The Knives Of Calnis (The Calnis Chronicles Of The Tarimain: Volume I - Emergence Book 6)

By J R C Salter

Life is Hard. Eternal Life is Impossible

St. Austell - England, 1935

After the death of Clara, Atharron is on a vengeful rampage. His friends are worried about him, but news comes that brings back thousand year old memories and threatens to tip him over the edge.

This book adheres to the Sane Self-Publishing Ebook Pricing Model. It contains 8900 words, and is approximately 35 pages long.

The Tarimain, the immortal soldiers of God, tasked with fighting on the front lines of the eternal war, uncover a dark demonic plot to raise an army. Atharron, a four thousand year old former ruler of Calnis; Sarah, apathetic, but determined to do her duty; and Luke, a young Tarimai discovering the wonders and burdens of immortality. Together, they make their way through the first half of the twentieth century on the trail of a Great President of Hell and the mysterious Man with the Eyes.

If what he had been told was true, he should destroy them. But if what he had been told was true, he wouldn’t be able to. Nobody should get their hands on those items. Nobody should have that much power ... He turned back to the window and looked over his kingdom again. If he didn’t make the right decision, Calnis could fall.

JRCSalter was born in the mid eighties in the Westcountry of England. And ever since he has had a passion for creating things, from building LEGO, to writing stories, to making stories with LEGO. In addition, his creative pursuits led him to practicing as a chef for many years before a developing allergy forced him to quit.

Nowadays, he does what he can to survive, and dreams of one day becoming a mega rich and famous author because winning the lottery is too easy.

Interested in far too many subjects, his main hobbies include bookbinding, programming, reading, and photography.

• Language: English
• Publisher: J R C Salter
• Release date: Apr 21, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301827077

J R C Salter

J R C Salter was born in the English Westcountry in the mid-Eighties, the first child of Karen and David, and he has two brothers and one sister. He trained and practiced as a chef for many years, and now he works as a barista while publishing books on the side, with the aim of becoming a full time author. He still likes to cook, and enjoys baking cookies, as well as reading, coding, and making giant Star Wars models from Lego. He currently lives in the small town of Cullompton in Devon, and his main inspirations are Tolkien, and the works of Joss Whedon.

Book preview

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THE KNIVES OF CALNIS

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‘A crown

Golden in show, is but a wreath of thorns.

Brings dangers, troubles, cares, and sleepless nights

To him who wears the regal diadem.’

―John Milton, Paradise Regained

Prologue

Escape

The alarm screamed through the corridor. The sound bounced off walls and around corners; a deafening ring alerting the guards. Footsteps slapped on the concrete floor, slowing down and then gaining momentum as they rushed around the corner. The maker of the footsteps ran beneath the clanging red bell, skidding at the end of the corridor. He prepared himself to continue running when he saw shadows around the next corner. In an instant decision, he threw himself at a door and fell into the room. He looked around quickly and hid behind a desk, just as two armed guards entered. The man peeked through a gap between the desk and the one next to it. The two guards took a quick look around the room and then began speaking to each other in German.

‘So how much did they tell you about this thing?’ the taller of the guards said.

‘Just as much as they told you. Wolf,’ the other man said, laughing to himself. ‘They’re not going to say much else, are they?’

‘Do you know what this key stuff is all about?’

‘Opening to another world I heard. Place called Calnis. You ever heard of it?’

‘No. I don’t take too much notice of what they tell us. I just follow their orders.’ The guards began to walk out the room, and their voices faded into the ringing of the bell.

The man let out the breath he had been holding in. He looked around and saw the room to be some sort of office. The desk he hid behind was only one of six; papers and stationery piled neatly on the tables, and two long strip lights lit the room. He stood up and looked through the window to the outside.

Calnis. He knew of that place. It was Atharron’s homeland, and where Sarah was born. It wasn’t another world, it was a fallen country; how anyone could think to get there was beyond him. They would have to travel back in time. It didn’t matter, he would have to relay the information to Luke and the others. They would know what to do.

But first, he had to get out of this complex. His vantage point from the window wasn’t perfect. He was a couple of stories from the floor, but rain obscured the rest of his vision. No lights, bar a few at the gate, seemed to be in operation. He could make it. The fall wouldn’t even scratch him. He could run to the wall and clear it in one leap. He’d use the power they’d given him to his advantage. He looked to the sky. The moon shone down through a gap in the overcast sky, half a disk of bright silver. Then it was gone, projecting a faint glow through the clouds. He imagined the moon as full, shining down its burning light. He forced the wolf to surface and felt it rise up. His hair grew long and thick across his body, his eyes glowed yellow, and his teeth protruded from his gums in sharp fangs. He grew, ripping his clothes to tatters. They hung from the wolf’s body as it jumped through the window, shattering glass, and it felt the sudden cold hit it. Without the moon to warm the wolf the change in temperature shocked it and the wolf hit the floor in a heap.