Mercedes Ketch is no average girl. The only daughter of the world’s top authorities in long lost cultures, Mercedes is the best of both her parents, gifted with unique abilities… but she’s about to learn that there’s a cost to looking into histories that a powerful cabal would rather have forgotten.
Her parents are murdered for what they know – that all the old myths are true. An ancient bloodline, the Kinguim, hides the fact that magic flourishes in the modern world – Goblins, Elves, Vampires, and Werewolves stalk their prey unnoticed on city streets on behalf of their Kinguim masters.
Having been taken into a secret knighthood, Mercedes find herself part of a war three thousand years in the making. The lore that her parents died to discover – lore that lives on only within her – is the sole thing standing between that knighthood’s survival or its complete annihilation, but only if she can decipher those secrets before the end claims them all…
The Old Myths
You know it’s all true, right? The old stories. Elves and Trolls, Goblins and Vampires. Magic. All of it is real. You knew it in childhood but as you get older you see less of it, see none of it, forget about it and put it all away. If any of it was real, you think, you would see it. There would be proof. There would be some sign of it, all of it, any of it. People would know, credible people. The stories would still be alive. The creatures in them would not have forsaken us. They wouldn’t have left us alone.
Imagine they were conquered. All of them. Elves and Trolls, Goblins and Vampires. Even magic. Especially magic. Imagine all of it was conquered and then taken and stolen from the world. Your old imaginary friends, the people you know from dreams, the old faerie fables you grew up on. All of them bound and forced to fight in a war thousands of years in the making. They’re out there even now. And the war? The war is coming to a head.
Excerpt from the Book
“A compelling look at the heros journey as told through the eyes of young girl who is comming in to her own” ~ Living Myth Magazine
“Kinguim,” Mercedes said the word, tasted it and frowned. “I think -im means children in some Middle-Eastern language.” She had actually asked her dad about that and he’d told her that much, though she could not remember which Middle-Eastern people it had been.
“Children of Kingu, right.” Michelle sounded pleased. “Do you know who Kingu was?”
“A Sumerian god?” Mercedes wracked her brain, trying to remember the scraps of information she’d been able to learn about a god that some had called the death of worlds. “He was the consort of a big dragon-thing named Tiamat and fought a bunch of other gods before getting his head chopped off.” She had blushed a little when she asked what the word consort meant and had stammered something about it meaning that he was Tiamat’s champion. Mercedes kind of liked that, of someone being the champion of a dragon.
“Something like that.”
“So you believe you’re his, what, his kids?” Michelle nodded. “Do you believe that?”
“I’ve seen stuff that sort of forces you to believe,” Michelle said, baring Mercedes’ sudden scrutiny. “Not like that. Just, I don’t know, proof that we’re something else. Something divine.”
“Can you show me?”
“It’s sort of a secret thing.” Michelle’s voice dropped to a whisper. “I shouldn’t even be telling you this. I could get in real trouble.”
“Can you keep that secret?”
“I guess,” Mercedes said. Her friend seemed worried by that answer so she forced a smile and met her friend’s eyes. “I promise I won’t tell anyone. I’ll even do that thing that my mom did with your mom back in Acco.”
“I don’t know how to do that yet,” Michelle said. “They don’t teach you that til you turn sixteen.”
“Sort of like getting a driver’s license?”
“Yeah, I guess. Do you have any new games to play?”
There are gods we have all forgotten. Gods older than churches, gods from religions that are thousands of years old. Millions of years old. Gods from religions so old that there are no words for them, gods that come from faiths that died out before humanity was even a dream. Gods like that – gods older than anything we might know – they do not die so easily. They are ancient, and the names we give them are meant to protect us from the full weight of them.
Once there was an ancient god. We’ll call him Kingu. That is not his name, but it’s a name that we can agree on. A name that will keep us all safe, for he was the death of worlds. Like many gods, Kingu had children, mingling the divinity of his blood with simple clay. The result was a group of people that call himself – even now, thousands of years after the fact – his children.
Enter the world of Mercedes Ketch and see where else her story goes.
The Legend of Mercedes Ketch
The Legend of Mercedes Ketch – Her Father’s Daughter by Aaron Golden
Published by Living Myth Media Inc.
Aaron Golden is a founding member of Living Myth Media, writer of the comics preview and review God of Comics, a sometimes guest on several podcasts, a commentator on politics and philosophy, the creator of the Triune Legacy, a re-occurring contestant on the Live Vancouver Gameshow Geek Interesting, and the author of the Legend of Mercedes Ketch. He’s hosted panels and discussion groups, worked as a script doctor, and survived a number of odd jobs.
An avid gamer of table top and console games, Aaron also reads, goes for long walks, and is convinced that insomnia is a super power. He lives in his head a lot of the time, but can be found wandering the streets of Vancouver, mostly on the North Shore or meandering about downtown when he’s not writing. He can be found online on facebook, tumblr, and twitter.