About the Book
TITLE: Sonspot
RELEASE DATE: March 15, 2017
AUTHOR: Skro
PAGE COUNT: 434
ISBN: 978-1543108477
IMPRINT: Devil’s Tower
CATEGORIES: Fantasy/Adventure
SYNOPSIS: An apocalyptic adventure of awakening, madness, and revelation, Sonspot, is the tale of Mack—a coming of age man who is plagued by supernatural nightmares. Fed up with the depraved world he was born in, he asks for death. What he gets is the complete opposite; buried memories of his eternal soul on the Island of Eden and the damnation that follows. With the aid of a magic gum, the mysterious divine flow unfolds before Mack and his best friend, leading them on an adventure through the nine levels of hell; answering one fundamentally scary question that haunts us all to our grave.
RELEASE DATE: March 15, 2017
AUTHOR: Skro
PAGE COUNT: 434
ISBN: 978-1543108477
IMPRINT: Devil’s Tower
CATEGORIES: Fantasy/Adventure
SYNOPSIS: An apocalyptic adventure of awakening, madness, and revelation, Sonspot, is the tale of Mack—a coming of age man who is plagued by supernatural nightmares. Fed up with the depraved world he was born in, he asks for death. What he gets is the complete opposite; buried memories of his eternal soul on the Island of Eden and the damnation that follows. With the aid of a magic gum, the mysterious divine flow unfolds before Mack and his best friend, leading them on an adventure through the nine levels of hell; answering one fundamentally scary question that haunts us all to our grave.
Creating Sonspot
Guest Post by SKRO
The idea for Sonspot came to me when one of my friends and I were kayaking around a large pond in our neighborhood. We had decided to go on an adventure earlier in the day and thought that we hadn’t mapped out the pond that we grew up next to. It’s a large pond next to the elementary school we both went to. We gathered up the kayaks and threw them atop of the car that my grandparents gave to me. It was a well-kept 1995 Ford Taurus. With only a couple of bungie cords we secured the kayaks to the roof and drove the whole half mile to the pond. The day was beautiful and the sun shone down on us, making for that magical feel. We drug the kayaks to the pond through the path in the woods.
Along the way, we began to talk about our lives and what we want to do with them. We tend to talk existential, always. We get to the water and more clumsily than skillfully, get into the kayaks without toppling over. I grab the oar and set a course for my brotha who was several paces ahead.
The thing I remember clearly, is how nice it was that day. There was something magical in the air, and in due motion, the magic entered my mind. Though, I think it’s always there and its us who simply have to be aware of it. I was in some sort of zone while I was paddling and while in this zone, an idea came. I told my brother that I wanted to write and travel. He said that it sounded like love.
Later, Mack came to my mind and jumped into another reality which opened up like a portal in some observable section of my mind. In that universe, I saw what appeared to be a place of perfection; the island of Eden. Jane was there and all the harmony that brings bliss to the soul.
For the rest of the day, that image held in my head and played out clearly as the reality I was kayaking in. After mapping the pond and finding his brother’s old raft they made decades ago, we hiked back to the car and went back to the apartment I was living at.
That raft though.
IT was a magic raft.
At the apartment, we got in some groove and started to play some video game with a gun. During the games, the scene I’m seeing through my mind reaches its next chapter. The shadow enters onto the island and begins to plague Jane and Mack.
I remember creeping myself out when the character for the serpent came around and introduced itself to the story. Ohh, that night, I couldn’t sleep, it was awesome. Before I could go wherever the heck we go in our sleep, I had to write down the story that came through my mind; as much of the plot as possible.
Pretty sure I slept peacefully that night; but who really knows?
Along the way, we began to talk about our lives and what we want to do with them. We tend to talk existential, always. We get to the water and more clumsily than skillfully, get into the kayaks without toppling over. I grab the oar and set a course for my brotha who was several paces ahead.
The thing I remember clearly, is how nice it was that day. There was something magical in the air, and in due motion, the magic entered my mind. Though, I think it’s always there and its us who simply have to be aware of it. I was in some sort of zone while I was paddling and while in this zone, an idea came. I told my brother that I wanted to write and travel. He said that it sounded like love.
Later, Mack came to my mind and jumped into another reality which opened up like a portal in some observable section of my mind. In that universe, I saw what appeared to be a place of perfection; the island of Eden. Jane was there and all the harmony that brings bliss to the soul.
For the rest of the day, that image held in my head and played out clearly as the reality I was kayaking in. After mapping the pond and finding his brother’s old raft they made decades ago, we hiked back to the car and went back to the apartment I was living at.
That raft though.
IT was a magic raft.
At the apartment, we got in some groove and started to play some video game with a gun. During the games, the scene I’m seeing through my mind reaches its next chapter. The shadow enters onto the island and begins to plague Jane and Mack.
I remember creeping myself out when the character for the serpent came around and introduced itself to the story. Ohh, that night, I couldn’t sleep, it was awesome. Before I could go wherever the heck we go in our sleep, I had to write down the story that came through my mind; as much of the plot as possible.
Pretty sure I slept peacefully that night; but who really knows?
About the Author
Skro is a pseudonym.. but an actual being that was wrangled in from some faraway place, deep within the caverns of imagination. His mortal self lives in the outskirts of Atlantic City, New Jersey. He was born in 1989. Sonspot is his first novel. He loves everybody; no exception.. because we all emanate from the same source, and all eventually find our way back there; no exceptions.
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