Chris Eckhart

Note from the Author

I've updated Close to the Chest. Removed and replaced chapters. Softened the lanugage, and enhanced some of the teathers to the greter universe. It's Republished.

Child of Jakrum and The Lost are currnetly being revised for republication. COJ starts today - give me a month.

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Hidden Perspectives and War of the Creators

This series is primarily horror, with a splash of sci-fi wrapped around it. Parallel universes, multiple versions of the same characters and insatiable creatures.

When a group of friends stumble upon the mysterious Sunken Ocean Hotel, their curiosity quickly turns to horror. Inside, they find an eerily pristine lobby with no staff, no shadows, and no way out. As they navigate the hotel's endless, identical floors, they encounter unsettling phenomena and cryptic clues, leading them to question reality and their own sanity. Each step deeper into the hotel unravels more of its dark secrets, and survival becomes a desperate race against time.

Among them, Derick clings to a scratched coin for comfort, but even that might not save him from the hotel's grasp. With every door they open, the boundaries between past and present blur, revealing a haunting truth about the hotel and themselves. Can they escape the labyrinthine nightmare, or will they be trapped forever in its spectral embrace?

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		UPSIDE: Coming soon

War of the creators is a sci-fi, dark mythos mix. Its about the Oranthis, and the five powerful tribes that live with them. The war of the Turned, along with the war of the Fitzrugi.

Close to the Chest - Republished(V2)
In an instant, love was stolen from me, and with it, my once-hopeful perspective on life vanished into the abyss. Now, Vengeance’s merciless grip defines my existence, my sole purpose to hunt down the man who turned my beloved into ashes, denying her any chance at resurrection.

Living for thousands of years, my memories have become distant, slipping through my mind like time’s sand through my fingers. I can only hold fragments at a time, mere snapshots of our love story that spanned nearly a millennium. Even after she’s been gone for so long, she still possess my heart, the tattered remains of it.

I’m getting sober now, training again, I will regain what I’ve lost, ensuring I have a chance of avenging my love, or joining her. I’m writing these books, to remember, to remember my love, my hate, and why I am the way I am. While the feelings still have stories behind them, before they’re just unknowable reactions to stimulas I can’t understand.

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		LOST MOON: Coming soon