The Guardian
Linda Thackeray
Author Bio
The Guardian is Linda Thackeray’s second novel after Children of the White Star even though she has been an active writer for the last twenty years. She began her writing career as a prolific fan fiction writer in several different fandoms including Lord of the Rings and Smallville. While these were a guilty pleasure, they were also an exercise in learning characterisation as well as developing a skills in plotting and structure. Her favourite authors are Stephen King, Marion Bradley Zimmer, Isaac Asimov, Arthur C Clarke, Frank Herbert and more recently the non-Potter works of J.K Rowling as well as Joe Hill.
Linda lives in the coastal town of Woy Woy, in New South Wales, Australia with two warring cats and hopes her wild imagination and her fascination for all things Michael Fassbender will not end up in reviewing stalking laws. (less)
Description
This is the story of Peter, once heir to the vast territories of the Commonwealth and now last survivor of House Troezon and the holder of the Dragon Seal. Raised in isolation for most of his childhood, Peter ventures out into the galaxy and finds the ruins of the old order while suffering
great pains in the terrors of the new.
As Peter struggles to survive in a harsh, new world, he finds comfort in the friends he encounters
along the way and ultimately discovers that a bargain made at his birth, might mean the difference between growing up into a man or becoming a god.
Book excerpt
There is always a beginning and there is always an end.
Are we alive when we are born or merely functioning? Is the beginning of life the moment of self-awareness and in turn, is death when our hearts no longer beat or when we no longer know.
We began with light.
A cataclysmic explosion of energy, spreading out through emptiness until it could travel no more. The dying man across the desert that struggles to his last to reach the end he never does. For one instant in time, before the concept could even be grasped, let alone measured, the universe touched the light seen by a new born child, emerging from the womb.
It is not from the dust that we came but from the light that burned bright only once.
As the elements were formed, carried across the vastness of the empty void, borne on the tidal of radiation that swept throughout the universe, we were born. There is a conceit among sentients that their creation was to be the design of some greater being. We hold no such illusions. We simply were for no other reason than the fortuitous blending of volatile gases on a random journey outward.
We followed the path of the expansion, aware but unaware. We had no form to speak of so how could we know we were alive when we had no basis for comparison? It was only until the wave we journeyed upon began to slow and shape, that we understood that we were different.
Around us a universe was being created and we did not realize we were its first children.
Others would come. They would have shape and form. They would be fragile receptacles of blood, bone and spit. They would need air to breathe and food to sustain them. They were helpless and brief.
But they were good theatre and we watched them often.
And when the mood took us, we walked among them. We shared their lives, often in secret; for their minds were limited despite boundless passion and spirit. They lived in a way we could not even begin to fathom and they lived it well in the flicker of their candlestick lives.
Prolong them we could, it was within our power but to all things there must be a beginning and an end. Even for us.
For us, it was awareness that gave life and its end that would bring us death.
We had no fear of this. It was the way of things. But in our acceptance of this as an immutable law, we made a mistake.
Not all of us believed.
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