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“What if there was a previous dominant species that we replaced after they screwed it up?”
Jessica arched her eyebrows. “You’re not going to bring up the dinosaurs, are you?”
“Yes, the dinosaurs, exactly! Think about it. The whole world started off with Pangaea, one super continent where all the dinosaurs lived. Then, boom, all of this sudden something happens and wipes them all out. Scientists keep saying it was probably a meteor, but what if it wasn’t? Think about it. What would a meteor have done to the planet? Set it on fire? Filled the sky with ash to choke out most other life? Doesn’t that sound exactly like something the Fire Elemental would do?”
“I’m impressed you know about Pangaea. But it doesn’t change the fact that if I didn’t know you better, I’d say you were a giant stoner.”
“The Earth Elemental could have easily made Pangaea for the dinosaurs,” Sean continued as though he hadn’t heard her. “After they screwed it up somehow, the Fire Elemental wipes them out, the Earth Elemental splits the continent, and they start over, only this time with primitive mankind. It makes sense.”
Jessica pinched the bridge of his nose. “I want to tell you that none of that makes sense, but we just held a conversation with an Easter Island head before Xander become the embodiment of the Earth itself. Anything’s possible at this point.”
“Do you think they ever tried a Xander before?”
Jessica paused. “A Xander?”
Sean glanced away from the blond and stared across the ocean. “They must have had Warriors for each of the elements. The fact that a Velociraptor Fire Warrior is a pretty badass mental image notwithstanding, do you think they tried this before? Creating someone who can stop the cycle?”
“I don’t really know—“
“Because they failed,” Sean said bluntly. He turned back toward his girlfriend. “If they tried it, they failed because the dinosaurs were wiped out. I just keep thinking that we’re not taking this seriously enough, and I know that’s ironic coming from me. I keep worrying that the Fire Elemental is just sitting back laughing right now, knowing that it kicked the crap out of a Sarcosuchus Water Elemental once before and is about to do the same to Xander.”
“I think by this point we’re all taking this seriously,” Jessica said. “Just because you’re joking doesn’t mean you’re not; we’ve known each other long enough to know it’s just your defense mechanism.”
They sat in silence, watching the lapping waves and trying not to see the lava pouring into the ocean not far away. It was peaceful, sitting on a deserted island in the middle of the Pacific. It was easy to ignore the fact that the world was coming to an end. Sean mentally noted Easter Island as a place to visit, once this was all over.
Jessica chuckled softly, disrupting Sean’s musings. He turned toward her inquisitively. “What’s so funny?”
“Pterodactyl Wind Warriors,” she said.
For a moment, he merely arched an eyebrow before he started snickering. Sean couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of the thought. They both laughed until their sides hurt. It felt good just to laugh for no particular reason, to forget about the insanity of their lives for just a moment.
THE EARTH GIVES WAY TO THE SEA,
THE SEA BOWS BEFORE THE WIND,
THE WIND FEEDS THE FLAME,
THE FLAME BURNS THE WORLD OF MAN DOWN TO THE EARTH.
The Fire Elemental has risen and its followers, the Fire Caste, have destroyed the planet. Humanity hangs on the cusp of extinction; their only hope now lies with the troubled Wind Warrior, Xander Sirocco.
Xander has absorbed the power of the Wind and Water Elementals but at great personal cost. Finding Sammy has been his anchor through the chaos around him, but now he finds himself wondering if saving her is enough.
Sammy remains a prisoner of the Fire Elemental, her mind trapped, as the dragon possesses her body. Her love for Xander keeps her going, but will her passion be enough to stop the Elemental from killing Xander once and for all?
Humanity’s last hope rests in Xander finding the Earth Elemental. Claiming the power of the Earth is the last step before he can confront the dragon holding Sammy hostage. Unfortunately, he’s not the only one who knows the location of the Earth Elemental.
It’s a race against time between Xander and the dragon to claim the last of the Elemental power and bring an end to a war that’s spanned millennia.
Earth God is the exciting conclusion to the bestselling and award-winning World Aflame series.
Title: Earth God
Series: The World Aflame Saga #4
Author: Jon Messenger
Published: May 26th, 2015
Publisher: Clean Teen Publishing
Genre: NA Paranormal Romance
Recommended Age: 13+
Jon Messenger (Born 1979 in London, England) serves as an United States Army Major in the Medical Service Corps. Jon wrote his first science fiction trilogy in 2008 and has since written and published over 10 novels. The scope of his writing has expanded beyond science fiction to include the New Adult and Steampunk genres. His books have become Amazon bestsellers, been translated into foreign languages, and have won numerous awards both for content and covers.
Interview (I’m in pink, he’s in purple)
Describe your relationship with a good book.
I love getting lost in a good book. I don’t always get the time to read, not like I’d truly like to, but when you can curl up on the couch, turn off all the electronics and detach from reality for a while, there’s nothing better.
