Hello Wonderful Readers!
First things first, I want to give big, huge thanks to each and every one of you who read Ravens of Eternity. Whether you read just a handful of chapters or every single one - I appreciate your support greatly. Extra thanks and shoutouts and hugs to those who directly support me as patrons. Without you all, I might have stopped halfway through the novel itself.
Been working on this novel for just about two years straight with a few breaks here and there. Writing the novel energized me greatly, mainly because I’ve had a ton of humanist themes I’ve wanted to explore through writing. You know, like most good science fiction and space opera stories. =)
Ravens of Eternity in particular has so many themes about power, corruption, identity, purpose, and togetherness. I tried my best to weave all of these into the narrative through a myriad of characters, and I hope I was able to accomplish it well.
I’m sure many of you saw the numerous references to all kinds of western and eastern sci fi stories and shows. But plenty weren’t just superficial or offhand references - many were re-examinations of certain themes in those shows and novels. Each arc has its own set of influences, and I hope much of it came through in the writing.
For example, Arc 6 (chapters 161 - 230) was thick with Star Trek influences. The biggest of which being Wrath of Khan (imo the best Star Trek story to ever exist), and its thematic exploration of toxic patriarchy. Khan was a wholly controlling male father figure who never cared about his people, or even his wife - all he cared about was his legacy and his image and him “winning”. I hope you saw similar parallels between Khan and ‘Father’ Grenn.
One of the big things I wanted to highlight all throughout the novel was this idea of Good vs Evil.
In my opinion, this is a narrative tool that waters down human experiences and does us all a disservice. What I mean is that boiling things down to just Good or just Evil isn’t an objectively good way to look at reality. Or at stories in general. Our lives are far more complex and nuanced than just those two aspects, and to paint people or characters as either/or is both lazy and misleading.
Yes, some people are wholly positive, while others are wholly negative (for example, Mister Rogers is considered purely “good”, while Hitler is considered purely “evil”). But for the most part, people aren’t easily divisible in this way. Most people are a little bit “good”, and also a little bit “evil”.
You cannot really have one without the other. Think about some of the greatest and most revered people who have ever lived - few were actually pure or saintly.
Consider Albert Einstein as an example. This person has been instrumental in our fundamental understanding of gravity and energy, and of our place in the greater galaxy. But he was also a racist who held incredibly disparaging views about Chinese and Japanese people. He was also unfaithful to his wife, and cheated on her with his cousin. Who he eventually married.
Do these facts negate his contribution to society? Not really. Do they make him an objectively terrible person? Probably. But seeing him in this light paints him as a fundamentally flawed person who used his knowledge and abilities to further humanity. To say he was “good” or “evil” is to water down the person that he was.
Ignoring Einstein’s negative traits while admiring only his positive traits is a massive disservice to him, and to you. Not saying you should hate Einstein or stop revering his efforts, but just want to illustrate that people are multidimensional. It’s best to see people as more than a cardboard cutout, for good or evil.
To some degree, we’re all like this: fundamentally flawed, but doing our best to make life better.
Instead of painting the characters in the novel with these simplistic brushes, I tried my best to instead show them as varying degrees of Selfless and Selfish. It’s out of these two traits that we can determine all sorts of ideologies. Add on top of that each characters’ dreams and desires, and we get a much better sense of who they are.
Do they lean left or right on the political spectrum? Are they about helping others or profiting off them? When they kill, do they do it to protect, or out of greed? Are they making other peoples’ lives better, or only making their own life better?
IMO, when we see characters with this kind of nuance, far beyond some cookie-cutter “good” and “evil” narrative, we can more easily see people in our actual lives with similar empathy. We can more easily see each other eye-to-eye. We might not agree, but we can humanize each other.
Not saying that we all ought to start loving and accepting authoritarian fascists and objectivist libertarians and self-important narcissists. But we can see what it is they want and why they do the things they do. From there, we can choose more wisely what to do with them. Try to heal, or convert, or fight, or avoid, and so on.
We as a society have a lot to do when it comes to understanding and empathizing with each other. And I hope this book has helped further this sentiment within you. It certainly helped me, even as I wrote it.
That said, I want to talk briefly about the future of Ravens of Eternity. Although the web novel itself is done, it doesn’t mean that the story itself is over. Far from it. I will be spending some time editing and refining what I’ve written here, and will do my best to package it up as a series of light novels.
I plan on making a five-volume set and selling them online. Probably on Kindle or wherever it can go. Maybe Yen Press? I dunno. Send me your recommendations.
While I perform my edits (which should take a few weeks, though I’ll try to be fast), I’ll be brushing up on my drawing and painting skills and creating art around the characters of the novel itself. If you want to check out my progress in this regard, follow me on TikTok - I’ll be showcasing digital artwork through there. Just look me up via my name - CeritusOrbis. Give me a follow and all that.
But what about afterwards, you might ask…
Well, if light novel sales go well, and if I can find an awesome artist, I want to develop a manga version of Ravens of Eternity. I believe wholeheartedly in this story, and I think people would want to read it in this form most.
If you’re one of those people, definitely come support me on my journey. And if this story has affected your life positively, help me reach others who could use this kind of positivity in their lives. I’ll do my best to make it happen, but I can only do so with your help. I’m personally excited to get to that stage.
