Riftmaster: Paperback Release and more!

Hey everyone!

So, after years of writing, drawing, and sometimes crying, the day is finally here. Riftmaster’s physical edition is out, and it looks incredible! With almost 300 pages, 22 miniature illustrations and a story that will tug at the heartstrings of even the harshest reviewer (please prove me wrong!) it’s definitely one to look out for in your local book stores.

Curious? It can also be ordered from Waterstones, or directly from my publisher Elsewhen press.

I thought I’d also take the opportunity to talk a bit about Riftmaster, and share something that has never before been seen. Riftmaster is a story that is incredibly close to my heart; it came from a place of sorrow as well as joy, and was a huge turning point in my battle with depression. Writing it was a cathartic experience, to be sure. But the catalyst for the entire book to take shape was a 350-word flash fiction story entitled The Rifter, written nearly 4 years ago.

After digging that scrappy little piece of paper out of a drawer, I wanted to share it with you all today.

So without further Adieu, here it is.

They call me the Rifter.

The walker of a thousand worlds.

I don’t know why it happens; I haven’t been able to stay anywhere long enough to find out. It all started when I was in my late teens. When I still considered myself human. When the Rift first opened.

I can barely remember that life, but I can remember being dragged away like it was yesterday. I’ll never forget the look on his face as our hands were ripped apart, and the Rift took me.

Since then, I have planted the seeds of advanced civilizations. I have survived worlds beyond primal, and seen utopias that I never could have dreamed of. I have also seen the remnants of kingdoms long since fallen, and watched the last gasp of societies innumerable.

I carry the knowledge of a thousand worlds, and their burdens too. I have been called scientist, mentor, sorcerer, and even monarch. The faces of those I’ve known blur together. Each one of my lifetimes feels more fleeting than the last. Time flows differently in the Rift; a single second can here last a thousand years. Though my life cycle is that of an ordinary human, I have visited the tombs of so many old friends long forgotten to the mists of time.

If you’re reading this, it means that I made it back. It means that I found my way back to Earth, just once, after all these years. But it also means that the Rift has already taken me away again. All these years, I had held out the hope that perhaps nothing had changed. But time moves on. Civilisation advances. Except for me.

Please, bring this note to the park in your hometown. Look to the hill, and twenty steps north of the statue, you will find an old, worn stone. That’s where he lies, though I’ll soon be the only one who remembers.

Maybe he’ll finally find peace knowing that, in 5,000 years, I never stopped looking.

Thank you, whoever you are.

Miles Nelson, age 19, The Rifter

Thank you so much for joining me today; I hope you all enjoyed the tidbits I had to share today. Now that things are starting to cool down, I hope to see you all again next week.

Although, I’m sure that this is only beginning!

Thank you again for joining me on this journey.

This is Miles Nelson, signing off!

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