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The Overseers: Book 1 - The Collector
After watching millions die, those human emotions are starting to take effect. Instead of collecting his next spirit from the car accident that is about to kill her, Kale saves her life. His punishment for ruining fate... is mortality.
Samantha hasn't been able to stop thinking about her beautiful hero. So when she stumbles across him, lying in a hospital bed with a small case of amnesia, she is more than happy to offer him her help. It's the least she can do to re-pay the man who saved her life.
Though Samantha soon learns that Kale isn't the guardian angel she thought he was, not to mention how far he has fallen to earn a place in her heart.
The Makers. One woman. Three individuals. Each represented the three phases of a mortal’s existence upon earth. Adelpha, birth. Iva, life and Thana, death. Over the centuries, they had become known as many things, the Moerae. The Parcae. The Norms. The Matrones. The Fates. They were the first created after Earth and its mortals, and they were designed for one reason and one reason only. To create purpose within the World. To design and control the Creator’s divine plan for all eternity. He waited patiently, not daring to lift his head. Seconds stretched into minutes, yet they did not speak to him. Kale took a deep breath and raised his head carefully in hope of not meeting any of their eyes, but his gaze fell upon a giant hole within their tapestry.
Fates’ tapestry. It was an exquisite and vibrant design that covered the walls of the chamber in layers. Each individual thread was a lifeline, spun delicately from the hair and blood of the Fates themselves. Each length was chosen to match that of a mortal’s time on earth. Each individual thread was cut and woven into the ongoing design, linking people’s fates and circumstances. It was a design that only the Makers understood.
And something told him the reason he was brought here was because of that very hole.
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So today I thought I would follow on from my blog post over at Sarah Ballance's blog. But instead of discussing beliefs a little more, I thought I would talk a bit about fate within the world of The Overseers.
Now, over at Sarah's I was discussing how I view fate as a road map. That no matter what we decide in life, everything is already planned out for us. Like a driver on a journey, we are just choosing which route to take.
So, what would happened if a bomb was suddenly dropped a mile or so ahead of you, taking all the roads with it and leaving you with a pit?
The only difference between my view on fate, and my characters view on fate, is that I am viewing it as an individual. We each have a road map, that may run alongside and join with others road maps. But, The Makers have to view fate for billions upon billions of people, all of who are there and then gone again. They have a future for the entire world to map out as the present slowly fades in to the past, and quickly becomes our history. So, Fate's design is an ongoing tapestry. Why a tapestry? Because it is colourful. Detailed. Vibrant. And so complex, no one would understand it.
As you may already know from the blurb - and could probably guess from the above little excerpt - Kale has gone and ripped a hole in Fates design. *Cue the fatal "dun, dun duuuuuuun!"* Perhaps it seems a little harsh to punish a man for ripping a hole in a piece of material - an extremely important piece of material - but let us look at the effect ripping a hole in material has...
Naturally it is easy to fix - even though people do sport holes in jeans. It is meant to be more cool, right? - you can just sow up the hole. But you will never get that original pattern back. Ever. You are just taking a different piece of thread and pulling, or rather, forcing everything back together, and all in a weak attempt to seal that hole and fix the problem. But those original fibres are still severed. That break in the pattern is lost forever.
This is what Kale has done. He has unintentionally ripped a hole in the vast vibrant material, severing all the threads in half and disturbing the well planned flow of things.
He has cut peoples life lines. Disturbed the natural flow of their lives. He has basically caused havoc, and cut fate out of the picture for one moment, and because of this, people are dropping dead way before their time. There are crazy accidents happening. A sudden influx in premature births, and so on.
Just one moment you ask?
(Well, despite the fair size of the hole, you have to remember that The Makers have been around since the world was created, so they are rather good and quick at the job. Plus you have to remember that the other plain is timeless.)
But none of that stops the fact that they are now having to take spare pieces of threads, and link them to old threads - extensions on pre-planned lifelines - and link them in. One big disruption of flow, and unfortunately they can't just pull that hole close and seal it. Oh no. They have to create a new pattern. A new flow for that point of time.
So, that road map of yours that had a canyon in the middle of it due to that silly bomb, has now got bridges running over it. The roads continuing from it have obviously been tampered with because that hole disrupted your routes, but... Fate prevails never the less.
The Collector is the bomb in this story Arc. Kale has disrupted the flow of fate. In The Collector we get to see Kale dropping zed hypothetical bomb, and then watch his punishment, help him figure out the reasons behind him doing such a thing. We get to see how he feels about what he has done. We get to join him on his new route, on his road map.
Next - and I am determined there will be a next - we will get to see the effects of his spontaneous decision, and how they have effect the celestial order, and other peoples lives.
Now for the good part. If you have read through all my craziness, and now find yourself reading this very sentence you might be happy to know that I am giving away a copy of The Collector to a lucky commenter.
So, leave a comment. Anything you like, just make sure you leave your email address. And on Monday 31st - Yes, Halloween - at 6pm eastern time, I will use Random.org to help me pick a winner!