When did you first start writing and what was the first thing that you wrote that you were proud of?
I started writing in college, for all the wrong reasons. I was a subpar college student and thought writing might be a future for me when I inevitably failed out of college. To everyone’s surprise, I actually did graduate. During my Junior and Senior years of college, I started writing a novel called Eyes in the Nuthouse. It was about a man who could understand the honesty behind people’s white lies. Unfortunately, having complete honesty from everyone, including complete strangers, is enough to drive someone mad; hence the title of the story. It was a really interesting storyline but a terrible execution! I reread what I’d written (about 100 pages) a few years later and agreed that the book would never see the light of day.
The first book I wrote that I was proud of came nearly seven years later. I was deployed in Baghdad, Iraq, and had some free time on my hands and, luckily, some great friends to inspire me. I started working on a science fiction trilogy called Brink of Distinction. I published that series in 2011 and though there are faults with my plot and writing style, it’ll always hold a special place in my heart.
Please describe your work ethic as an author.
I’m pretty committed to writing about 1000 words a day, which is about an hour worth of writing. If I can keep that pattern, I can finish a novel in 3-4 months. Real life gets in the way sometimes, but I try to remain faithful to that technique.
How do you balance your work as an author with the other aspects of your life?
I don’t, to be honest. Writing is still a hobby for me, despite having written 11 novels. In my day job, I’m still a US Army officer, which I’ve been for the past 13 years. I just finished my Masters degree, which took quite a bit of my time. And my wife deploys soon, so I’ll be a single father for the 9 months while she’s gone. That hour of dedicated writing time gets slimmer every passing year, but I try my best to write as much as possible.
Why did you write this book?
Because it’s book 4 in a series, and the grand finale, and it would have been damn silly for me not to finish it.
What experiences from your past do you find yourself drawing upon repeatedly for inspiration in your work?
Two combat tours with the Army has given me a lot of realism both in writing combat and interpersonal conflict. You see a much different side of people during war. Some people who seem reserved when they’re at home become pillars of strength on the battlefield. Some who seem incredibly cocky are the first to cry when a mortar lands nearby. People reading my stories haven’t always understood that dichotomy, or the fact that even the strongest of us will eventually sit down on the curb and cry after a really difficult mission.
What do you hope to accomplish in the next five years, both as an author and in your outside life?
For my writing, there are a couple books that I’ve always wanted to write. They’re called Pompous and Pious, and they tell the story of two immortals working their way through time, harvesting souls either for Heaven or Hell. The story idea was one of my first and has always been on my “to do” list, but I’ve never felt comfortable enough to write them. In the next five years, I’d like to see them in print.
As for my personal life, my wife and I are planning to have a second child and five years from now I’ll be getting ready to retire, at which point I can become a full time writer!
Since you are a storyteller, please tell one good lie about yourself.
In 2001, one of my good friends finally turned 21 and to celebrate, all my high school friends got together in our hometown. I’d be lying if I said we hadn’t been drinking long before then, but since he was the last of us to turn 21, it was finally a chance for us all to go to a bar together.
There was a bar only a couple blocks away from his apartment, which made the night perfect. We could walk to the bar, drink ourselves stupid, and then stumble home without having to worry about a designated driver. Unfortunately, about an hour into the night, I realized we couldn’t all be sloppy drunk. The birthday boy was already blind drunk within the hour, having taken shots from the moment we walked in the door. It wouldn’t be that much longer until I was watching him puke in the toilet and I couldn’t very well take care of him if I was drunk, too. So I finished the beer in my hand and started drinking sodas.
No more than an hour later, everyone was feeling sufficiently buzzed (or hammered, as the case may be) and it was time to call it a night. We’d just go back to the apartment and drink there. As we’re walking back, I can see a car driving slowly behind us but I don’t think much of it. However, the birthday boy suddenly loses his balance and stumbles out into the street. Right away, the lights light up on the police car.
To be honest, I couldn’t figure out what we’d done wrong. We were responsible and had decided to walk rather than drive anywhere. As the cop comes up to us, he asks if the birthday boy is feeling okay. He says he is in what was impressively a sober voice. The police officer than goes around the group, asking the same question. Two of us got arrested for public intoxication that night. Not the birthday boy, who had drunk himself into a stupor. Not even the other two guys who were also pretty loaded. Me and another friend, who was probably the second most sober person in the group after me.
Spending the night in the drunk tank sucks when you’re drunk, but at least you usually pass out and sleep the night away. When you’re sober, the drunk tank is just a cold, tiled room that reeks of vomit. It was definitely a night to remember, and one I wish I could forget.
Wow, that’s a really good story. I wonder what part of it isn’t true. I’m going to suspect that they all got locked up, and that Jon got vomited on by his friends. But that’s just speculation. All those hours of alcohol counseling that the military made them do (see? I know a little bit about drunken soldiers!).
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