Epic of Ahiram: Age of the Seer - kindle ebook by Michael Joseph Murano

"Rise Like The Hero You Were Born To Be, Or Die The Slave You Think You Are."

http://www.amazon.com/Age-Seer-Epic-Ahiram-Book-ebook/dp/B00O92KX6G

"Ahiram is a mix of Batman and Harry Potter...but with more attitude." - Reviewer

Suddenly torn from his family, 12-year-old Ahiram is sold as a slave in the Kingdom of Tanniin. Six years later, in order to win his freedom and return home, Ahiram enters the elite Games of the Mines. Pursued relentlessly by his enemies and driven to the limit of his endurance, Ahiram unwittingly awakens a dormant fury within him, and its resonance is caught by a hidden malice that turns the Games into a living nightmare. Refusing to submit to a cruel tyranny, Ahiram must face a harrowing death in the bowels of the earth. Still, a glimmer of hope remains. For deep within the mines, between stone and gold, a power--unlike anything the world has seen--quietly calls his name.

Age of the Seer is Book One in the Epic of Ahiram

"I have been swept up by the wonderful characters, scope of the world, and the expanding plot. I love the struggle our hero, Ahiram, is faced with." - Reviewer

The inspiration for Ahiram came when I was fourteen years old. I went on a school field trip to Byblos, a city as ancient as time, where the sarcophagus of King Ahiram has lain quietly for thousands of years. On its sides, you could see the oldest alphabetic inscription known to mankind. After the tour, we walked on the shores of Byblos, and I began to wonder: how does one invent an alphabet? Do you sit down on the beach, fish for sand crabs, and sing "a,b,c,d,e,f,g..."? I mean, how do you actually invent an alphabet?

This is when I saw Ahiram, as a boy, running on the sandy shores of Byblos; and running after him, I entered his world, and the story became a part of me as much as I became a part of it.

And now, I would like to share the wonders of this epic with you, who like me, might prefer the flying carpets of an improbable voyage to the panegyric of placid escalators in our mega-modern airports. So here's from me to you: an epic so vast that the only screen fit for it is your imagination. - Micheal Joseph Murano

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