Today I'd like to share another excerpt from the best selling book set AT ODDS WITH DESTINY, the collection I've been telling you about which sets a new level for all omnibuses. This one offers ten critically acclaimed, best selling authors all in one place - and the collection is only 99 cents, just 9 cents per full length book.
AT ODDS WITH DESTINY, each novel is BOOK ONE in a series. So if you fall in love with an author and his or her characters, there are many more to turn to in their stable of works!
Today we're featuring an excerpt from Brandt Legg's OUTVIEW (The Inner Movement) Book 1.
I've read several of Brandt's book in his Cosega series, and loved the action, suspense, and characters. See what you think and leave your comments below!
Aaron Paul Lazar
There is a secret so powerful that, once known, the world will never be the same. For centuries they have died to protect it. Nate found it. They know he did. Across time and dimension they are after him . . .
Four years ago, his father died. Two years ago, Nate's mother locked his brother in a mental institution. One year ago, horrific visions began to torture him. Now, a clandestine group, wielding overwhelming power, wants him silenced. Nate is only sixteen.
Nothing is what it appears and the tragedies of his life are all connected to the secret, a secret so unimaginable that it will decide whether our modern society becomes a utopian or dystopian world.
Nate embarks on a breathless quest to save his brother and unravel the mystery of their father's death. His desperate flight takes a stunning turn when, along with three school friends, he encounters mystics who teach forgotten skills and lost wisdom and reveal an extraordinary destiny.
A fantasy thriller, set in present day Oregon and California, will appeal to more than young adult fans. Outview, the first book of the Inner Movement trilogy, combines mystics, metaphysical magic, psychics and reincarnation to push this new age conspiracy beyond the realm of the Celestine Prophecy and the Alchemist.
I kept running. Nine of us had sworn our lives to protect the precious artifact sewn inside my belt. Six were already dead, maybe more. Struggling for breath, I pushed through the tangled jungle toward the majestic pyramid. That’s when I heard the horses. Scanning wildly, I knew my life meant nothing unless the treasure was protected. A conquistador’s maniacal cry ripped the air. The glint of a sword flashed; my chest sliced open. I crawled a few feet toward a deep, sacred pool. Soldiers laughed as one pushed my gutted body with his heavy blade. He teased me to the edge of the limestone cliff, then shoved its point through. Smiling, I fell ninety feet before plunging into the water.
A car horn startled me. The taste of blood still filled my mouth, my body screamed in pain. I was losing my mind. What the hell was going on? “My name is Nathan Ryder. I’m sixteen. I’m in eleventh grade. This is Ashland, Oregon. It’s Friday, September 12th . . . ” I repeated the mantra until the tragic scene in that ancient Mayan pool receded and I was fully back in the present. I had lived through at least a hundred deaths since the “Outviews” began a year ago.
I strained to get up off my bedroom floor, a burning ache in my chest. I was surprised to be already dressed for school. Outviews weren’t mere dreams, as their torment and physical impact could last for days. The car horn blared again. Kyle, my best friend, was waiting in the driveway. I dashed out of the house.
“Man, you look like hell. What happened?” He greeted me with a concerned look as I climbed into his old Subaru Outback. Kyle was almost two years older than me, but we’d been in the same grade since he’d arrived from Vietnam. Back then, his English was pretty bad. When the other kids were either ignoring or making fun of him, I asked if I could take a picture of the incredibly elaborate ancient city he was sketching. The drawing was so realistic you’d swear it was a photograph. He wanted me to wait until it was finished, which took another couple of days. We’d been friends ever since.
“Rough night.” I riffled through the CDs he kept in a shoebox. “Thich Nhat Hanh, Einstein’s Theories, Stephen Hawking . . . come on Kyle, don’t you have any music in here?”
“Too much to learn, no time for music, except maybe Mozart.”
“Kyle’s the only teenager I know without any music on his iPod,” his cousin, Linh, my other best friend, said from the backseat. “Why was it another rough night?”
I turned around and looked at her. She was a grade behind us and didn’t look as Asian as Kyle because her father was Irish, but there was an exotic beauty that disarmed me. Her name meant “gentle spirit” in Vietnamese, which was fitting. Her presence made me feel grounded, and during these tumultuous times, being with her was addicting.
“Just couldn’t sleep.” Normally, I told them everything, but the Outviews were too hard to explain, especially after what had happened to my brother, Dustin.
About the author:
Brandt Legg is a former child prodigy who turned an interest in stamp collecting into a multi-million dollar empire. At eight, Legg's father died suddenly, plunging his family into poverty. Two years later, while suffering from crippling migraines, he started in business. National media dubbed him the "Teen Tycoon," but by the time he reached his twenties, the high-flying Legg became ensnarled in the financial whirlwind of the junk bond eighties, lost his entire fortune... and ended up serving time in federal prison for financial improprieties. Legg emerged, chastened and wiser, one year later and began anew in retail and real estate. From there his life adventures have led him through magazine publishing, a newspaper column, photography, FM radio, CD production and concert promotion.
For more information, please see BrandtLegg.com
For more information, please see BrandtLegg.com