SynopsisA young man, named Bayard, is giving the opportunity of a lifetime: a chance to win a wish that is capable of doing anything. This grand prize is not easily achieved, though. In order to obtain this fantastic prize one must place himself into a one of most dangerous games ever created: Ethova. This game is famous for it's iconic master, a mysterious masked man known only as "The Keeper" and its notoriously low completion rate.
This novel will follow the challenges that Bayard will face on his way to reach the end of Ethova. He will make friends and enemies alike on his journey to "The Keeper's" chamber deep in the heart of Ethova. Will he reach the end, or will he become one of many to never emerge from Ethova?
ExcerptBayard led the bickering group deeper into the vast abyss of the desert. Each footfall Bayard made left a scorching sensation on the soles of his feet, even through his boots. As he walked he noticed a slight change in the sand beneath his feet as a cooling feeling ran through his body like he had just found a small pool to soak his feet in. As he stood there he noticed the feeling spreading slowly because he now felt it in his calves. Bayard looked to his feet to see his boots had sunken into the darker sand. Bayard began to pull at his feet, thinking that the sand had just been softer here, but he felt a pulling feeling on his feet as he tried to release them from the confines of this sand. Bayard turned to see his group had finally caught up. Daithi’s pale face had gone even whiter as he stared at Bayard’s sinking feet. “Didn’t I tell you not to go charging off? This is bad we have to find a way to get you out of that quicksand as soon as possible.”
“Quicksand?! That’s why my feet are sinking?!” Bayard yelled in alarm.
“Well, it sure isn’t because you’re shrinking.” Daithi fired back sarcastically with a nasty glare.
“Any bright ideas on how to get him out before he’s breathing sand?” Adriana asked Daithi with a pointed look.
“Now is not the time to be fighting guys…” Arella interjected timidly.
“Stay out of it!” Adriana and Daithi yelled in unison.
“Ok, if someone doesn’t do something productive soon. I’m jumping in there after him.” Ridpath yelled over Adriana and Daithi’s argument, Arella’s fearful mumbling, and Ailia trying to calm down a screaming struggling Bayard, who was now sunk up to his waist in quicksand. Everybody stopped short and stared at Ridpath like he had lost his mind. “Finally! I got your attention. Now, I know we are all a little crabby right now. Starvation and thirst tend to do that to people, but we can argue and resume killing each other after we get Bayard out of that… fastsand …speedysand …or whatever it is!”
“He has a point… That’s a first…” Daithi mumbled under his breath.