(The Reaper Series Book 1)
By: John Paul Bernett
In the Realm of Death walks a creature with an unpronounceable name. He severs your mortal cord in his realm and you die in yours. Revelations describes him as the fourth horseman of the apocalypse riding his pale horse. The Grim Reaper. The ferryman, he has many names depending on your religion. The truth of the matter is his name cannot be spoken with a human tongue for he was doing his reaping long before humans inhabited this world.
The reaper system has been working since time began, and working perfectly. Until now, the turn of the twenty first century; and the youngest of the three gods of death has decided to change the system. This change could bring on Armageddon. This change could doom humankind. As I’ve already said his name is unpronounceable; I call him Atkinson and you already have had dealings with this beast. You know that feeling when you are falling in your sleep, and you wake just before you hit the ground. That is Atkinson twanging your mortal cord that one day he will cut in his realm and you will die in yours.
As midnight chimes in the new century an uncontrollable beast waits to take control and to bring darkness upon the land and the only thing in it's way is a police officer, an accountant, a pathologist, a young reporter and Sarah (Known to her alternative friends as Slab girl). Can humans battle angry gods? We shall see, let battle commence.
The man behind the book
A strange title for most people but not for me. I am not the usual kind of writer and I have only been published late in life. I suffer from the worst kind of dyslexia. Two kinds in fact. I know have a little understanding of this affliction but am no longer held back by it. In fact when 'Atkinson’s Adversary' is published in December 2014 it will be my seventh published book in two and a half years. This is by no means a boast it's just a statement of what can be achieved if you stop hiding your past and move on.
At school I was labelled a dunce because I struggled with my 3 R's. I could not read, write or do sums (maths). I was an achiever in Art, I had no problem whatsoever describing what I saw with paint and a brush. I could describe in fine detail what I wanted to paint and then paint it, I just couldn’t write it down. That is in a way that people other than myself could read it. I know the words but when I look at a page of writing as soon as I turn the page I have lost all the information that I have just read. Also as I look at the page it is as if the ink of the letters begins to run down the page or words grow large then small and even disappear entirely.
At home I would draw pictures out of my head and then write a story about it. Some of these stories were twenty or thirty pages long. Once finished I would tear them up or burn them for fear of someone seeing them. I could not go through the laughter that I received from the children and teachers at school again.
I hid the fact that I couldn't read for many years. Then one day I got a computer with the wonderful spell check and I became a typing fool. Still nobody was allowed to see any of it until one day I was typing and my new wife Beverly came into the room and saw what I had written. I was embarrassed and tried to turn the computer off. She stopped me and said what I had written was good and she encouraged me to do more. I came clean and told her about my problem with reading and for that matter writing.
This was a turning point in my life because when she lived in America, Beverly was a radiology transcriptionist and she could type 150 words a minute. That day she said to me to start writing and she would type it up for me and put all the full stops and comers and the like where they needed to be. This is when she said to me There's no wrong just write your story down and I will edit it for you, and that is what we have done ever since.