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The Eternals Book 2
BY NATHAN PARKS
In this thrilling, supernatural, and fast paced sequel to book one The Nephelium, it has been five years since Eve watched her life change before her eyes at the hand of Denora. The Clans are at war and there is rumored of Clan meetings without marked family members. Who is the stranger on a motorcycle and what or where is Eden? The story of the Nephelium, Alliance, Clans, and mortals continues in book two of the trilogy. Leah and the Alliance stand defiant against the wishes of the Arch Council. Hecate and the Clans face off as they fight for dominance within their own existence. The Vapor will take you on a heart pounding journey that will have you questioning what is real and what is dream, and where do the two intersect?
Character Interview, Zarius
1. What is your name? Do you have a nickname?
Well, my name is Zarius, but my wife calls me Zee. Before we go any further I want to thank you so much for allowing me this opportunity to sit down with you and talk to you about the new novel that I am in. I also thank Author Nathan Parks for taking time away from his family, friends, and Netflix to listen to those of us who have a story to tell.
2. Who is your best friend? What kind of things do you do when you’re together?
Ha! No question my best friend is my wife Tanisha! She is the love of my life! My wife is a spitfire, and keeps me grounded. We met several years ago at an archaeology site that she was working at. She is an amazing archaeologist! We have been together for most of the time since I first met her. She took my breath away, but I didn’t want to admit it.
As for what do we do together? If I say that we do everything together it seems cliche! We do though. We have some property out in the middle of the Arizona desert, and we live…well, pretty much off grid. She no longer is actively working, and so this allows us to really go with the wind. She loves to garden. I think it reminds her of her time on the digs, and still lets her get her hands dirty. I am not really a social type of guy, and so most of the stuff we do is done just the two of us. She has taught me to really embrace each moment as if it is our last, only because it very well could be.
3. How do you get along with your family?
Million dollar question right there. I have a brother who wants to kill me. So, that should tell you something. I don’t really have anyone I consider family; minus my wife. This goes back to not being a social person, but because of that I don’t really have any friends. I have existed most of my time within this universe alone. I have had some friends, but due to the mistake of trusting the wrong people ages ago I chose to remain in the shadows. Mortal man has a need for companionship. Myself, I prefer to not deal with the B.S. that surrounding yourself with backstabbers and two-faced liars.
4. Do you have a birthmark? Scars?
No, not really. I do have some scars here and there from all the fighting I have done. I guess, in one sense, you have to be born to have what is considered a birthmark. The most interesting thing I have is my chrome dice. They are more like a talisman of sorts. I have different games that I like to challenge people with that I use the dice for. That was an interesting question though. I find it interesting how people are always interested in such markings. I guess it helps with identifying with someone a little easier.
5. When you’re angry, what do you do? Where do you go? How do you deal with your anger?
Before I answer that, I have a question for you. Did Nathan ask you to ask that question? You got some tough questions! The answer to that is not just something simple. So, I use to have a huge anger problem, but Tanisha, my wife, has helped a lot with that. She has a way of soothing and calming me down. If that doesn’t work I go drink. I love beer, and some hard alcohol. So, where do I go? That would be a roadhouse bar a little bit of a drive from where we live. What was the last part of your question?
Oh, how do I deal with my anger? Meh, get drunk or just hold it in. The more I hold it in the more energy I have if I ever meet my brother.
6. If you had to make a meal right now, without going to the store, what would you find in your refrigerator to feed us?
Now, that sounds like a question that would have come from my wife! I honestly have to say that I don’t know. She does most, if not all of the cooking in the house, and I rarely know what is the refrigerator. Also, due to the fact that we try to live more of a simplistic life, and she gardens, we usually don’t have much in the actual refrigerator. I would say that our garden would have a lot of stuff; carrots, squash, and even some pumpkins.
7. What’ the one thing you’re afraid of losing?
Tanisha! I do not deserve her. I look back over the ages and all the mistakes I have done, and I then look at her…I just break. How? How was she willing to marry a man who, even after learning about who I really am and all I have done, would not grow old with her. How can you love a person with such a deep love that you are willing to live out your life knowing that they will still go on, so to speak, when age has taken you captive, and the ground calls out your name? Oh, also my dice. I don’t want to lose those.
8. What makes you laugh out loud?
The idea of a porcupine trying to wipe its rear end! How does that work? I know they don’t, but if they did! They would become a walking toilet paper roll!
9. Has anyone broken your heart? If so who were they?
Yes, and we can move on to the next question.
10. What’s the one thing you want out of life that you don’t think you can have? Why can’t you have it?
If I really answer that truthfully it would seem weird to most of your followers. I want mortality. I want to know what it is like to know that this moment right here could be your end. I want to know what it is like to want to look at the sunset one more time, because you may not be around for tomorrow’s sunset. I want to cherish each breath because it may be my last. I want to grow old with my wife. I know it sounds funny, but I want to feel my skin get old and wrinkly. I can’t. Why? Because I am not mortal.
His attention came back to Derick, who now had more beads of sweat dripping down his forehead. “So, we are going to play a game.” He picked up the chrome dice. He felt the cold metal as it touched his fingertips. It was a stark contrast to the heat within the bar. He was a simplistic individual, and yet one of contradiction; so, the balance of hot and cold teased at his senses. He loved it! He felt alive; of course, that, in itself, was yet another contradiction within his existence.
“So, here is how the game is played—very simple, actually. You pick a number 2 through 12, and then I roll the dice. If I roll your number, then I win. If I miss your number, then you win. It really is simple and set to be more in your favor. Understand?”
Derick was able to nod his head and gulp a “Yes.”
The stranger grinned from ear to ear. “Awesome! I love this game! So, now pick a number!” He wiggled in his chair like a child who could not sit still in math class. “This is going to be fun.”
“Nine,” Derrick squeaked out.
It was like slow motion as his hands closed around the dice, and he began to shake them. The man’s female companion seemed to hold her breath as he let them go to hit the table. She swore that the music and everything within the bar became silent. The metal dice hit the table top and bounced around, settled down, and then came to rest. He lifted his hand up to where only he could see the dice. “Well, it appears that chance is not on my side tonight. I rolled a ten.”
As he spoke the words, he slipped the dice back into his pocket and stood up. He threw a few dollars onto the table and looked over at Derick’s female companion.
“This is where I would say that you could do better and that you don’t deserve someone like him, . . .” pausing as he looked her up and down. “I would . . . but, then again, I am not into lying.”
Author Nathan Parks has been described as a refreshing new voice and imagination. His writing covers everything from motivational, fantasy, and general.
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