I plumb forget to clean the damn thing. I surely hope that don’t happen today.”

“I also have a skill and a talent, and I will kill you with it,” René said quietly.

For one second, the boatswain paused, confusion written across his face. “Turn him around, and chain him up. You there, strip off his shirt.”

Author Interview: Q. How did writing this book affect you?

As Steven Pressfield so eloquently explains in his book The War of Art, overcoming resistance makes you feel good.  I had written plays, but there is something uniquely intimidating about writing a novel. Once I made the decision to write, it gave me a great feeling of satisfaction watching each thousand words appear.

Q. What is the hardest part of writing for you?

The words. Actually, the hardest part for me is polishing the work until it’s ready for consumption. As a joyously ADD person, focus is sometimes problematical especially once the story, the exciting part, is on paper. After THE END on the first draft, I’m ready to begin the next story.

Q. Do you plan any subsequent books?

My intention, in all hubris, is for this book to become a trilogy. I’ve completed a first draft of the second book.

Q. What are you currently reading? 

Funnily enough, I’m re-reading The War of Art by Steven Pressfield. If you are a writer or are planning on exploring the possibility, I can’t recommend this book strongly enough.

Q. Please tell us your latest news (book-related or not!). 

My daughter is pregnant with twins. Just found out they’re a girl and a boy. Her two and a half year old son, Jacob, however, broke his femur four days ago. He’ll be in a full body cast for six weeks.  My daughter and son-in-law are coping magnificently. It puts my writing stress into perspective, a very small perspective.

Q. What would you say is your most interesting writing quirk?

A talent for creative spelling and punctuation.

Q. Please tell us a fun-fact about yourself!

In college, in order to satisfy a final PE requirement, a friend and I took a water ballet class.  My friend and I and thirty-six young women showed up at the pool. Next to my wife, it was the best decision I’ve made yet. My friend and I were told that if we didn’t show up for the final show, we’d get an F in the class. Word got out and my whole fraternity was in the stands to enjoy our performance.  The Olympic committee never called me.

Q. Is there anything you haven’t written about that you would like to in the future? 

Most of us have had the thought,” if someone would just vote me king”. The troubles that inevitably evolve from acquired power and the limits of power would be interesting to explore.  For now, however, I look forward to completing The Sun God’s Heir trilogy.

Q. If you could learn to do anything, what would it be?

Exactly what I’m doing, only better.  I’m kind of past wanting to jump out of an airplane. Almost did that once, but that’s another story.  But you’re asking for future possibilities. I’d like to speak another language.

Q. What gives you the most joy in life? 

Watching my wife and children and grandchild take joy from life. Next, art. Creating anything.

Q. Which of your characters would you want to be and why?

The Maestro, an Italian sword master who teaches the protagonist, René. Throughout the writing process, I’ve loved hearing what this character had to say. Most writers, or artists of any kind, will admit that stuff often just shows up, comes in, appears. In the writing of The Sun God’s Heir, I would look forward to the Maestro’s appearance.  Most of what he teaches René, he was teaching me at the same time. I don’t think it’s important where the writing comes from, whether it’s my subconscious, everyone’s subconscious, or the other side of the universe. I hope my readers will appreciate this character as much as I do.

Q. How do you like to spend your spare time?

Just got a call from my grandson Jacob. That’s what I’d like to do more of with my spare time. I also love spending time near the ocean. When I can combine the two, I’m way up there on the This Is Good Scale.

Q. How did you come up with the title?

The Sun God’s Heir is about the reincarnation of two disciples of the Pharaoh Akhenaton. For a period of twenty years or so, Akhenaton managed to introduce Egypt to the monotheistic worship of Aten, the sun god, a much gentler and transparent form of  religion. The Egyptians considered the Pharaoh the incarnation of god on earth. One of his disciples chose the dark path, and one the light. Once the closest of friends, now bitter enemies, they meet again in Seventeenth century France.

Q. When did you know you would be a writer? 

If you mean when I realized I could write the stories down, about twenty years ago when I began writing plays, and about seven years ago when I began work on the novel.

Q. Do you have anything specific that you want to say to your readers? 

Thank you.

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