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Things Grak Hates is a robust psychological satire full of emotion, dry humor, and hidden meaning. It’s an unconventional cross between Animal Farm, A Confederacy of Dunces, and an evil version of Forrest Gump. Here’s the synopsis:
Grak hates things. Lots of things. And with a peculiar intensity too.
Grak’s contempt is so strong, in fact, that it often leaves his fellow tribesmen bewildered. And when attempting to describe his personality, they find themselves in need of words with greater nuance. “Neurotic” is typically used. “Sociopath” and “narcissist” are also common terms. The most popular descriptor, however, is “pathological.”
Grak, on the other hand, sees his situation in a rather different light. He finds his behavior “necessary” and “selfless,” or even “benevolent” when his mood is just so. Most often, though, he simply attributes his nature to “being human.”
But of all the things Grak despises, his antipathy for olives takes precedence. In his efforts to be rid of this nuisance, he gets his first taste of power and ignites a series of events with troubling consequences. Unwilling to give up his newfound influence, he sets about honing his only true talent: manipulation. But as his grip tightens, Grak’s naively selfish exterior crumbles to reveal a dark and malicious evil …
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“The ablest writer is only a gardener first, and then a cook: his tasks are, carefully to select and cultivate his strongest and most nutritive thoughts; and when they are ripe, to dress them, wholesomely, and yet so that they may have a relish.”
—– Augustus William Hare and Julius Charles Hare
“Metaphors have a way of holding the most truth in the least space.”
—– Orson Scott Card
Here’s an excerpt from chapter 15 of Things Grak Hates. Don’t forget to pre-order your Kindle copy or pre-order the hardcover here:
Grak’s thoughts are interrupted by a steadily rising noise coming from somewhere off in the distance behind them. What began several moments ago as a low, indistinct rumbling, now bears an eerie resemblance to the sound of running feet.
A thousand fearful thoughts race through Grak’s head as he turns to identify the source. His eyes widen and his stomach sinks. They must have come from the tree line. And they’re closing in fast. Grak can’t make out any faces, but he has little doubt.
“Cordo!” shouts Frolan, rage burning in his eyes.
Of course the wretch would strike now. While our forces are split. He must have been waiting for this. Probably orchestrated the whole thing with those strangers and their scum-filled smoke!
“Frolan!” Grak’s shout is unnecessary, given the man’s proximity, but urgency takes precedence. “Launch the defense protocol!”
Frolan removes the horn from his belt and gives it a single, powerful blow. The sound carries over the open terrain, likely to meet little resistance before reaching the guards on the trail.
“Every great writer is a writer of history, let him treat on almost any subject he may.”
—– Walter Savage Landor
Here’s an excerpt from chapter 16 of Things Grak Hates. Don’t forget to pre-order your Kindle copy or pre-order the hardcover here:
“Fire!” comes the shout from many voices at once.
The alarm sounds again: seven blows to signify “an urgent threat posed by an individual or group.” Grak sighs.
Maybe we should change the alarm system. Far too complicated as it stands.
He sighs even deeper.
Oh, but what does it matter? I’ve lost control, Lago. Eighth fire in five days. And how many unauthorized killings in that time? I’ve lost count. Perhaps you were right. But I was so certain Escha’s announcement would calm things.
Grak peers outside. He’s learned it’s best to stay in his tent when danger abounds in camp. Too many people running around. Too much violence. He closes the flap.