Innocence is subjective, and power always has its price--so his elders told him. Silas Blane is destined for greatness. Born into an elite family with many skeletons in the closet, he learns to harness his inherent shamanic powers and finds purpose in the Old Ways of his ancestors. As he turns fifteen, Silas walks a treacherous edge between love and expectation and discovers the fragility of desire. Nothing is what it seems in a universe where power is fleeting, and enemies close their grasp around the last hope of the free worlds. Vintage science fiction, retro-futurism, and space opera blend in this decopunk drama. Here we have chromed fusion rockets, spooky secret societies, shamanic bone oracles, robots for every occasion, and a perilous, affluent world which hails to "Downton Abbey" and "Dynasty". The 'unofficial' trailer for the series: https://youtu.be/jces9f8i6zA *** Episode 1: "Arrivals and Rivals" received an Honorable Mention in SciKick's Starter Competition 3/2/16! "You've got a way with words and an ability to describe a scene that makes us feel like we were there. Good luck with your work." BookShelfBattle "Honestly, this is one of the best, most riveting and complex stories I've come across in some time..." RebelDynasty "Great chapter! Dialogue is completely natural. Great reveal. I love that you deliver such strong imagery and tone without anything flowery. Love this so far!" OtherEvilTwin Contains violence, occult themes, sexuality, and dark situations.

One day long ago and since forgotten, the sun turned red, and brought with it a madness that swept across the world, turning all who met its light to little more than savage beasts. Now the few that survive with their sanity intact live largely in seclusion, in boarded-up ruins or moldy sewers. Communities of survivors are ruled over by those few who venture outside for resources, with masks and shaded lenses to guard against the sunlight. But the Red Sun's madness is ever-pervasive, and even those who think themselves safe will soon learn that they can only fall more slowly into its grasp.