The only thing worse than dying is never having it as an option.

The Tarimain, the immortal soldiers of God, tasked with fighting on the front lines of the eternal war, uncover a dark demonic plot to raise an army. Atharron, a four thousand year old former ruler of Calnis; Sarah, apathetic, but determined to do her duty; and Luke, a young Tarimai discovering the wonders and burdens of immortality. Together, they make their way through the first half of the twentieth century on the trail of a Great President of Hell and the mysterious Man with the Eyes.

Plymouth, England, 1887

Having escaped an ambush, Luke must discover who, or what, is controlling the police. But is he willing to put his recently discovered immortality on the line for his new allies?

The second Chronicle in the Tarimain series.

~7700 words

‘You let one get away,’ the Man said, as Harrison went to his drawer, avoiding the eyes as much as he could.
‘He will be found,’ Harrison answered. He took out the book and opened it. He wrote the names of each prisoner, their crimes, and other details. It was a mark of his fear and anger that he made three mistakes. He huffed as ink fell from his nib and made yet another blot on the paper. Looking up and across his desk, he saw his letter opener sitting beside a pile of unopened letters. It was not the first time he had this thought, but he had never carried it out. His eyes looked to his right and out of the corners, he saw the Man with his back turned to him. He slowly took hold of the letter opener and turned. He saw the Man observing the noticeboard full of details from his latest cases. Harrison slowly took a step towards him, the letter opener, cold to the touch, grasped tightly in his hand. His training taught him the best places of a man to hurt, to maim, or to kill. He could slice between the man’s vertebrae and sever his spinal column, but he would need to make a blind attack, and the letter opener was not strong enough to cut through bone. He could aim for the heart, but he had the same problem of the bones getting in the way. The best thing he could do was to slit the Man’s throat. That meant he needed to reach in front of the Man, alerting him to the assault. But better that than a failed attempt; it would work if he was quick enough.
Harrison reached up and the Man turned around to look into his eyes. The sergeant forgot his assassination, lost in the fiery abyss of the other man’s eyes.
The Man calmly took Harrison’s hand and removed the makeshift weapon, ‘You had better find him. If you don’t, you know the consequences.’
Harrison looked up and didn’t need the Man’s eyes to be afraid, ‘He will be found.’

UK author JRC Salter trained as a chef and practiced for ten years before quitting to pursue a writing career. His epic series, the ‘Calnis Chronicles’, depict the adventures of different characters surrounding a mysterious artefact.
As well as his main Calnis series, he has collaborated with authors such as Russell Blake and Brandon Hale to produce the themed anthologies ‘End of the Road’ and ‘The Kiss’.
During any spare time, he likes to dabble in photography, build giant Star Wars models from Lego, and make cookies. J has an unhealthy thirst for knowledge, and has been known to waste time on Wikipedia and YouTube.
His main inspirations are JRR Tolkien and Joss Whedon.