I published another book (sort of). Again, it’s an EBook available through Amazon. This is a new one called, “The Winds of Chaos.” And again, like “Second Life, Second Chance,” this is another transgender novel. Although that is the ONLY thing these two stories have in common. These are two very different stories.
You can find the book here: https://www.amazon.com/Winds-Chaos-Karen-Singer-ebook/dp/B01KVPGBPG/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8
So what’s The Winds of Chaos about? I guess that’s a fair question.
Mathew Montclair is an ex-Marine and a big hero in every sense of the word. But all his life, Mat has felt wrong about himself and has tried to run from it. He’s tried to hide his problem by becoming the exact opposite of the person he always felt he was on the inside – a woman. Now, after being wounded in battle and gaining one of the worst cases of PTSD the doctors have seen in some time, he’s decided to leave the Marines and become the person he always thought he should be.
His plans were to go home, see his family, then disappear so no one will have to put up with the strain and embarrassment of what he’s going to do. But despite all of Mat’s best planning, things didn’t exactly work out the way he wanted. Despite what he wanted to do with his life, destiny is something that simply won’t be denied. Because Fate needed a hero. And Fate chose Mat.
It may not be that way for you, but it is my hope, that somewhere along the line, you will get so caught up in the story that you will forget you are reading a transgender novel, and in the end, it will leave you absolutely breathless! If not, then I still hope you enjoy it.
Should you read the story and at least feel it’s worth someone else taking the time to read, please leave a comment about it on Amazon so that others can gain from your experience.
Oh, just one other thing. Like most of my stories, The Winds of Chaos didn’t start with an idea or a story plot. It started with words. Words that seemingly don’t have much to do with the story. But the story grew out of those words. Before there was the book. Before there was the concept. Before there was even a main character, the story started with a poem in my head:
The Spider of Fate
The spider of fate clung tight to its web
While the cruel Winds of Chaos blew its artwork to shreds.
When the winds ended and the spider could see
The fates that were altered were hard to believe.
Strands torn asunder and shifted around
Strands wrapped in each other where chaos abounds.
And out in the distance where beauty should thrive
Some strands were ended, and so would those lives.
The web was in tatters, the grand plan was gone
And lives sorely altered would end before long.
The web needed mending, a new plan conceived.
No time could be wasted, too many would grieve.
A hero was needed, a soul brave and true
To carry the load of a burden so cruel.
To carry the burden, but also the blame
For to save all those lives he must live in shame.
Only by being the target of spite
The hero could help them and make them unite.
Only by being an object of hate
Could anyone save them and alter their fate.
“Fate” is a spider that spins fantastic unimaginable webs from the silky strands of everyone’s lives. The glorious artistic webs that it creates cannot be imagined by mere mortals. Mere mortals could never appreciate the true beauty of the webs that are spun.
Around and around fate goes as it creates its amazing webs, wrapping the strands of life in ways that only it can know. Each time the strands touch another, new changes are brought into those lives; changes that represent the spider’s beautiful grand artistic plan.
Fate has but one enemy, one thing alone that can disrupt the amazing beauty of its complicated webs. And that thing isn’t even anything sentient. It is nothing but a storm. A storm of cosmic winds that blow with nothing guiding them. Blowing here, blowing there, blowing anywhere their unseen course may take them. And in their path, the winds leave nothing but change and disaster. For these winds are the Winds of Chaos. Pure chaos, leaving unimaginable disturbances everywhere they touch. These winds, and these winds alone, can disrupt the spider’s grand scheme for everyone. For nothing, not even the Spider of Fate, can resist the touch of Chaos.