Books by Cristian Zarioiu
Urshe
Under the lidless eyes of the Creators of Light and Darkness, their two celestial Avatars fight to decide the fate of the Universe.
After almost destroying existence in their fury, their mindless battle crashes them onto the only world over which the Creators have no power.
Freed from their Masters' sway, the warriors are trapped on this planet, slaves to their primordial hatred for one another. They realize that should they give in to this hatred, their battle would tear this fragile world apart, and deliver them back into their Makers' clutches.
Guided by a mysterious voice, the two reach an uneasy truce and embark on a journey to find true freedom, discovering that the key to their shackles lies in the hands of a race of much lesser beings that call themselves humans.
Urshe follows the first part of their journey that takes them from primitive society where they encounter the first human, to meeting the first king of humanity, Alulim , the ruler of Ancient Sumer who teaches them how humans view feelings, to ancient Egypt where they learn how they experience those feelings through a young and tempestuous woman named Shemei. Their quest introduces the two avatars to the philosophy of the Greeks, the battle lust of Huns and finally the slums, arenas and majestic villas of the Romans.
On their path they save humanity from the monsters their Creators send through the shield, in attempts to kill them, and life on this world, only to succumb in the end to the hatred which they were so desperately trying to overcome and almost destroy Earth themselves.
The Labyrinth centers around four complete strangers who share a secret. Each of them is plagued by one of their senses, despite the fact that some might consider them super powers.
Dan, declared clinically blind, can, in actuality see through everything, and so, ironically anything. Forced to watch movies on other continents, read books over the shoulders of people half a world away, and fall asleep trying to find dark spots in the Universe, he keeps his eyesight secret, going about with a white cane and sun glasses, assured that he is alone in his suffering.
Sarah, is a brilliant cellist, renowned for her skill in playing but more so because of the fact that she is considered deaf by her audience.
Zack is the fast and dirty talking airway king of the night, spending half of his waking hours broadcasting his radio show in Las Vegas, and the other half trying to drown himself in alcohol. Haunted by his past, he constantly tries to numb his tongue and snuff out his sense of taste that in his mind cost his mother's life when he was a child.
Carly, once a Spanish household name and successful soap opera actress, now spends her nights in a shady strip club, fallen from the spotlight in a cloud of white dust. Hopelessly living from one day to the next, like her counterparts, she tries to hide by ignoring the sense that tortures her, "powdering her nose" in order to clean the smell of smoke from her nostrils. The smoke of flesh burning.
Things change when Zack is visited by a mysterious looking man dressed in black. His harmless appearance makes him almost unnoticeable except for the two round sunglasses ever present on his eyes. The soft spoken child like figure that calls himself the Guardian, quickly reveals that he isn't harmless at all, when he tries to kill Zack and hints at his true monstrous nature.
Things set in motion, and the four, feel an ancient drive in their hearts, to meet one another at all costs. On their journey they discover that this isn't the first time they lived, and that the Guardian has been hunting them down for much longer than they thought.
Barely surviving his relentless attacks, the four realize that there is much more at stake than they could have imagined.
About The Author
There isn't much to say. I'm a 23 year old Romanian who has been writing poetry since 6 years old, and who learn all the English he knows from television. Due to the fact that the Eastern Block countries are, or have been severely disconnected to the rest of the world, I could only peak at it through television, and later on the computer, and had no possible means to get my hands on books written in English, thus, to date, I have never read a book in English. I plan to fix that as soon as I can, but until then, I ask moderation in my readers and critics' minds. The reason I write books in English, is because I want them to be the key between my world, and the one I have always looked at with the desire to inhabit. Previous jobs would include hauling crates, digging ditches and graves ( I lived across the street from a graveyard where we used to play hide and seek), dog training and an assortment of odd jobs that are better left unmentioned.
That's everything I can think of that would matter.
Visit his website where you can see more artwork and read chapters of his books: zdcbooks.com
