The Ancient City Book Novels & Stories

Ancient. Impossible. A city. Towering silver spires reached into the heavens. Crystal bridges connected impossible structures. An entire civilization frozen in time. Nova felt the voice immediately. Closer than ever. Waiting. Watching. Smiling. The Second Silence. The First Memory's face became pale. "No." The word escaped her lips. Fear filled her eyes. The former King immediately noticed. "What is it?" The woman pointed toward the distant city. And whispered: "The City of Lost Possibilities." Nova's heart pounded. Because the voice spoke again. Clear. Ancient. Patient. Welcome home.

She was angry. But beneath the anger was something else. Fear. "What was he preparing me for?" Cael answered: "The truth." THE CITY OF ORIGINS The High Keeper pointed toward the mountains. "There." A massive city slowly emerged from the mist. Everyone stared. It was enormous. But unlike Valeris, there were no towering machines. Unlike Elysian, there were no artificial lights. The city looked ancient. Its buildings were made from white stone. Golden symbols covered the streets. At the center stood a massive circular structure.

A distant bell suddenly rang. Once. The endless pages overhead froze in midair. Then... every page turned toward the same direction. Something enormous was approaching. The ground trembled beneath Adrian's feet. Not with fear. With recognition. Far ahead... a city slowly emerged from the darkness. Its towers were built from giant books. Its bridges were woven from glowing sentences. Its rivers flowed with liquid silver ink. Above its gates, carved into black stone, were four ancient words. THE CITY OF FORGOTTEN AUTHORS.