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Through the Gates of Wrath
An epic fantasy forged in myth, silence, and warrior poetry.
Beyond the gates, he emerged—bloodied, silent, and far from human.
She saw what others could not.
And so began a reckoning.
Dallet, a lone warrior bearing wounds deeper than flesh, crosses the infamous Steelcrest Mountains—more beast than man, reborn through suffering. Elowen, a tactician of quiet fire and piercing intellect, glimpses the force that breathes beneath his scars—ancient, formidable, and shaped by a path no mortal was meant to endure.
Though fate may orchestrate the meeting, it is will that binds what follows.
Together, they journey through haunted memories, shifting loyalties, and a realm where love is a weapon and silence can roar. Their bond becomes the soul of a saga steeped in solemn power, slow-burn intimacy, and philosophical depth.
The prose is lyrical—scriptural in rhythm, yet visceral in emotional clarity. Dialogues pulse with existential undertones; action scenes strike with graphic elegance. From Draelithar’s veiled underworld to Castaloria’s hallowed courts, the world unfolds as sacred and savage, where the Terrores Austri rise, and ancient beasts lie in waiting—entombed in shadowed hollows, till the turning of the season calls them forth.
At its most resonant moments, the book becomes a meditation on pain, purpose, and the mythic weight of memory.
This is a saga of heroes—scarred by truth, tempered in silence, and awakened through fire.
Not a mere tale, but a forging of legendary souls in shadow—destined to shape the fate of realms.
If you would walk beside a warrior—not only through battle, but into the soul that bleeds beneath the armor—then these pages were made for you.
Enter not solely a legend, but a force—one that breathes with a living pulse.
Through the Gates of Wrath begins The Dance of Force—a character-driven epic fantasy for readers drawn to mythic resonance, warrior souls, and stories where memory is a battlefield, and not all wounds merely bleed.
Some become scripture.
Through the Gates of Wrath
Early Praise
From a pre-release review prepared for the press kit:
In Through the Gates of Wrath, Darktavian delivers a profound and mythic debut that redefines epic fantasy as not merely a genre, but a spiritual journey. This is a novel forged in the fires of philosophy, romance, and war—yet it remains unmistakably personal in its core focus: the battle within.
From the moment Dallet emerges, wounded and silent from the infamous Steelcrest Mountains, readers are drawn into a story that breathes with a living pulse. He is not simply a warrior—he is a soul in tension, walking the razor’s edge between past lives and present purpose. Alongside him, Elowen shines as a rare kind of heroine: fierce, intellectual, and full of compassion that is never naïve. Their bond, written with slow-burn intimacy and emotional depth, becomes the beating heart of the story—one built not merely on fate, but on will, philosophy, and shared vulnerability.
What sets this novel apart is its unique layering: lyrical prose that reads like scripture, action sequences that thunder with clarity, and dialogues that pulse with existential inquiry. From the sacred lands of Draelithar to Anviletta’s haunted roads patrolled by the elite Veilguard rangers—and into the solemn halls of Castaloria—the world is rich, merciless, and tender all at once. It is a realm steeped in shadow and significance.
Both Vast and Vulnerable, Brutal and Beautiful.
Readers will encounter echoes of the Magna Linea Immortalis—an ancient lineage of apex predators who eclipse mankind in force and will. These beasts do not die, but merely slumber, their presence woven through the very fabric of Anviletta’s fate. Behind it all, the Terrores Austri move like a living myth—an army forged in honor of these immortal creatures. Marked by the tri-fin sigil, their rise casts an ever-deepening shadow across the land, their influence growing bolder as ruthless leadership threatens to wake forces best left slumbering.
Yet it is not the world alone that captivates—it is the soul behind it. Darktavian’s voice is poetic without pretension, grand without losing emotional nuance. Every phrase serves a purpose, every silence carries meaning. At its most resonant moments, the book becomes a meditation on pain, purpose, and the mythic weight of memory.
This is a book for those who believe that fantasy can be both vast and vulnerable, brutal and beautiful. It is for readers who seek not just a story, but a reckoning—one that lingers long after the final page.
