Only the most courageous survive the unforgiving Hel Tundra. Will you perish in the frozen lands of monsters, magic, and terror?
Escape to the World of #1 Ranking Fantasy Author
R.T. Stalba-Smith!
The all powerful artifact awaits. Meet Kora and Rhud, two relic hunters and monster slayers roaming the Hel Tundra in search of destiny. In this exclusive reader experience you’ll receive more than you bargained for… staying alive will come at a cost!
A sacrifice must be paid...
But in return, this click your own adventure is yours.
(Along with the novella artifact.)
Be warned!!! — This immersive sequence is not for the faint of heart (nor weary of time). Be prepared to steal away from the realities of our realm to a much grimmer and darker place where only the most fearless readers survive!
That, and I'm running out of headline ideas.
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The sign-up form glitches and disappears.
Or at least, you thought it was a form...
You had to enter information about yourself.
Your contact information? A name? Something about—
You squint and tap your screen in frustration.
A glass mirror shimmers in front of you. Ripples wash out and smoothen to nothing.
"What the hell..." you utter. You're looking at yourself, except you're not really—
The ripples begin again.
Your body pulls towards them.
Calls sound and you realize you're in a stonewall hallway.
You don’t even remember arriving here.
Or how you found this place...
But here you are.
In front of this shimmering glass.
A yell echoes down the hallway.
Something tugs at your mind dully.
Escape…
Imprisonment…
A quest…
More words float upon the glass.
“Do you wish to escape?”
More yells join the first. Their words gnashing at the echoes like rabid dogs. They wash over you and your skin prickles. Goose flesh rises and freezes. The hallway is freezing.
“Do you want to escape?”
Without answering, the words shimmer and change.
“How badly?”
A light bursts into the hallway and an angry guard spots you. “Stop!”
In the light of his flame you see all the other glass veils. Rows upon rows of them lining the hallway.
All with gilded frames.
All with names above them.
All broken save yours.
“Well?”
You look upon the name above your frame. Hel Tundra.
More guards spill into the hallway.
“You’re not the first soul to step through here… nor will you be the last… What is your decision?”
More guards arrive in the hall. Closing in. Weapons brandished. Unintelligible anger ringing the silence. Their anger turns into sense as they realize what you’re in front of.
“Hey, don’t—”
The shimmering glass flashes and you hold your hands up to the light. The glass pulls you in as the guards arrive.
Fire and frost burn through you. Cold heat fills your lungs. You’re flailing in a black void until a single light sparks.
It burns bright.
Brighter.
Brighter.
BRIGHTER!
Your eyes sting.
“How much for a soul?”
The light flares and blinds you.
But not before a great set of jaws are seen...
...
Nothing happens.
Time passes.
You’re not breathing. You’re not dead either. Your heart keeps no beat. You open your eyes.
You need to decide.
Before you is the great set of jaws. It holds a shimmering veil. Hel is inscribed in the jaws of enormous bone. Twice the height of you. Teeth longer than your forearm.
Two blurred figures stand on either side of the bone monstrosity.
“How much for a soul?” they speak.
“But a name,” one says.
“And a place in time,” the other responds.
The jaws shimmer and words appear.
“Beware though, to enter the Hel Tundra is a fate only the most courageous can handle. It is a relentless landscape of horror and terror, fear and violence, strength and hope…”
AI Artwork Disclosure: Full disclosure from me with AI generated artwork for book covers—I can't draw for shit. While I've manipulated the base quite a bit to get this look, it's still there. I also don't have the funds to support an artist to do the required work I'd love to have. I was just born to write. HOWEVER, you can bet your ass once I have the means I'll be replacing these images with beautiful boutique versions and collaborating with a master. Until then, don't wish the wrath of the Serpent god Oros down on me, please.
