Royce Sears-Sci-Fi/Fantasy Author

Thanks to my very good friend, Linda Greer, for helping me with some really good photos yesterday. We met at the Unitarian Fellowship in Huntington, WV and then proceeded to Huntington's Ritter Park. Thanks to her efforts, I was able to get my Media Kit put together. Below are just a few examples of her hard work to make me look even somewhat professional. :)

Dr. Paul Levinson , acclaimed science fiction author and professor of communications and media studies at Fordham University in New York City, had some high praise for "Prophecies of the New World." This is especially encouraging for me as a new author because Paul is not only a fellow science fiction author, but he also served as President of the Science Fiction & Fantasy Writers of America from 1998 to 2001. In reviews posted on Amazon, Goodreads, and shared on his personal Twitter account, Paul had this to say about the novel: "Rich, compelling, intellectual treat of a novel, told in detail so vivid that you can hear the rustle and feel the breeze on your face. The science in this science fiction tale is anthropology, writ large from Native Americans to aliens, from canines to CNN. The frontispieces of each chapter are themselves worth the price of admission, deftly harvested from poets and philosophers in all eras of humanity. Highly recommended!" Avail...

Prophecies of the New World

Prophecies of the New World By Royce Sears Book One  of The Elegance of Nature Series Chapter 3 Faith “Footfalls echo in the memory Down the passage which we did not take Towards the door we never opened” -           T.S. Eliot Jadyn ’ s thoughts began to drift as he waited. Thoughts of his Family, of the happiness his success would bring, of the shared food, and of the approval that he might win from Tayana. It was getting harder and harder to concentrate on the important things as thoughts of both Tayana and Merina occupied his mind more. He fought to keep his mind on the hunt but it drifted into thoughts of Tayana as he waited, recalling the way her hips swayed as she walked. She was a few years older than him and had more experience — of that he was sure. She enticed him with her long black hair, fluttering eyelashes, and curvy body that she accentuated with clothing selected to enhance her cur...

Prophecies of the New World By Royce Sears Book One  of The Elegance of Nature Series Chapter 2 Visions “Sing your Death Song and die like a hero going home.” — Chief Aupumut (1725) The darkness was complete. “ Where am I, ” Otaktay wondered aloud. He surveyed his surroundings, but there was only darkness. He was lying on his back, and his body ached. He shifted, something soft beneath him, straw maybe, or grass, he couldn ’ t be sure. The sweet, rich smell of freshly excavated earth was thick on the dank, cool air of the strange place. He became aware of a rhythmic beat, a rhythm he felt rumbling within the earth as much as the air. Initially, he thought it was the rhythm of his own heartbeat, until the singing, and a long, low chant, rising in pitch and volume, reached his ears. “ Am I dead? Is this the Spirit World? ” he asked. He was naked, not that it mattered, but his clothing would have been a small comfort in such strange surroundings. T...

Prophecies of the New World By Royce Sears Book One of The Elegance of Nature Series Chapter 1 Survival “In the Game of Life, less diversity means fewer options for change. Wild or domesticated, panda or pea, adaptation is the requirement for survival.”  —Cary Fowler Hunched low on their mounts, the riders clung to their Companions as they loped swiftly and silently over the sea of gently swaying prairie grass in the pre-dawn glow of a late summer morning. The band of brothers, a ranging patrol of the Village ’ s Warriors riding bareback astride their Companions, tracked their quarry ’ s movements as it crept closer toward their home. Long grass and sedges tickled the bottoms of their hand-sewn leather shoes as the dogs of the new world loped in great, leaping strides beneath them. They slowed only long enough to smell the earth as it rushed beneath them, nostrils flaring wide as they scented their quarry. The dogs, each standing taller than mos...