Royce Sears-Sci-Fi/Fantasy Author

It's "Little Moments Like These," as Brad Paisley - another West Virginian - says, that make all the effort and work of organizing one's thoughts and imagination into a work of fiction worth it. I just received this email from a reader who found "Prophecies of the New World" on the free promotional at www.smashwords.com. "Subject: Just Wow Hi! I finished reading the Prophecies of the new world. As I started reading it, I didn't even realize it was book 1. It was just something I picked up from Smashwords for free during lunchbreak. But wow! It was so captivating and mesmerizing! Loved to read it and craving for more! I hate it if a writer leaves the reader with a cliffhanger size of Scandinavia and have to wait ages for a sequel. This ending was just right for me , 'cos it left me hungry for more but not driving me crazy. Please tell me you're already working on the second book?" These are the moments that a writer lives...

     I just got home two days ago from an amazing week away from the mundane world. It was a week spent in the woods, away from technology, from computers and smartphones, from "normal" people, and the average goings on of everyday life. It was a week spent with beautiful, loving people who somehow exist beyond the spectrum of everyday life. Yes, each and every one of us who were there must function within the world around us, but we all live for those moments away from the harsh, cruel world that we find ourselves returning to after immersing ourselves in the glorious presence of other like-minded folks who see the Earth as a magical place.      In the safe space we have created, a realm of our own within the larger world around us, we laugh, we love, and we exist in a blissful state of peace that we wish would extend beyond the borders of our own small realm. We attempt to manifest and extend that peace beyond those borders as we work to help o...

Prophecies of the New World

NY Daily News: Dystopian fiction, and its appeal: Why do apocalyptic portrayals of existence dominate teen shelves? This article caught my attention. "What’s behind the surge of dystopian novels in the Young Adult department? In other words, why are nightmarish, futuristic alternate-realities suddenly sexy?" Lauren Sarner asks in her 2013 article linked above. In my opinion, the surge and popularity of dystopian fiction is closely related to the sense of powerlessness many younger folks have as they watch their elders make decisions that will affect their daily lives for many years to come with little to no regard for their, or anyone else's future. We have become a society intent on making the most profit--capitalizing on any given situation for the immediate gain-- with no regard to how our decisions may cause those "butterfly-effect changes" further down the road. I believe our young people see this trend as evidence of our self-destructive behavior a...

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...

Empire Books's Facebook Post: "Prophecies of the New World" is back in stock at Empire Books and News! Royce Sears is a local author and his debut dystopian novel which continues to thrive here at our bookstore. We look forward to Mr. Sears' future works and so do our customers! Check out Royce Sears' social media and keep up to date on his events at www.roycesears.com

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...