Tomorrows End (book one)
Scifi/Horror
Date Published: March 31, 2022
Publisher: Dark Light Publishing
“It’s mind-blowing for sure. I repeat. This book blew my mind. (Cozy With Books) It’s the type of book where, were it to be a Youtube video and if I were to do any form of drugs I’d comment, “I’m way too high for this s***.”-
10-time award winning author, G.R. Morris writes, “A philosophical fiction that blends The Matrix and Hellraiser, It gives answers to free will and the meaning of life. A coming-of-age story where a teenager becomes a superpowered messiah and attempts to free humanity from the bonds of alien control.”
Kevin Knight’s been training his whole life to fulfill a galaxy-saving prophecy. But when a grisly tragedy lands him in jail and demonic forces flood his consciousness, the fate of time and space seems doomed. Until a trench coat-wearing alien renegade shatters his understanding of reality. Discovering Earth is merely an alien illusion to manipulate humankind, Kevin struggles to know whom to believe—his strange scaly new friend or the dark voices in his head. But with Hell itself planning to slaughter everyone, he must resist the darkness and master his powers to reprogram the future.
Can Kevin, a possessed Messiah, claim a destiny of his own before humanity goes extinct?
Tomorrows End is the first book in the mind-bending sci-fi horror series, The Path of a Savior. If you like galactic-scale battles, chilling violence, and brain-rattling explorations of the nature of free will, then you’ll love G.R. Morris’s unforgettable epic.
CHAPTER ONE
“Life contains but two tragedies. One is not to get your heart’s desire; the other is to get it.”
~ Socrates
Earth in the distant future…
Kill me! K… k… kill me! Please!” A bed of spinning, white-hot nails ground into the flesh of the black-scaled alien pinned to a wall. “It’s a Beautiful Morning” by the Rascals roared over the faint, silvery voice of a girl singing along.
“Please, God, somebody!” The creature looked down and watched a nail burst through the front of his shoulder.
Tiny blinking lights from a circuit board shone through an undulating, black gelatinous blob. The alien whimpered as the device; like a parasitic squid, squeezed the crown of his skull. A torrent of voltaic streams crackled through the clear tentacles and into the back of his neck. Weak light flickered against pink confetti glued to the cracked walls with dried blood—someone had drawn dozens of smiley faces in it with their finger. The room mocked with a hundred heads of grinning china dolls plastered within the gore.
A long-legged silhouette of a skinny, petite girl danced. “There will be children with robins and flowers.”
“Oh God! Oh God!”
The blob was keeping him alive. No amount of blood loss would give the creature peace. It was missing every major appendage, and every vital organ was pierced with a white dagger etched with glowing glyphs.
A mischievous, high-pitched giggle echoed in the dark. “Silly Billy. What God allows this?” She was poisoned candy, bubbly and childishly sweet.
An angelic female voice boomed. “Stop.”
The music muted. She still danced.
“Thanks for spilling your cute little guts.” The tip of a pink high-heeled boot broke into the light and kicked the creature’s entrails across the gray steel floor.
“How many times must I tell you? Genocide is not a sport! Wildfire, let him go,” the serene voice said.
A soft glow of white wings appeared on the ceiling.
“An angel! Save me!” the creature gurgled.
The girl laughed, the sound dainty and delicate like tinkling chimes in a gentle breeze. “No angel, darling. One more freak playing a loving god. I like freaks.”
The alien watched her thumbnail, painted with a diamond skull and cross pistols made of bones, glide around a single red button in the center of a control module covered in alien symbols.
“Release him!”
“How can I possibly be expected to handle work on a day like this?”
A disk hovered in the middle of the ceiling. It was angled toward the alien, leaving the rest of the room in near darkness. The tortured creature could barely make out the outlines of a disheveled penthouse apartment and several piles of bodies. Beyond the long row of broken windows, the ash fell like snow through clouds of smoke beneath a pitch-black sky.
The woman’s jagged bone tiara caught some of the light. “Hire me, people die. That’s the breaks.”
“He told you everything he knew four hours ag—”
“Oh, pooh.” She giggled. “Will ya shut up!? I swear it’s always ‘stop killing so many people, don’t blow up that city,’ and ‘it’s not polite to punch people as a greeting!’”
Another white dagger streamed through the air, stopping in the center of the creature’s chest. “So ya think he chose this suffering? He wanted this? You. Are. Sick.” Light bounced off Wildfire’s smile.
“Mocking me won’t make Kevin love you.”
The alien’s chuckling captor responded to the voice. Two more daggers hit their mark. Now there was almost no more room for another one on its body.
The alien whimpered. “By heavens, help me!”
Wildfire stopped laughing. “Yes … save him, Raksasha! Aren’t ya all powerful? Aww, the changeling god don’t care about you. That’s messed up, girlie.”
About the Author
G.R. Morris is a 10 time award-winning author. He has garnered much acclaim for his debut novel, Tomorrows End.
He not only won a prestigious Dragonfly book award, but a Feathered quill and received multiple 5 star reviews from many websites.
He was a philosopher and a graduate from seminary studies before taking writing courses in college.
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