RedKnight
10th October 2005, 06:10 PM
I do. If you can read his three books that some people call the circle. The books are as Black, Red and White. And he has more to much more.
Christian Fiction but he also teaches you after reading black I think I can say I better get the way God loves the world's poeple.
Go to TedDekkker.com to learn more about his books
This Sample did not make it to the book Black but it does let you see what kind of writer he is. Just call these the missing chapters.
Missing Chapter 1: Dust Storm
When I first conceived of Black I intended to use a dust storm instead of a virus to threaten Earth. I also saw the dust cloud as an instrument of judgment rather than hatched by an evil villain. How things change.
Here is a scene I wrote which shows Elyon releasing the cloud.
IT ALL BEGAN midday, at the peak of the August heat, on a planet in the deepest folds of outer space. There, on the shore of an emerald lake lined in each direction as far as the eye could see by a gathering of tigers and lions and elephants and horses and every conceivable kind of creature, stood a small boy.
The inhabitants of another solar system very far away might have looked at such a boy and thought some unfortunate parents had lost their ten year old. He stood with arms hung loosely at his sides, his frail, pale frame covered only by a tan loin cloth, his unkempt blond hair scattered over drooping green eyes, his pink lips quivering. The boy stared past the throng of beasts as if their gathering might occur every day and fixed his gaze on the sea. He looked as though he might begin to cry at any moment.
The line of beasts separated for the boy's passage as he stepped from a rainbow colored forest with glowing trees and walked tentatively towards the water's edge. Other than the quickly silenced bay by a young colt far down the shore, the only sound was the gentle lapping of the lake's green water. All eyes fixed on the boy. No ear twitched. No tail wagged. No head moved.
He stopped five feet from the water's edge and stood on trembling legs, his entire body swaying slightly. And then he sighed, closed his eyes and let his head slump to his chest.
As the child's head lowered, the air filled with the muted thunder of a hundred thousand creatures suddenly dropping to their knees and lowering their heads to the sand.
The child inhaled deeply, and barely opened his mouth. Tears began edging their way down his cheek. At first, the sound uttered by the boy was barely distinguishable; a low throaty moan that fell to his feet as though afraid it might be heard. But then it gathered itself into a note and rolled out across the water, followed by a second note, and then a third. And then language joined the notes and carried them. Nondescript words that carried far too much meaning in each syllable for even a thousand languages to describe adequately.
From its very first note, the song struck that chord hidden deep within all sentient beings which when stirred, swells heavy in the chest. Like a requiem mass the song spilled out across the lake, ascending and descending torturous scales, washing a million creatures in wave after wave of grief that seemed to have no bottom. Low moans and wails of every tone filled the air.
As though caught in a tidal wave that swept down the beach in either direction, the creatures fell prone to the sand. Majestic lions covered their faces with broad padded paws. Elephants lay on their bloated bellies and threw their trunks high into the air, bellowing out in protest. Stallions shoved their muzzles into the soft sand, snorting past streaming tears that began to wet the earth. In a great chorus of sorrow the beasts wept.
But above it all the boy's song droned on.
With his chin now lifted and tears running down his face in streams, the boy crumpled to his knees. His bony shoulders shook uncontrollably for a moment, choking off his song. But the boy gathered himself and resumed his song with renewed determination. Several times he raised his fragile arms to the sky and curled his fingers into fists. But in the end the boy seemed to melt into a lump, resting on his haunches, his arms hanging motionless at his sides as he wailed. How long the song lasted no one could possibly know, for the intensity of such sadness seemed to force time to stand still.
When the last note rolled off his tongue, the boy's lids fluttered open and he gazed about numbly, as if trying to remember exactly how he had ended up in such a position. The weeping around the lake dwindled to sniffles and snorts and sighs as the creatures collected themselves.
Slowly pushing himself to his feet, the boy steadied his frail body once again. For the first time he turned his head and looked at the creatures along the shore to his right, and for the first time those nearest him saw the deep sorrow that had drained his green eyes. The creatures closest to the boy scrambled to their feet and stepped back, startled, some stumbling over the still prone bodies of others behind them. The boy turned his head to his left, provoking the same reaction, and then returned his gaze to those on his right. The creatures turned their heads from him, glancing back at his blank stare with shifting eyes, as though unsure whether they wanted to watch what the boy might do next.
Only a few saw the first changes in the boy. The distant lost, green gaze suddenly narrowed and darkened. A commotion rippled through those surrounding him. The left corner of the boy's upper lip lifted into a snarl, revealing for the first time his white teeth. The child's nostrils flared, shattering any lingering image of naivety.
A horse standing nearby reared and struck at the air with its hoofs, whinnying sharply. A tiger cowered to the sand and shrunk back, whimpering. Changes now tore through the boy's body — each sinew, each muscle, each bone seeming to harden, as though they were retreating to well-rehearsed positions.
Where a tender boy had wept openly only moments before, a fierce child now began to growl; his fingers clawed, his muscles stretched to the snapping point, his lips peeled back in a twisted snarl as he pried his flashing eyes to the horizon.
From the starry night sky above the sea, a small globe now floated into view; a blue and brown planet the size of a marble, drifting lazily. Every head lifted and turned to watch the planet float across the horizon. The assembly froze. Not a single eye blinked.
In a sudden motion that made the creatures closest to him flinch, the boy scooped up a handful of sand and hurled it in the planet's direction with a blood curdling scream. Like a ball shot from a cannon, the swirling dust cloud streaked towards the horizon and disappeared into the night sky towards the planet hanging in space.
Towards Earth.
The boy threw his head back, opened his small mouth beyond its natural limits and moaned; a long full-throated moan that shook the earth, and once again the creatures along the shore dropped prone. With that, the boy turned on his heels and strode into the colored forest which bordered the green sea.
