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I guess you never really know how important your memory is until you no longer have it. Although I suppose that is true about all things, isn't it? I had been unable to remember my own name, lost in a sea of nothingness as I tried to recall details of my life, as if my eyes had been bound and my ears sealed throughout all the years of my own existence.

Yet there I was, blind to exactly who I was whilst seated on a bed of steel with little more than a quilt to act as a mattress. I sat, staring at the cold and unforgiving metal that made up the walls of my room aboard the Valkyria, almost praying that some sort of glimmer of myself would appear in the reflection I saw before me. It never did.

Instead, there came a deafening and rhythmic banging on the door that broke my concentration and pulled me out of my mind and back into reality. Although I must say that reality was no better than the loneliness of my mind at that time. The consistent murmur of the Valkyria's engines, as well as the never-ending echo of footsteps marching around the airships corridors found their way to my ears once again. The room itself hummed as it vibrated ever so slightly, likely caused by the fact that it was so close to the ship's engines.

"Come in," I said, and the circular handle on the door began to turn. The high pitched squeal it made with every rotation sounded like a mouse's death cry, piercing my skull and sending shivers down my spine. As the door creaked open, the man who claimed to be my older brother stepped into the room.

He had told me a great deal about our past lives in a small farming village, and I found that I believed his stories. After all, the amount of detail in his tales was far too great to the quick fire works of an overactive imagination. They were just too real. So I accepted that he was, indeed, my brother. Yet every time I looked at him back then, I felt no connection to the unknown man before me.

"Alexia," he said. "Can I come in?"

I had also been forced to accept that my name was Alexia, which did have a nice sound to it. I looked over at the clock on the wall, the cogs within it churning away, ever pulling the seconds from my hands. It was a quarter past six, and the daylight was beginning to fade from the tiny porthole window to my left.

My brother, Einar, stood with his hands around his waist, panting heavily. His overalls were stained with oil and grease, and his face blanketed with a layer of dirt and dust that looked thick enough to stop a bullet.

"I assume your shift has just ended," I said.
"It has," he replied. "How could you tell?"
"There are street dogs that look cleaner than you."

He laughed. At the time, his laugh was one of the few aspects of happiness that I saw. Life on the Valkyria was harsh. The average crew member's day consisted of dangling from the side of the airship mid-flight to inspect that air canisters, oiling and greasing the steam valves and cleaning out the pipelines. On top of that, pilots had to tend to their own ships and gunners had to carry out their own maintenance as well.

"So," Einar said. "Do you want to try again?"

Every day after his shift, Einar would come and try to help me get my memories back. It was a kind act. We would sit, sometimes for hours, and he would just talk about our lives and the things that happened to us. But it never seemed to help. Rather, it only proved to increase the amount of uncertainties within my mind. Yet how could I tell that to this man who was trying so hard to help me?

In truth, though, I had remembered one thing from the stories he had told me; the cloaked man. Somehow, deep inside, I knew he was the cause of my predicament, yet I did not know how he had sealed away the very memories that made me.
"I'm sorry," I said.

I had to. For months we had tried these talks, countless hours whittled away with no gain and no progress. It would have been unfair and selfish of me to allow the charade of progress to continue.

"It's really no use," I continued. "Nothing has worked. Simply listening to our lives does not help."

Einar walked across the room and sat down on the small wooden chair that had been placed in front of an ornately carved writing desk. He glanced down at the various sheets of paper I had left strewn across the desk, each with a different image of the same cloaked man on it.

"Well," he said. "You definitely remembered something."
"Yes, although only him," I replied.
"And you still haven't been able to remember anything more about him?"

I shook my head. This was a man who had taken everything from me, in the most literal sense. Not only had he taken away my being, my very self, but according to Einar he had taken away the safety and security of my home. He had defiled the very place a person is supposed to feel safe, and had snatched me in my sleep from my own bed. He was the most vile wretch of a man that I had ever been in the company of, and yet I could do nothing but picture his cloak and weathered skin.

I remembered that he moved like a man of youth, with speed and power, but his body looked frail and broken. His skin sagged, folding like leather worn from the rain. Despite this, though, I remember he commanded great respect from the Inquisition.

"We need to find him," I said.

Something compelled me to say it; a strange, niggling feeling in the back of my head. It was as if some small, timid voice was trying to scream at me, to command me to find this one man out of the whole population of the known lands.

"Well then," said Einar. "We need to have some idea of who we are looking for."

