REN GARCIA, is a Science Fiction/Fantasy author and Texas native who grew up in western Ohio. He has been writing since before he could write, often scribbling alien lingo on any available wall or floor with assorted crayons.
He attended The Ohio State University and majored in English Literature. Ren has been an avid lover of anything surreal since childhood, he also has a passion for caving, urban archeology and architecture.
His books are published by Loconeal Publishing and include: The League of Elder: Sygillis of Metatron, The Hazards of the Old Ones, The Dead Held Hands, The Machine, and The Temple of the Exploding Head. LoE Book VI: Sands of the Solar Empire was released in July, 2012 and Book VII: “Against the Druries” was released in 2013. His next set of books, “The Shadow tech Goddess” was released in 2014 with the most recent book, Stenibelle, released in June 2015.
He currently lives in Columbus, Ohio with his wife, and their three dogs.
Starfarers and explorers, the League settled on Kana thousands of years ago. They found it to be a paradise, a perfect, virtually uninhabited planet waiting just for them in the cradle of space.
Lovely Kana … it was too good to be true …
But, all was not as it seemed. Simmering beneath the ground was a demented god who had soaked Kana in blood for untold ages, luring in victims, lying to them, and rejoicing in their suffering as they died at the hands of his dark angels.
And there will be blood again … From his Temple in the ground, the Horned God stirs.
When Lord Kabyl of Blanchefort, a young man troubled by the weight of the world, dares give his heart to a girl from a mysterious ancient household, one that pre-dates the League itself, he comes to know the shadows of the past that hover over her.
He comes to know of the Horned God, and for love he is destined to face him. All roads lead to the Temple of the Exploding Head, a place of evil and death, rooted in the ancient past, but also tied to the distant future.
But, all was not as it seemed. Simmering beneath the ground was a demented god who had soaked Kana in blood for untold ages, luring in victims, lying to them, and rejoicing in their suffering as they died at the hands of his dark angels.
And there will be blood again … From his Temple in the ground, the Horned God stirs.
When Lord Kabyl of Blanchefort, a young man troubled by the weight of the world, dares give his heart to a girl from a mysterious ancient household, one that pre-dates the League itself, he comes to know the shadows of the past that hover over her.
He comes to know of the Horned God, and for love he is destined to face him. All roads lead to the Temple of the Exploding Head, a place of evil and death, rooted in the ancient past, but also tied to the distant future.
Snippet:
Crash! Thump!
Lady Kilos of Blanchefort sat properly on the stone wall and watched with passing disinterest.
Her older brother was on the leafy ground, trying to stand. A tall woman in a Fleet coat stood over him.
“Ok, so all that pretty Vith fighting is nice for show, but, if you really want to win a fight, you do it street style, and you do it dirty, too. Right? And, don’t ever hesitate to cheat. All that Vith honor I hear so much about—leave it for the dinner table,” Lt. Kilos said, lending Kay a hand while pulling him out of the leaves.
They were out in the cold of the Telmus Grove surrounded by old, gnarled trees and fallen leaves. Kilo’s silver Tweeter bird bounced around in the branches and fussed with the other birds.
She was showing Kay how to street fight, Onaris style.
Lord Kabyl of Blanchefort, or ‘Kay’ as everybody called him, had had a crush on Lt. Kilos for as long as he could remember. She was an old friend of the family, his father’s first officer and a trusted mentor to Old Dav’s kids. There she was: tall, a lot taller than his rather tiny mother, wiry and lean in her ever-present Fleet uniform with a thick head of long brown hair that touched the small of her back. Kay had always thought she was so pretty.
“Let’s go again,” Kay said, raising his fists.
She laughed. “I think you’ve had enough for today, but you’re doing well. Just get a little more meat on your bones, and you’ll be tough as nails. Promise.”
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