SciFi - Adventure
A 6'5" starship captain flees a lost war and lands on Earth in 1600s feudal Japan. Imagine the possibilities!
Culture Clash! A tall white man from an advanced space traveling culture lands in primitive 1600s feudal Japan. The disparity is obvious. Will this race of war-like 5'8" people see him as a god from the heavens or a demon from the skies? Will he defend or perish? Which will it be?
This book made the first cut in the Amazon Breakthrough Novel Awards for 2013.
Kendrick - a starship captain forced to flee across the galaxy.
Gogenko - a pedantic shukido (area protector) trained in the tradition of Bushido, the Way of the Warrrior.
Kenshi - Gogenko’s cousin, fellow martial arts student, and shukido to Honashi Village.
Doiyoko - the beautiful if untraditional oldest daughter of the Honashi Village leader.
Will they be fast friends or formidable foes?
Read an excerpt below.
***** Great fun! This book is just a lot of fun! With flavors of Samurai and Steam-punk adding spice, it rocks along from delight to surprise, and all along it is highly satisfying. Oh, on first reading, towards the end I thought maybe it bogged down. But it is the sort of book you want to re-read as soon as you finish it, because it was just so much fun. And I found out I was wrong: the story continues apace, right to the last page. And the ending is a pure delight. Don't peek, you won't get it. But I can assure you: it will give you huge satisfaction, and you will be glad you chose to read this book. ·· William Fletcher
**** ...Overall, this is a entertaining book on many levels. Those who enjoy reading about real-life and and science fiction technology will enjoy the technical parts. Those who like laser fights and battles between uneven forces where the underdog must overcome long odds will enjoy the battles. Those who like strong women who overcome social barriers and can hold their own will enjoy Doiyoko, Kendrick's love interest. Those who enjoy a little mystical and technological awesomeness in their main character will love Kendrick. And, finally, those who enjoy humorous situations and camaraderie will find more than a sufficient dose in this book to satisfy their funny bones. ·· Patricia Hamill on Goodreads
***** Exciting - this is the most appropriate word to describe Exile. Author R.L. Kiser put a bit of everything in the story. Apart from the prime sci-fi adventure theme, there is romance between Kendrick and Doiyoko, the beautiful but unconventional eldest daughter of the Honashi Village leader. There is also a fairly healthy dose of humor packed into this story. I do appreciate the way it is written in two parts: Kendrick's first arrival and his developing relationship with his new friends in part one; how he copes with his new life years later in part two. I think this approach maintains the good pacing of the story. Simply put, Exile is a stellar work from Kiser, with appealing characters and an absorbing tale. ·· Lit Amri for Readers' Favorite
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Kindle · Nook · Tablet - 256 Pages - $2.99
Twenty five feet into the woods from the clearing where the others were playing tug-o’-war with the mule was a stand of evenly spaced large oak trees. Doiyoko danced around them from one tree to the other fending off blows from the two katana wielding mercenaries, or bandits, whichever they were. Only by blocking a blow and spinning, running to the next tree was she able to keep them from slicing her in half. And they were only toying with her. Definitely professionals. Kendrick raced toward them but the one closest to him heard him coming and dropped to one knee deftly avoiding his clumsy sweep with the katana. As Kendrick rushed by, the blade cleaving only air, he knew he made a mistake.
As the bandit rose he twirled bringing his katana level with Kendrick’s back, arms extending as he spun. Kendrick barely had time to dive forward, his momentum aiding him, but even so the other man’s blade passed within micrometers of his back. Kendrick went down on his face rather than in a roll as he should have, knowing it was another mistake. He rolled immediately to his right over the katana and his bad arm as the other man’s blade stabbed into the ground where he was, the sharp steel missing him by inches. He tucked his legs up and threw himself over backwards coming up with the katana in both hands held vertically in front of him, a natural defensive posture. And it was that for good reason because his opponent was already swinging his blade at him.
All in a flash of thought Kendrick calmed his mind, concentrated on only one thing, his opponent, remembering all the things he learned from Gogenko and Kenshi, and even Doiyoko. He let those learned instincts take over and his muscles responded automatically. The other blade crashed into his and sent a shockwave up through his injured arm. Had he not taken that split second to set his mind the pain would have been devastating.
Kenshi worked with him so patiently for a long time instructing him in not only the physical moves, but more importantly the mental and spiritual concepts behind his brand of martial arts. A warrior was not just a man with a weapon. He was the weapon, the fine steel in his hands an extension of himself. Whether a long bladed katana, long knives, short blade, stick, rocks, or hands, feet, elbows and body, the man himself was the weapon. There was only one objective, vanquish your opponent. Think of his moves before he does. He was a body of electrical energy, Kenshi called it Ki, and the body was capable of only so many moves. Your opponent would broadcast his thoughts and you could know his moves if only you were attuned to him.
There was no joy, no pain, no try, just do. He instructed him, with Doiyoko’s welcome assistance, in the way energy flows through the body. The ‘power points’ where energy generates within the body and flows out through channels. He was subconsciously doing this to heal his injured arm and other bruises without realizing it. Now his body felt charged, his mind more alert than before.
Even so, there was an inner fear lurking somewhere in his being. Oh, granted, he vanquished his own enemies when they tracked him, the battle up at the mines. But that was different. It was the enemy he knew. Now, in front of him, was a well-trained warrior of a different sort. He knew what Kendrick knew, only better. This was the first time he faced such an opponent face to face in a life and death struggle. It was decidedly different.
In the same flash of thought he identified the fear, tore it from his thoughts, and flung it away. He saw clearly his opponents’ next move and brought his blade, still vertical, to the right and moved slightly to his left. The other blade flashed down only to meet Kendrick’s as he tilted the blade with his wrists down toward the guard hoping to catch the other man by surprise and maybe scoring a hit. It worked. The other man’s blade was thrown down and slightly to Kendrick’s right leaving him to pull his own blade back across the man’s arm above the wrist. The man was wearing wrist and forearm guards but Kendrick’s finely made blade, one of the best in the land, easily cut through the thick leather and bright red blood oozed through the band.
The mercenary, hired by the bandits, wondered who was this lazy, tall stranger in front of him with a katana? Such a weapon, and such a fine one as this, was generally given only to warriors with many years of training and in the service of someone important. A warlord, or ruler of a region, or shukido. Those trained in the ways of Bushido, the Way of the Warrior. He had never seen a man that looked like him before. Especially one so big. Despite his size he moved well, as if he, too, was trained in the ways of Bushido. Maybe that’s why he had the katana. But where could he be from?
He looked clumsy at first, rushing by the way he did with such a clumsy sweep of the blade. And the way he fell on his face. The mercenary wanted to laugh. But his training forbade him from taking an opponent too lightly. And a good thing, too, because the big stranger surprised him. The cut on his wrist was deep enough he could feel it, even through the thick leather band. And the girl! She was no simple village maiden. She handled that long knife and that finely made hunting knife like she was born to it. Who were these people? But these were questions for later. He had a foe to vanquish. But that would prove to be a more difficult task than anticipated.
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