The Host of Souls
Ascension

The Age of Supremacy is coming to a fiery close. Humanity’s empires are at war with one another to grasp salvation promised by the sinister priestesses of the Sisterhood. The object of their quest: to reach the peak of the ancient enigma known only as the Mountain. Unbeknownst to all, only one man holds the key to humanity’s survival. His journey takes him from the bleak city of Crow’s Reach across the war torn lands of Western Asterbyss and finally to the Mountain, where he and a motley group of adventurers must decide the fate of mankind.

"I was born in 1992 in Wageningen. For two years, I studied IT at Hogeschool Leiden, but my true passion always lay with drawing and creative writing. After several project, I have completed my debut novel, one of many I aspire to write. With the Host of Souls - Ascension, I hope to take a place of my own within the fantasy kingdom."

The fog parted to reveal a large man in a dark grey greatcoat that was closed and covered by a chest holster that held a large, complex looking pistol. He wore a breather-mask that covered the lower half of his face and Samanda could hear soft whirring from under his garments. In one gloved hand he carried a sledgehammer, the other a lantern.
"Get out of here, dog! This here is our street!" said the fit thug, drawing his pistol. The man referred to as the Iron Hound stopped in front of him. The hoodlum was tall and fit, but the new arrival was well over a head taller and broader in the shoulders. As tall as the Eidolon, Samanda noticed with a twinge of fear.
"Three Tooth Terrence and Fat Harry Boles," the man acknowledged in a low, artificially generated growl. "Are the good folk of Crow’s Reach not allowed to traverse your streets any longer?"
"You’re not welcome here," replied Three Tooth Terrence, while his friend Harry stood silently next to him. He looked much less willing than his buddy to confront this new arrival. "You never were."
Three Tooth Terrence poked the pistol at the Iron Hound’s chest. Samanda heard a dull clunk.
"Surely you recall how this confrontation ended when it was your boss pointing the gun at me and you cowering at his side?"
Three Tooth Terrence cursed but before he could do anything else, the Iron Hound smacked his lantern into Terrence’s face, faster than Samanda could have believed possible, and after seeing the Eidolon at work earlier that night, she was willing to believe a lot of thing. Three Tooth Terrence was sprawled on the ground, his face a bloody mess, his pistol dropped to the pavement. His threat was as hollow as his mouth after that blow. They would need to call him No Tooth Terrence following this evening.