A Scholar’s Journey: The Divine Tempest is a no-holds-barred fantasy brawl. It begins when the God of Justice and Retribution opens The Abyss and unleashes a vengeful demon upon the mortal realm of Therra.
Now it is up to scholar Penndarius Greyson and his tormented protector, martial artist Soren Luna Mortalitas, to stop a crisis that would send shockwaves through the very fabric of creation. In addition, Penndarius is waging an internal battle with a disembodied presence attempting to possess his mind. The two heroes must avoid death or capture, but there is a catch: They have only one day to solve a riddle older than history before a dark host of unstoppable demons is released into the world.
The Divine Tempest includes warring factions, betrayal and redemption, and of course, Herrick Erickson-Brigl’s trademark: epic fight scenes. This is the lean, hard-hitting first installment in a series that follows Penndarius’s growth as the avatar of the God of Creation and Soren’s reclamation of his lethal family’s humanity.
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Herrick Erickson-Brigl has been reading fantasy since he first learned to read and writing it nearly as long. While in college, Herrick’s passion for writing culminated in his first novel, entitled *A Scholar’s Journey: The Divine Tempest*. He is currently completing his second book in that series.
Herrick is also kickstarting the editing for his second book “A War of Lies”
When he was done Soren stood up and looked toward the third swordsman, who was the kirin handler. He nodded expectantly at the kirin and backed up so that he had his back to the still-tangled assassins.
The assassin obliged him by unhooking the kirin that was straining against its leash. It snapped at Soren repeatedly with its beaked mouth. As soon as the leash came off, it bounded toward Soren with great ferocity.
Soren smiled and clapped his hands together as if to say, “Come on!”
The kirin leaped at him, with its clawed front legs leading the way. The crimson warrior jumped up and met the charge with outstretched hands, and the last thing anyone saw before a large cloud of dust began to obscure the two from vision was Soren grasping the kirin, one front paw in each hand.
Every person watching gasped in horror, and some turned away. One spectator clapped Penndarius on the shoulder with sorrow, saying, “It looks like your friend is dead, boy. He was a brave soul…brave, but daft in the head.”
Penndarius was not so sure, though, and he stared into the dust cloud intently. After what he had seen, he was starting to get a few suspicions of his own about his new protector.
To the surprise of everyone watching, assassins and Penndarius included, when the dust cleared, Soren was indeed not dead but was instead locked hand in claw with the kirin as the two of them pushed at each other in a titanic show of force. Large grooves had been dug into the road where they were fighting, as each of them struggled to gain an upper hand.
“It seems that some people are just too stupid to die,” the onlooker said, clapping Penndarius on the shoulder again with glee.
“Or too skilled,” Penndarius responded.
Moments that seemed like hours went by, and then Soren did the unexpected. Rather than continue with the push, he let the kirin have its way—a bit too much of its way.
Soren flipped backwards and let the kirin push him. Then he put his foot into the kirin’s stomach and threw it over his head while still holding onto its claws. The result was that, at the apex of its arc, the kirin found that it could not continue upward and instead rocketed back to the ground with resounding force, landing right on top of the two tangled assassins.
Whether Soren had planned it that way or just got lucky was up for speculation, but the results were undeniably effective.
But Soren was not finished. He used the impact and a quick pull of his arms that still held the kirin’s legs to roll back over on top of the beast. He threw a quick punch into the creature’s chin, followed by another and another. Each attack caused the creature to become less and less aware.
To finish, Soren reached down and grabbed the kirin by its limp jaw, though it was still conscious. One hand found the top jaw, the other the bottom jaw, and Soren steeled himself. “I am sorry,” he said with just a hint of guilt, and then slammed a fist down on the beak of his opponent with deliberation, which shattered it into a thousand pieces.
The remaining assassin grabbed the empty leash and ran into the crowd, quickly disappearing from sight.