RENEGADE OF LIGHT
A Reality Based Sci-Fi Thriller that takes the reader
on a rollercoaster ride through the Cellars of the Soul
The fate of the world rests in the hands of a dirty cop. Danny Phelps is counting the five grand he just bullied off some low-level drug slingers when an enigmatic beggar appears out of nowhere and asks for a handout. After telling the bum to buzz off, Phelps is shaken to his core by visions of a mysterious underground base where eight-foot-tall reptilians are torturing and murdering a young woman and terrorizing caged kids. When Phelps flashes back to his young brother’s dead eyes, it tears his guts up all over again. While working on a missing child case, the enigmatic man keeps appearing, each time in different guises. Phelps is unaware that the man's sudden appearances coincide with a massive explosion of divine light originating from the core of the galaxy, light which is now mutating Phelps' DNA so that he can evolve into the next generation human with enhanced strength, speed, senses, intellect and the uncanny ability to travel between dimensions. As Phelps is progressively evolving, he learns that he has been chosen to be mankind's leader against the child-sacrificing Reptilians and their human minions who have collectively infiltrated the highest echelons of power all across the globe. Danny Phelps sees he has a chance for redemption. First, he has to uncover the horrifying truths about human history and the nature of evil. Then confront the mind-bending secret of the enigmatic man’s identity. And finally, he has to become the Renegade of Light, enter the fourth dimension and take the fight to the Draco Empire enslaving mankind. Or die trying. Renegade of Light is a reality-based work of science fiction that takes the reader on a consciousness-expanding metaphysical journey, where mankind’s fate rests on one man’s redemption. If the Twilight Zone and Star Trek had drunken sex, this would be their love child.
Though the novel reveals many ancient and mysterious hidden truths, the primary message it conveys is the understanding that we have never been alone in the universe. In fact, it has always been guided by a group of benevolent races whose sole purpose has been to help free us from the Reptilian-infused ego and base emotions and instincts brought about through their own genetic tampering throughout our existence. Ultimately, the Galactic Federation’s mission is to fulfill our destiny by helping us regain our sovereignty, as a species, in preparation for the divine, consciousness-expanding energy about to envelop the earth which will change us as whole – in the blink of an astonished eye.
Renegade of Light is relatable and experiential as one man is guided to set aside his ego by accepting the shocking revelations behind the true history of the world and the solar system as a whole and accepting his role in the galactic drama. Thus, this story is about the human family and its destiny and our collective liberation from malevolent invaders who had come to our world, in a time, long faded from memory.
This novel resonates with the largest and fastest growing market in the world. We are all on the cusp of great change. It is palpable. This is the most monumental time to be alive in the history of our world.
The great, scintillating spiral arms of the Milky Way Galaxy churned slowly in the vast, cold reaches of space. Each brilliant speck of light within was itself one of an incalculable number of life-sustaining Stars which fed and nourished the innumerable worlds orbiting around them, which in turn, were host to bountiful, sentient life forms.
Hidden deep within the jagged stone faces of the Swiss Alps, in an impenetrable fortress far below the prying eyes or scrutiny of the surface population, two Reptilian officers passed through a series of dimly-lit corridors like a whispering breeze. Weaving their way through the labyrinthine base, they turned down a long, descending dead-end corridor and passed effortlessly through a holographic wall, which to any of their human slaves, would appear completely solid and impassable.
Once through, they stepped into the damp stony embrace of a base far more ancient and more akin to the Reptilian’s native habitat than the human base built upon its foundations. They stopped suddenly before a great black void in the mountain. Within seconds, a bright, pulsating orange sphere made of pure plasma slipped through and approached them. Without the slightest bit of trepidation, the officers stepped through the outermost boundary of the sphere. The forces responsible for its creation saw to it that the occupants were phase shifted directly in the center. The autonomic inertial dampening field system secured the passengers and allowed them to interact as they normally would, even though the sphere whisked into the void faster than the blink of an eye and moved at a rate well beyond the speed of light.
Within seconds, the pair was transported thousands of miles into the Appalachian Mountains in the Continental United States of America, and directly into the massive control room and the monitoring station within, where one of the most ruthless winged white Draco Overlords monitored its Human Resources both in the base and on the surface world with incalculable precision.
Lord Lahniffpsi traced his crooked, pale forefinger along the uppermost edge of the metal chair facing the pulsating crystalline monitor panel that consumed the entire wall. The impossibly-sharp hooked claw carved a deep, even gash across the chair’s length.
The human slave seated in the chair shuddered violently at both the sound and the soul-shattering reverberations cascading throughout his upper back. A bead of sweat rolled down the side of his nose and past his rapidly expanding and contracting nostrils until it slowly collected and pooled at the outermost edge of his mouth. The perspiration sat there for what seemed to be an eternity until it slowly seeped into the crease of his mouth. The sweet, salty taste reminded him of the one terrible truth he had learned, quite by accident, that would haunt him throughout eternity.
Worse than feeling the cold, calculating, dominating presence lurking behind him, was the knowledge and understanding that the extraterrestrial, interdimensional being was absorbing, or more accurately, consuming the fear energy that he was casting off – for it was now, as it had been for millennia, the most sought-after and satisfying, life-sustaining ambrosia.
As if that was not enough to cause the average man’s heart to fail, he then caught its hideous reflection in the immense black glass monitor.
Its overly-large milky-white, muscled cranium supported two even rows of small, dreadful horns which originated from just past the tiny black slits which functioned as nostrils on the edges of its snout, and grew in length and breadth as they wound their way up and over its forehead. There, six great hooked horrors arced back at such angles that they appeared as if they were cutting into the very ether around him.
Lahniffpsi sensed his human slave’s pathetic, beady little eyes regarding him, so he sneered, exposing his wickedly-sharp, serrated fangs which protruded along the entire length of his scaled and tightly-pursed maw.
“Focus your attention on your task at hand, wretch!”
The human slave could feel the impossibly-sharp claw mere centimeters from his throbbing jugular and the rest of his frail, exposed neck which was host to, by now healed, at least a dozen once-terrible gashes inflicted by that very mortal instrument each time he had failed his task master. Though the wounds themselves had scarred over one after the other, the traumatic encounters would never truly heal.
The mere presence of the beastly otherworldly thing behind him nearly completely paralyzed him with fear.