He was right, of course. Who in their right mind would search for one man in a world of men when you cannot ever recall his identity. So I tried to remember. I pushed myself back into my mind, staring once again at the reflection in the mirror. I allowed myself to enter that darkness in my mind, that black hole that had consumed everything. I allowed myself to drift into the empty recesses of my memory, in the hope that somewhere, a small spark would set of an ignition of recollection and I would know my enemy.

Instead, my head began to throb. It felt as if I was being torn apart, wrenched into ten different direction by jagged teeth and claws. I keeled over, falling from the bed to my knees, the icy flaw catching me. It was no use.

"I can't," I said, barely managing to get the words out of my mouth.
"Don't worry," said Einar as he took my hand and helped me to my feet. "We will find him."
Memoria Sample Chapter - Alexia
This is a chapter from the sequel to my debut novel, tentatively titled Memoria. It continues the story of Valkyria, whilst introducing the true heroine of the story, Alexia, whose chapters will be written in the first person perspective, whilst other characters will be written in the third person perspective.

For more information, please visit www.garethtorrance.com
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Rin


Rin ran. He ran as fast he tired legs could carry him, jumping from left to right in order to avoid the market carts and girls of the night who were just making their way to work. He ran in the hope that Einar wouldn’t follow. How could he have let the boy see him?

Alley after alley shot past in an instant, from brick stone to mortar which was finally followed by the snow white marble walls of the wedding hall where his beloved Ari awaited his return. She was waiting with that horrid man.

Rin barged through the door, the splinters tearing at his skin as the old wooden frame buckled. The lights were still out, the candles smoking just enough for white streams to float away from them. The hall was a large open room of emptiness except for the dining table and twenty chairs that surrounded it from head to toe. It had been far too many chairs, fifteen too many, but they were already there when Rin and Ari had arrived.

Everyone must have been in the waiting room where he had left them. The door to the room was covered by a lilac and sky blue cloth, Ari’s favourite colours, in preparation for the celebration. Rin opened it hastily, the handle cracking under the speed.

“There you are, dear boy,” said the raspy, empty voice that Rin had hoped was just a dream. Yet there stood the vile atrocity of a man. His night black cloak concealed his body entirely, but the weathered and eroded face was enough to freeze one’s very soul.

He called himself Aeon, Rim remembered. He had said he was doing this for the good of the Ringlands, ‘preparing for the coming storm’, although Rin had no idea what he meant. He had said that by taking Ari and her family hostage he was protecting the freedom of the Ringlands. It was all a bull’s tripe as far as Rin was concerned.

“Have you any news of my quarry, dear boy,” continued the gargoyle of a human.

“Yes I do, so release my family and I shall tell you.”

Aeon’s neck cracked like and earthquake as he twisted his head to one side like a bird of prey examining its next meal. Approaching Rin, his cloak hid his feet and gave the impression that he was floating. Rin took a step back but leaped forward again when the rotten door to the hall behind him closed itself.

“You think me a fool, do you not?” Aeon continued his snail paced advance as he spoke, his eyes not moving a single inch away from Rin’s. “You think I am to give you what you desire and then you will flee from me?” A breeze filled the room, blowing the curtains of the open window like wings, yet Aeon’s cloak lay still like a statue. “There is no where you can run. So tell me of my quarry.”

“She is with her brother,” said Rin. “They are returning to Caim as we speak, and I believe that it will take them at best three hours to reach the tree you mentioned.”

“Very good, dear boy. You have done well. I take it they suspect nothing?”

Rin could feel his legs weakening quickly. Aeon had said that Alexia must not know she was being followed, yet Einar had seen him. He didn’t want to say anything, but from the closed eyes on Aeon’s face, he was sure the horrid man already knew.

“Einar saw me,” he said. “But I said nothing and fled before he could reach me. I do not think he suspects anything.”

Aeon moved not one inch, his bright green eyes piercing Rin’s heart like a thousand spears. His left hand appeared from his cloak, open, and rose toward Rin’s face.

“Fear not, dear boy,” said Aeon, “you have done well. You have helped the Ringlands far more than you could possibly understand. You have given me the knowledge I need to protect this wonderful land.”

He paused. His hand was still raised. The breeze grew in strength and the delightful wedding glasses and statue of a dove fell from their stands, splintering as the crashed to the floorboard below.

“Although it is such a shame you were seen,” continued Aeon. “What I can do now I do not know, but she will tell me. Of that I am sure.”

