A lifetime ago, Stefano Vasco Terenzio saw one way to maneuver his family into a game of betrayal against an unbeatable enemy; walking into a bullet.
A generation later, what started with one man’s ego will determine the fate of the whole word.
For centuries The Brotherhood and their Gods, the Anunnaki have hidden in plain sight among us. For centuries they have lied, sacrificed man by the thousands, and manipulated humanity into their service.
As the clock ticks closer to December 21st, 2012, they will stop at nothing to keep their control of planet Earth.
In the thrilling sequel to Synarchy Book 1: The Awakening, the end is only the beginning. Secrets emerge that will challenge the core of everything you think you believe.
All the while a team of scientists must make sense out of the fantastical, and the tenuous link holding together the one family that can save humankind, shatters.
Q: Do you write on a computer or with pen/pencil and paper?
A: Both actually. Sometimes I’m just in the mood to step away from the electronics and hammer things out in a notebook. I’ve got quite a few lying around, fill of ideas and various scenes.
Q: Biggest Career Surprise
A: The possibility that my books just might be made into a movie. Fingers crossed!
Q: Where do you see yourself in 10 years?
A: Raising a son, running a media company that specializes in radio, tv, and video games, while traveling the world and writing more books.
Q: What’s next for you?
A: Books 3 and 4. I’m also working on a webisode series called The Fallen based on a concept I briefly touch upon in Synarchy Book 2.
Q: Who is your favorite author?
A: Dean Kootnz. Love him.
Q: Writer’s Block – If you have ever experienced it – how did you resolve it?
A: Writing is a business to, so when I’m not feeling particularly creative there are always other things I can do. I’m pretty good with time management so if I’m feeling stuck on a particular scene I’ll set it aside and work on marketing, or some other project instead. I’ll usually find my inspiration again in a day or two. I don’t force it, it comes when it comes.
Have you ever abandoned any books/novels in progress?
Q: How did you feel holding your book in your hands for the first time?
A: Surreal. It’s amazing that finished product in your hands. A truly great moment.
Read An Excerpt
“We’re villains, as much as we are capable of being heroes. When the moments come that we can we soften the blow of our sins, we’ve got to take them.”
-Stefano Vasco Terenzio
December 20, 2012- 11:44 PM
Oak Alley Plantation
It came down in thick heavy sheets, bulleting from the sky, drenching the ground that could only absorb so much before it leaked up from the grass, and quickly became the swamp that was so common in the area. The glare of headlights cut through the rain, illuminating the porch of the antebellum mansion that was now empty.
Caesar climbed out of the car, whistling. He snapped open the trunk and stared with vicious glee down at Vasco, whose hands Caesar had taped behind his back. Caesar reached inside and hauled the other man out, half dragging him through the puddles of water, and shoved him in front of the stairs, facing the house. “I thought you‘d want to see it one more time before you died.”
Vasco’s eyes traveled slowly over the elegant, old fashioned structure. It had once been her home, before she—
His jaw hardened. A lifetime ago, he had made love to her against those columns, often after he’d shot a few people out among the centuries-old oaks. For a fleeting moment, his eyes softened at the phantom images.
“You know, she and I had some good times here after you got popped.” Caesar grinned at his own memories.
Vasco’s eyes narrowed, jealousy and fury coiling hotly in his gut. His fingers fisted around the piece of glass hidden in his palm, and sharp edges cut into the tape and his skin, the blood washing away with the force of the rain.
Caesar turned him around so they were facing each other. “I don’t get you, Vasco.” He took a step back, pulling the gun out from the waistband of his pants. “Why? Out of all of them, I never thought you would choose this.”
The hatred in the depths of Vasco’s eyes was unhidden as he regarded Caesar. It was their destiny to be enemies, their agreement for this lifetime. He was fully committed to honoring that agreement. “Choice, Caesar,” Vasco said over the noise of the storm. “I never made anyone do anything. They always had a choice. You—Them—you take the fun out of the game when you take that choice away. But the better, less noble reason is I just don’t like you. Or your masters. I never have.”
Caesar shook his head. “I’ll never understand you Terenzios. I won’t miss you, either.” The thunder growled, a flash of lighting exposing the malevolent gleam in Caesar‘s eyes as he pressed the muzzle of the gun against Vasco’s temple.