Christian Fiction but he also teaches you after reading black I think I can say I better get the way God loves the world's poeple.
Go to TedDekkker.com to learn more about his books
This Sample did not make it to the book Black but it does let you see what kind of writer he is. Just call these the missing chapters.
Missing Chapter 1: Dust Storm
When I first conceived of Black I intended to use a dust storm instead of a virus to threaten Earth. I also saw the dust cloud as an instrument of judgment rather than hatched by an evil villain. How things change.
Here is a scene I wrote which shows Elyon releasing the cloud.
IT ALL BEGAN midday, at the peak of the August heat, on a planet in the deepest folds of outer space. There, on the shore of an emerald lake lined in each direction as far as the eye could see by a gathering of tigers and lions and elephants and horses and every conceivable kind of creature, stood a small boy.
The inhabitants of another solar system very far away might have looked at such a boy and thought some unfortunate parents had lost their ten year old. He stood with arms hung loosely at his sides, his frail, pale frame covered only by a tan loin cloth, his unkempt blond hair scattered over drooping green eyes, his pink lips quivering. The boy stared past the throng of beasts as if their gathering might occur every day and fixed his gaze on the sea. He looked as though he might begin to cry at any moment.
The line of beasts separated for the boy's passage as he stepped from a rainbow colored forest with glowing trees and walked tentatively towards the water's edge. Other than the quickly silenced bay by a young colt far down the shore, the only sound was the gentle lapping of the lake's green water. All eyes fixed on the boy. No ear twitched. No tail wagged. No head moved.
He stopped five feet from the water's edge and stood on trembling legs, his entire body swaying slightly. And then he sighed, closed his eyes and let his head slump to his chest.
As the child's head lowered, the air filled with the muted thunder of a hundred thousand creatures suddenly dropping to their knees and lowering their heads to the sand.
The child inhaled deeply, and barely opened his mouth. Tears began edging their way down his cheek. At first, the sound uttered by the boy was barely distinguishable; a low throaty moan that fell to his feet as though afraid it might be heard. But then it gathered itself into a note and rolled out across the water, followed by a second note, and then a third. And then language joined the notes and carried them. Nondescript words that carried far too much meaning in each syllable for even a thousand languages to describe adequately.
From its very first note, the song struck that chord hidden deep within all sentient beings which when stirred, swells heavy in the chest. Like a requiem mass the song spilled out across the lake, ascending and descending torturous scales, washing a million creatures in wave after wave of grief that seemed to have no bottom. Low moans and wails of every tone filled the air.
As though caught in a tidal wave that swept down the beach in either direction, the creatures fell prone to the sand. Majestic lions covered their faces with broad padded paws. Elephants lay on their bloated bellies and threw their trunks high into the air, bellowing out in protest. Stallions shoved their muzzles into the soft sand, snorting past streaming tears that began to wet the earth. In a great chorus of sorrow the beasts wept.
But above it all the boy's song droned on.
With his chin now lifted and tears running down his face in streams, the boy crumpled to his knees. His bony shoulders shook uncontrollably for a moment, choking off his song. But the boy gathered himself and resumed his song with renewed determination. Several times he raised his fragile arms to the sky and curled his fingers into fists. But in the end the boy seemed to melt into a lump, resting on his haunches, his arms hanging motionless at his sides as he wailed. How long the song lasted no one could possibly know, for the intensity of such sadness seemed to force time to stand still.
When the last note rolled off his tongue, the boy's lids fluttered open and he gazed about numbly, as if trying to remember exactly how he had ended up in such a position. The weeping around the lake dwindled to sniffles and snorts and sighs as the creatures collected themselves.
Slowly pushing himself to his feet, the boy steadied his frail body once again. For the first time he turned his head and looked at the creatures along the shore to his right, and for the first time those nearest him saw the deep sorrow that had drained his green eyes. The creatures closest to the boy scrambled to their feet and stepped back, startled, some stumbling over the still prone bodies of others behind them. The boy turned his head to his left, provoking the same reaction, and then returned his gaze to those on his right. The creatures turned their heads from him, glancing back at his blank stare with shifting eyes, as though unsure whether they wanted to watch what the boy might do next.
Only a few saw the first changes in the boy. The distant lost, green gaze suddenly narrowed and darkened. A commotion rippled through those surrounding him. The left corner of the boy's upper lip lifted into a snarl, revealing for the first time his white teeth. The child's nostrils flared, shattering any lingering image of naivety.
A horse standing nearby reared and struck at the air with its hoofs, whinnying sharply. A tiger cowered to the sand and shrunk back, whimpering. Changes now tore through the boy's body — each sinew, each muscle, each bone seeming to harden, as though they were retreating to well-rehearsed positions.
Where a tender boy had wept openly only moments before, a fierce child now began to growl; his fingers clawed, his muscles stretched to the snapping point, his lips peeled back in a twisted snarl as he pried his flashing eyes to the horizon.
From the starry night sky above the sea, a small globe now floated into view; a blue and brown planet the size of a marble, drifting lazily. Every head lifted and turned to watch the planet float across the horizon. The assembly froze. Not a single eye blinked.
In a sudden motion that made the creatures closest to him flinch, the boy scooped up a handful of sand and hurled it in the planet's direction with a blood curdling scream. Like a ball shot from a cannon, the swirling dust cloud streaked towards the horizon and disappeared into the night sky towards the planet hanging in space.
Towards Earth.
The boy threw his head back, opened his small mouth beyond its natural limits and moaned; a long full-throated moan that shook the earth, and once again the creatures along the shore dropped prone. With that, the boy turned on his heels and strode into the colored forest which bordered the green sea.