Onslaught of Madness
by Jesse Teller
Series: The Madness Wars - Book 1
Publication Date: October 5, 2019
Publisher: Jesse Teller
Genre: Dark Fantasy
Print Length: 870 pages
Available from: Amazon
The Drine war machine needs to be constantly fed and has turned its sights on Tienne. Warlord Rextur devoted his life to planning this invasion, so how did he lose the element of surprise? And who is this emerging rival Peter Redfist? He can’t be much of a problem. The god of destruction has long favored Rextur. His faith is strong and his legions mighty. Who could withstand their onslaught?
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SPECIAL GUEST POST FROM AUTHOR JESSE TELLER
If you’re not saying something, why talk?
If you’re not dealing with a serious topic that has meaning and relevance, why write at all? When I sit to write a book, I think to myself, what do I need to say to my reader? What can I tell them that no one else is capable of? When I sat down to write Peter Redfist, I knew what that thing was.
I had a son by then, two of them. I had come out of an abusive home. I had been watching parents make mistakes with their kids as long as I had eyes and parents. One factor kept popping up. I called it “Accidental Parenting.” Children were coming to adulthood on accident. They were being raised by parents who were busy doing other things. While parents held down their hobbies, while they worked their jobs and lived their lives, they were accidently raising their kids.
One clear night outside, staring at the moon, an idea hit me: What if we raised our kids on purpose? Sat down and made a list of everything we wanted them to be. Made a plan for when we would teach it to them. When do we start to talk about drugs? When do we show them our flaws? When do we teach them to defend themselves? When do we introduce them to manhood? How long before we show them about death? When is the time to talk about our own childhoods and the effect they had on us?
I started simple. When do I teach my kid how to shake hands? I chose four. Four years old, at 8 o’clock before he went to bed, I had him stand in front of me and talked to him about shaking hands. His mother thought I was crazy, thought he would not need this for years, but still I walked him through it. We talked about what to do and what not to do. We talked about how firm. We talked about every aspect of a gentlemen’s handshake, and I taught it to him at eight o’clock on a Friday when he was four.
He wasn’t shaking anyone’s hand but mine. No man, woman, or child would expect him to be able to give a good handshake. But I chose that time. We practiced. I had him shake with other men and asked them how it went on the days that followed. I chose to teach him at that moment and I did it.
What else? And when?
That was when Peter was born. When I had my son’s hand in mine, talking him through the act of the handshake, Peter Redfist took shape. Maybe I write a character, a child. Make him ten. From the moment he was born, his parents, his culture knew he was going to rule them all. They laid it all on him. They all stood close to train him in every aspect of adulthood. Those who suffered from a temper taught him at age two how to control it. Those who were great warriors began his training at two.
By three, he was at his king’s feet. By five, he was being talked to about his future wife and how it was the most important decision he would ever make. By six, he knew the entire nation’s history. He could recite every member of every noble house in his nation going from present day to the day that house was founded. He knew strategy by age four.
His people lined up to raise him on purpose. They made lists. Crossed things off. They taught him the way I wanted to teach my kids. No accidents. No, “well, we were standing next to a stranger’s dog anyway, so we taught him not to pet a strange dog.” No. We take him on a walk and look for a stranger with a dog, and we don’t come back home until we find one. Every day, a new task. Every day, a new conversation. What if Peter’s people did not allow him to grow, but built him from the ground up? What if they raised him on purpose?
When I wrote Peter I thought about this a lot. I thought about what a world would look like if a man or a woman was built instead of accidently slapped together.
We teach them honor, and he is expected to live with honor since that day. We teach him about willpower, and from that day on, we expect it of him.
Peter was built by his people on purpose. They were a people displaced, a refugee nation living divided and in squalor, so they constructed for themselves a savoir. They did not wait for one to be born. They joined together and, with their hands and their minds, they built one for themselves.
What if we all did that? What if we raised our kids on purpose?
Peter Redfist is an experiment. He is a character in my new release Onslaught of Madness. A boy of ten who has left his people to seek what he calls “the wisdom of the kings.” Seeking things his people could not teach him, things his tribal nation never knew. He has with him two other boys. Another like him, born to be a leader. And then he has Aaron.
Aaron is a boy built with malice, abuse and whipping, a boy hurt in every way that a boy can be. He was allowed to run wild. He is more beast than boy at all, a foul monster of a child who has had to crawl and steal his entire life. Every fine thing he knows was taught to him by accident. Aaron is monstrous. A kin killer, cursed and haunted by his past. He is a victim of hate and cruelty.
Push these two boys together and seal between them a solemn oath. Peter looked his broken friend in the eye and said, “Follow me and I will lead you back to your honor.”
When I, Jesse Teller, heard that promise spoken in my head, I cried. I held my head in my hands and wept, because I had been raised in abuse. I had been raised in dishonor. I was a wild kid, a broken kid. I had been in a gang when I was younger. I had been taught monstrous things. Like Aaron, I had killed my past. I, too, needed what was being offered. When Peter said those words to Aaron, he was saying them to me.
My new release brings to you Peter Redfist. I hold him out to you as an example of a child raised with a goal in mind. I hold him out as an example of what a savior can be.
And I want you to know that in the writing of this series and the ones that followed, this character kept his vow. He led Aaron and me back to our honor. If you need him to, I hope he can do the same for you.
Jesse Teller fell in love with fantasy when he was five years old and played his first game of Dungeons & Dragons. The game gave him the ability to create stories and characters from a young age. He started consuming fantasy in every form and, by nine, was obsessed with the genre. As a young adult, he knew he wanted to make his life about fantasy. From exploring the relationship between man and woman, to studying the qualities of a leader or a tyrant, Jesse Teller uses his stories and settings to study real-world themes and issues.
He lives with his supportive wife, Rebekah, and his two inspiring children, Rayph and Tobin.