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Son of the Sun by L.A. Wilson
http://www.eternalpress.ca/sonofthesun.html
Speculative Fantasy, 90,000 words
$6.95 CA .pdf
Cover Art © 2009 by Dawné Dominique
Edited by Diana Rubino
Copyedited by Rose Vera Stepney
Layout and Book Production by Ally Robertson
eBook ISBN:978-1-926640-67-9
Print ISBN:978-1-926647-43-2

Summary:

The extraordinary Jes Jarldane is under dire contract to his Divine-king as a bounty hunter, one of the king's chosen 'Sons of the Son'.

Jes himself is unaware of the massive and secret power hidden within him; a power that will be unleashed when he is sent to hunt down the Divine-king's missing wife, the King-Maker, Zahra Veeta.

Hunting this elusive prey alone through searing deserts and towering mountain ranges, Jes' ordeal forces him to confront his true self; a tortured self so powerful and destructive that he will strip away all the falsehoods of the 'Men of Truth'. He will strip away all that remains of life on Earth, leaving only a long open-ended destiny that mirrors the Eternity of the Sun, the creative power of the Sun, and its ultimate power of destruction. All of this hidden within the body of a boy, the Son of the Sun...

Excerpt:

What had happened here? Where were his clothes? Yet when he looked down, he saw he was still wearing a pair of boots. Boots with silver buckles.

Jes now heard a sound from behind. He turned and saw Iden coming to place a cloak around his naked shoulders. The boy was alive, but changed. There was a look on his face and in his eyes that could only be complete and absolute adoration.

Iden placed the cloak gently around his Lord’s shoulders then went down on his knees, bowing his head at Jes’ feet.

“Lord” he said. “You destroyed them.”

Jes answered, a whisper, a tense whisper, “I’m not capable...of destroying anything.”

“You did, my Lord. I am your witness. You destroyed everything here in a blast of heat and fire, all save myself and the heretic woman.”

The red of the sky now faded to a deep turquoise, the date palms black against the near horizon, and the quiet of the desert deepened. There was no sound from the shifting sands. The sand had melted to solid glass under his feet.… (meer)