A story centered around a time capsule, The Solutrean Arc begins high atop a remote mountain ridge where this particular archive has been locked away in an underground cavern for an unimaginably long time.
Its discovery occurs during construction of Solutrean Enterprises’ new research facility and Denali Coltrane, the Chief Operations Director, is initially a little worried about what this means for her deadline. However, as she and project archaeologist, Kyle Ripley really take a good look at what’s been found, they realize this could possibly be one of the oldest human artifacts ever discovered. An idea that, if proven true, would rewrite humanity’s history as we’ve come to know it, something not everyone is thrilled about.
As Denali and Kyle search for answers, they find themselves teamed up with the unlikeliest of allies. Encountering nasty opposition along the way they wind up neck to neck in a race to a secret space station, where the victors will ultimately decide how much of humanity’s history will be shared with the rest of the world. Quite a significant treasure if one considers how we remember our past will without a doubt determine the fates of our future. Interwoven between Denali and Kyle’s discoveries is the story of the archive’s conception and the events motivating the individuals constructing it.
I’m going to be honest in saying I had a lot of fun writing this, and I allowed myself the opportunity to really think about the amount of time spanning from modern humans earliest days to the brink of the known Iron Age. I couldn’t help but let my imagination wonder at the kind of people who might have existed before our recorded histories and a deep rooted, innate part of me refused to allow myself to view them as “Reluctant Innovators.”
It might be far-fetched imagining a line of human technological progression independent from our own, but as a writer the idea fascinated me to no end, and I found myself discovering intrigue within the possibilities of our past, present and future.
So, if any of this catches your interest, take the time to read The Solutrean Arc. Chances are you’ll find the characters as much fun as I have and maybe even open yourself to the possibility for different thoughts, ideas and inspiration.
Below creaking decks of the Antiquities Mistress, deep shadows reeked of briny bilge water. Thousands of memories filling my consciousness and that one stood out more than any other as it prefaced the change that would redirect my pivotal fates. I am called Tavine, and long ago, on a frost ridden night, the necromancer who conjured me into existence bound my ethereal spirit to the physical form of a ferret. Among our exclusive enclave of those straddling the straights between realms, they refer to my kind as Eritmas. We can only exist within the mortal world by means of a symbiotic arrangement with a Dantzari. Common folk here refer to those souls as witches. By then I had already been bound to several Dantzari, and the witch Le Croix, who I currently co-existed with, had been locked in this ship’s brig as it sailed through sweltering tropics. I, as his Eritmas and Familiar, also suffered the dismal circumstances, awaiting the quickly approaching inevitable.
With my Dantzari’s reputation for a spiteful demeanor and his sheer size larger than most mortals, the captain kept us isolated in the brig out of fear. Le Croix’s presence taller and broader than most men, he appeared all the more intimidating with a head full of waxed dread rolls and pox scared complexion dark as ebony despite the handsomeness of a well-defined jaw, rigid brow and ivory smile. His clothing reduced to a button-less shirt and tan fitted knickers, he’d suffered a busted lip and deep gash along a cheekbone while being hauled below....
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