This book asks something of you… but what it gives in return is greater
It is not a tale for hurried minds or idle hearts. It was written for those who hunger for language that does not bow to trend, but dares to stretch the tongue toward something richer.
Through the Gates of Wrath is epic not only in scope, but in spirit. It is for those who seek not merely a story, but an encounter—
one of contemplation, challenge, and inner reckoning. Its prose is shaped with poetic cadence, drawn from classical roots and deep wells of philosophy. It is not designed to be devoured, but dwelled within—to stir the soul, enrich the ear, and awaken something long slumbering.
If you are drawn to lyrical language, solemn pacing, and layered meaning that rewards immersion, you may well find yourself at home within these pages.
But know this: the path may not always be easy. This tale was never meant to be simply read. It was meant to be entered.
If you seek only the next sword clash, you may feel astray. But if you would walk beside a warrior—not only through battle, but into the soul that bleeds beneath the armor—then these pages were made for you.
And beneath this invitation lies the world itself—its heart, its voice, and the quiet storm that is Elowen.
The Unseen Forces that Shape Us
“What are we, if not one with the untamed forces around and within us—flames and colors both seen and felt, seeking form in a world awakened by meaning?” — Through the Gates of Wrath
Through the Gates of Wrath is not merely a story, but a reckoning. It speaks to those who sense that fantasy must do more than enchant—it must challenge, provoke, and uplift.
This opening volume of The Dance of Force invites readers into a world where myth and memory collide, where silence is forged into strength, and where pain may yet become purpose.
The journey of Dallet and Elowen is not one of conquest, but of inward transformation—an odyssey of sacrifice, memory, and the forging of the self.
Within these pages, the weight of silence, the pull of compassion, and the tremor of unseen forces shape what it means to endure.
Here, storytelling becomes more than fiction; it is a mirror, a forge, and a flame. For those willing to brave its fire, something true awaits.
A Convergence of Forces: Epic Battles, Deep Reflections, and where Myth meets Modernity
In Through the Gates of Wrath—the first song of The Dance of Force—ancient myth and internal struggle entwine in a tale where the sacred collides with the savage. Timeless archetypes move through newly-forged worlds, and legendary figures emerge from trauma and silence to challenge both fate and self.
This multidimensional realm becomes a stage where primal forces clash with quiet truths, where loyalty fractures under the weight of memory, and where the past and present merge into something both familiar and reawakened.
At the heart of it: Dallet, a warrior more beast than man, forged in silence and scarred by memory; and Elowen, a strategist whose clarity cuts deeper than steel. Their bond threads the saga—one born not of conquest, but of endurance, compassion, and the battle within.
Here, action is visceral, but never hollow. Philosophy pulses beneath every blow. The result is not merely a fantasy—but an invitation to enter a world that demands as much reflection as it does ferocity.
Step beyond the gates, and discover the forces that converge within.
What Comes Beyond the Gates
Echoes of the Celestial Path
This is only the first song.
A blade drawn in silence. A memory that bleeds. A force awakened too early—or too late.
But beyond Anviletta’s scorched paths lie deeper trials:
Draelithar, where shadows feed on the echoes of the dead.
The hidden recesses, where beasts do not sleep but wait—silent, ancient, watching.
And far above, celestial forces stir—not gods, but echoes of what was, and what may return.
The saga is only beginning.
The storm is not yet named.
And the silence has not yet spoken its last.
Why I Write
Reviving Ancient Wisdom Through the Quiet Power of Storytelling
Fantasy, for me, is not escape—but engagement. It is the crucible where philosophy breathes, memory bleeds, and silence teaches.
I write to resurrect the voices of those who walked before us—Aurelius, Plato, Socrates. Not as relics, but as living forces. Their wisdom shaped my own life—offering clarity, resilience, and a sense of purpose in a disoriented age.
My ideologies are now deeply aligned with theirs, and I believe these truths are not just relevant—they are necessary. The Dance of Force is my offering: a saga where endurance speaks louder than glory, and the soul is shaped not in comfort, but in fire.
If even one reader finds strength in the pensive silence betwixt my prose, or the thrum of meaning within a scar, then the work is worthy.