Rin tried to reach for the decorative sword that hung on the wall above his head, but found his arms and legs would not move. Ari was still seated behind Aeon, her golden hair flung by the wind and her wedding dress tearing in the breeze revealing far too much of her before her bedding night.

“He must understand the consequences of failure” said a voice far more beautiful than Rin had ever heard. Yet there was no one speaking.

“Who said that?” Rin’s head turned left to right in an attempt to see if there was someone in the room he had missed. There wasn’t.

“She did,” answered Aeon. “And my dear, I truly am sorry for this.” His fist clenched shut tight, and Rin felt like he had suddenly donned a hundred coats of chainmail. He saw Ari and her parents fall to the floor as he did the same.

Ari’s father tried to stand, managing to get to his hands and knees, but they were shaking like an old man, which he certainly was not. He pushed against the floor, but the hidden weight was too much and his arms and legs snapped, the sound echoing throughout the room before he left out a high pitched scream that was more like a lost bat than a strong man as he had been.

Aeon glided toward Ari, drawing a great sword with an emerald green blade. Rin tried to call out, to shout for Ari to run, but no sound came to his lips. In a flash of green and red his beautiful bride’s golden curls were stained crimson as the blade sliced through her soft waist like water. Her mother followed soon after.

The weathered man turned his attention back to Rin, raising the sword once again.

“Allow me to introduce you to Judgement,” he said. “It served me well against Alexandria, and even better after the revolution.” He closed in, the breeze growing even stronger, the paper on the walls beginning to tear as wooden supports groaned. The weight that held Rin to the floor grew heavier and he felt his arms and legs giving in, splitting into pieces within his skin.

“I truly am sorry for this, dear boy,” continued Aeon. “You did so well, but she has decided your fate.” The blade, Judgement, came down.
Valkyria Sample Chapter - Rin
This is a chapter from my debut novel Valkyria, a steampunk, post-apocalyptic adventure story and the first book in my War of the Valkyries series.

For more information, please visit www.garethtorrance.com
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Hi there!

So, this is a long time coming, I guess... It's been ages since I last posted any update on here, and for that I apologize. But it should also be mentioned that I will probably not be posting many updates on here in the future, either. Every now and then I will, but not often.

Why?

Well, my time is kind of spent on other pursuits these day. For example, my debut novel Valkyria is now available as an eBook with the print version being release in the new year. I'm also working on the sequel at the moment.

So, I will probably post chapter excerpts (or even full chapters) on here, just so you guys can see how my books are going. And I may put some full short stories on here as well.

But if you want to keep in touch still, you can do it one of four ways:

1. My website/blog: www.garethtorrance.com
2. My Twitter account: gareth_torrance
3. My Facebook Author Page: Gareth Torrance on Facebook
4. My Goodreads Author Profile: Gareth Torrance on Goodreads

I really hope some of you guys will keep in touch through one of those channels. I'm most active on Twitter, for the record.

And I want to say thank you for all the love and likes my various deviations received over the years I was on here. You guys all rock!
Hi there!

So, this is a long time coming, I guess... It's been ages since I last posted any update on here, and for that I apologize. But it should also be mentioned that I will probably not be posting many updates on here in the future, either. Every now and then I will, but not often.

Why?

Well, my time is kind of spent on other pursuits these day. For example, my debut novel Valkyria is now available as an eBook with the print version being release in the new year. I'm also working on the sequel at the moment.

So, I will probably post chapter excerpts (or even full chapters) on here, just so you guys can see how my books are going. And I may put some full short stories on here as well.

But if you want to keep in touch still, you can do it one of four ways:

1. My website/blog: www.garethtorrance.com
2. My Twitter account: gareth_torrance
3. My Facebook Author Page: Gareth Torrance on Facebook
4. My Goodreads Author Profile: Gareth Torrance on Goodreads

I really hope some of you guys will keep in touch through one of those channels. I'm most active on Twitter, for the record.

And I want to say thank you for all the love and likes my various deviations received over the years I was on here. You guys all rock!

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mikriDeb Featured By Owner Apr 29, 2015  Student General Artist
:bulletred: Hello, I saw that you like Primal!




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Happy b-day! ^^
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CPVLeonelli Featured By Owner Jan 26, 2012
Happy Birthday Gareth! It's been a while! Hope everything is going good for you and your sweetheart! :glomp: Update sometime!
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Blanzeflor Featured By Owner Feb 23, 2011
Belated Happy Birthday
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Happy Birthday.
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