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"I've been fascinated with ancient Asian warriors for many years," says Guy Tang. "This lifelong interest morphed into a futuristic story about strife, heroism and the nature of man, who's been torn between war and peace since the beginning of time." To create his character, Tang used cans of instant tanning spray and hair extensions coated with outrageous amounts of ISO Bouncy Creme, Joico Creme Wax and water to give the look and feel of grimy, sweat-sated hair. He currently works at Salon Republic in West Hollywood and does education for Joico. |
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Far in the future and light years from Earth, a lone Martivite warrior prepares to defend his world against the Sventar, an alien race that has rained terror from the skies for 100 years. With his fellow top fighters now dead or enslaved by the ruthless Sventarians, Malyn is alone, with no one to give him orders; no one to call his name. Even so, he focuses on hopeful thoughts while he battles for the sake of his sister, now living in the darkness of Bekir; his brother, whose mind has been washed clean; and himself. For without hope, there can be no life. And without life, all is lost. |
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The setting suns shower the last vestiges of warmth on Malyn's back. His body is unscathed, although luck played a big role in his wholeness. He gives thanks to Artin, the mighty god of war, for allowing him to fight another day. Who knows? Perhaps Zethyr will send reinforcements from deep within the planet, or perhaps not. "They will come, that much I know," Malyn says aloud, his voice echoing in the vast emptiness. Exhausted, he closes his eyes and dreams of a better tomorrow-one where Sventarians no longer litter the landscape of his once beautiful world-and peace. |
