Friday, November 14, 2014

Book Spotlight: The Sun God's Heir by: Elliot Baker



When an ancient evil awakens, one young pacifist is all that stands between the world’s freedom and the red tide of slavery.
In 17th century France, a young pacifist kills to protect the woman he loves, unwittingly opening a door for the reincarnation of an ancient Egyptian general determined to continue a reign of terror begun three thousand years ago.
Taking up the sword will not be enough. Rene must reclaim his own ancient past to stop the red tide of slavery from engulfing the world.
Joined by a powerful sheikh, his sword wielding daughter, and a family of Maranos escaping the Spanish Inquisition, they fight their way through pirates, typhoons, and dark assassins to reach Morocco, the home of an occult sect that has waited for Rene through the eons.
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Excerpt:

The boatswain, a large man with scars on his arms and face, walked over to stand in front of René. “Chain him to the mast.”
Their gazes met.
“Don’t look at me, boy,” he said, backhanding René in the face. “Look down at the deck when I talk to you. You’re some over-fed nobleman’s kid thinkin’ you make the rules. I’m surprised you ain’t cryin’ for your mama. You got a mama, boy?” he asked and laughed. When René didn’t answer, he hit him again. “I asked you a question, boy. Don’t try my patience, cause I ain’t got none.”
“My mother died when I was born,” René said, watching the man’s feet to see how he moved. He was cataloging everything he could see out of the corners of his eyes.
“Well, not to worry, you’ll be seeing her soon.” The boatswain turned to walk away and then turned back and hit René again. “I had to do that,” he said, and walked away laughing.
Though they had chained him in a way that didn’t allow him to sit, René had enough slack to turn and see most of the ship. He was aboard an English slave ship. She was an older carrack in design, still with the large forecastle. She had seen better days, though. The fact that she was still on the seas suggested either a cutthroat reputation or an experienced captain. Under the wear, the ship was surprisingly clean, her ropes and sails newly repaired and in good order. Second rate though she might be, she was seaworthy. This was a veteran crew, competent in their tasks. It wouldn’t be easy getting free, and even if he could, where would he escape to in the middle of the ocean? Don’t rush fate. One thing at a time. Do what you can do, he heard the Maestro say. It was clear he would have to pick a fight, and hope he could survive long enough to begin creating allies. The next time the big boatswain walked by, René laughed.
“What are you findin’ so funny, boy?” The boatswain stuck his face within inches of René’s.
René had noticed the boatswain had one leg shorter than the other, and was certain the big man would be touchy on that point. “You walk funny, that’s all,” said René, raising his voice. It was of no use to him if he got beat up and no one knew why.
All work within the sound of René’s voice crashed to a complete stop. Silence reigned. René had guessed right. Now he could only hope he would survive his insight.
The boatswain stood in absolute disbelief, his face turning redder by the moment. “What did you say?” Spittle flew from his mouth.
Even the captain had turned to watch. René counted on the fact Gaspard’s agent had given the captain a great deal of money, along with explicit instructions that didn’t include throwing a dead boy overboard. What he didn’t know was how close to dead the agent considered acceptable.
“I said you walk funny,” René said—louder this time, so there would be no mistaking it.
“Do you know what a cat is, boy?” the boatswain said, clearly beyond rational thought. René could see the veins standing out in his neck and temples, his eyes shot red with blood.
“A small animal?” René asked.
There was a laugh from the men standing around the mast. The boatswain took one look around, and the laugh died.
“You, James, bring me the cat. I don’t think this boy has ever seen a real one. Your education has been sadly incomplete, boy. You’ll be thankin’ me for this. I promise you.” The boatswain’s voice was a rough whisper.
James walked over and handed the Cat-O-Nine-Tails to the boatswain. As he caught René’s eye, he sadly shook his head. The cat had nine long thongs of blood-encrusted leather dangling from a handle, knots tied along the length of each thong.
“This here’s a cat, boy. As you can see, it ain’t no small animal. Now, there’s a skill and a talent to usin’ a cat, both of which I’m proud to say I have. You see, you need to take care the thongs don’t get all stuck together with blood and skin, which they’re wont to do. If that happens, the cat’ll take yer organs right out, and that’s always a bad thing. So you need to run your fingers between the thongs every couple of strokes, to keep ‘em separate. I gotta tell you—as much pride as I take in usin’ the cat, sometimes I’m forgetful. I try to keep count, but before I know it, I plumb forget to clean the damn thing. I surely hope that don’t happen today.”
“I also have a skill and a talent, and I will kill you with it,” René said quietly.
For one second, the boatswain paused, confusion written across his face. “Turn him around, and chain him up. You there, strip off his shirt.”

What some are saying about The Sun God’s Heir:

I can't wait for the second book of the trilogy to see what they encounter next! 
LISAMAJIGS

The characters are vivid and lovable, and the story drew me in from page one. 
KateK

A page turner!! 
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About the author:

Elliott Barry Baker was born in Jacksonville, Florida, attended Wolfson High School and then went on to bump into as many different things as he could. From St. Petersburg Junior college to the University of Missouri, finally graduating from Jacksonville University, he managed a B.A. in history. He’s worked as a swimming instructor in the Catskills, in an import business, on a kibbutz in the Golan Heights during the 1973 war, as an EKG technician, a sandwich shop owner, a hypnotherapist, and in various retail management positions until he started and ran a small five store costume jewelry chain for fifteen years.
In 1992 he had the pleasure of seeing Gershwin’s show Crazy For You  in New York City while attending a merchandise show. Sitting in the front row when the orchestra began the overture he had an epiphany. Nowhere was he more excited than seated in a theatre before the start of a show. Didn’t matter if it was the third grade chorus, although those could sometimes be difficult for a musician.
He came home and asked his wife, Sally, if he could sell the company and write music. They had three children ages five, thirteen, and sixteen. His argument was that they had two years before the kids began to hit college and because he had talent, he was sure that he’d be making money long before then. There needs to be a pause here for those of you in the business of art, to groan. Fortunately for him, his wife has supported every endeavor he’s made both emotionally and financially. It never happens as fast as you wish, but the universe somehow conspired to allow him to continue and all three kids graduated from college with honors.
Taking every course the local university offered on playwriting and musical theatre was a start. He wrote the music for his first show there. Elliott was accepted into the BMI / Lehman Engel Musical Theater Workshop in 1996. For the next four years he drove into New York City from New Hampshire every Monday for the evening workshop. He got the summers off.
Elliott has written the book, music and lyrics for six musicals, one of which was adapted into a play. Four musicals and the play have been published by Dramatic Publishing and Eldridge Publishing and have been produced all over the United States and in New Zealand, Portugal, England, and Canada. All of his shows have seen production.
“But wait,” said the TV announcer cheerfully slicing carrots. Elliott realized, that for him, crafting the story was the most fun and so thanks to a friend, he joined the NaNoWriMo throng in 2006. It was an amazing experience which he recommends to everyone. He hopes you enjoy The Sun God’s Heir.
A member of The Authors Guild, and The Dramatists Guild, Elliott lives in New Hampshire with his wife Sally and they are excitedly awaiting the arrival of more grandchildren.

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