Whether or not I’m able to shop the story as a manga or w*****n, I’ll be writing another novel, though it won’t be a direct continuation of Ravens of Eternity. Instead, it will be a spiritual sequel, also starring a different form of ‘Godeater’.
It will be a reverse isekai, where the Earth gets overtaken by another planet. The two planets merge and cause everything to turn upside down. Not only that, but the setting will be post-apocalyptic, where the survivors have varying degrees of psychic powers.
Most people will have low-level abilities, such as telepathy and empathy. Some will have incredible powers able to manipulate the physical world with their minds, such as telekinesis and precognition. A handful will be able to literally warp what’s real with a thought (sometimes carelessly).
The novel will explore similar themes of power and corruption, but mostly fresh ones regarding reality and perception. Specifically, the differences between natural reality vs manufactured reality, and truth vs disinformation. Kinda like what we’re seeing politically across the globe.
Thing is that truth is extremely malleable, and people will believe what they want with absolute certainty and veracity. It doesn’t matter if that truth clashes with someone else’s truth.
The problem is that some people have come to understand this difference, and pit people against each other based on their personal truths. Most of the time, these people stoke these differences for their own profit. That’s what I want to explore in the next novel.
I think it’ll be really exciting to read, and I think you will really enjoy it.
Last but not least, I will be publishing my stories for free in the future. I’ll be putting it up publicly on Royal Road, Scribblehub, T***s, Moonquill, and so on. I’ll probably still put it up here on GN, but it’ll be completely open and free. If you have any more suggestions where to publish, let me know.
In any case, that’s pretty much a wrap on this novel. I hope you all enjoyed reading it, and I’ll see you all soon in the next iteration and the next novel!
Peace!
Eva’s eyes blinked slowly as she woke in a light haze. As consciousness filled her mind, something told her that things just weren’t quite right. She realized that she wasn’t in her own bed, or even in her own clothes. Instead, she was wearing some kind of skin-tight, pressurized medical suit that covered every inch of her from the neck down. And then, words materialized in her mind’s eye, as though there was a literal computer screen inside of it. — WELCOME — Eva shot upright in absolute alarm at the sight of it, but immediately hit something with a BANG! “What the f…” She rubbed her head after she hit the spotless clear canopy above her, which felt far more solid than glass. “What in hell is going on here?” she cried out. She looked around her frantically, and saw that she was in a cocoon-like, egg-shaped bed about the size of a twin. It was covered in sterile sheets that reminded her of beddings found in a hospital. To each of her sides, just where the glass canopy met the
Eva’s heart thumped steadily as she ran into the busy emergency lifeboat chamber. Once there, she instinctively stepped to the side out of the way to catch her breath, but found that she really didn’t need to. Although her breathing was heavy and labored, she was actually far from tired. Not only that, but she could physically see her stamina bar recharge through her DI’s internal display. Her breathing eased as it rose up, then went back to normal once it topped out. At which point, the stamina bar vanished. “That’s ridiculously nice,” she breathed out. “Could I maybe improve that?” Of course, her DI replied. All people are able to increase both their maximum stamina pool, as well as increase their regeneration rates. “And how do I do that?” Through the act of exerting effort. The more you do, the more you gain. Obviously. “Well that makes sense, I guess.” As she chatted quietly with her own DI, she watched the lifeboat chamber all around her. The room itself was a semi-circu
“Hey you, with the moves!” shouted a crewmember. “Get yourself in a boat already! We don’t have the time for any of this!” Eva nodded before she dashed over to a different lifeboat and ducked inside. The lifeboat was long and thin, like a sausage. And also extremely cramped. There was a gangway down the middle that led straight to the pilot’s chair, which was currently empty. There were seats on both the left and right of the gangway, in pairs and in three rows. So basically, six seats on each side. The seats themselves were bucket-like, and had six-point harnesses that kept the passengers strapped in tight. She swiftly made her way past the anxious passengers and secured herself the only remaining seat up front. Next to her was a teenaged Asian girl who was small and slender. She also had black hair like Eva, but hers was long and straight rather than shoulder-length and tousled. More importantly, she was also wearing the same pressure suit, which made Eva wonder if she was also a
Eva shook herself out of her reverie and got back to reality. She switched the live feed to show what was happening back at the station, and what she saw was a grand spectacle. She quickly decided to analyze the situation and study the battle in greater detail. It oughta be useful to watch how things play out, she thought. I'll probably be in these sorta situations plenty of times down the road. This really could be useful later. The station was surrounded by a handful of cruisers, each accompanied by a few dozen fighters. It didn't look good from any angle. The station looked almost exactly like the game counterpart: a huge rotating disc-like hospital-hab with a docking ring that circled its perimeter. Its gigantic Tetragrammaton Technologies logo was painted on each side of the disc, and made it look like a massive coin. The only difference between this and the in-game version was that it had far less turret emplacements. This made things much harder for them to fend off the s
Eva grit her teeth as she took command of the lifeboat's control deck. With a few deft movements, she deactivated the autopilot and glanced over its flight capabilities. She quickly tested the maneuvering thrusters with some light movements, but quickly shook her head in disappointment. "Not fast enough," she exclaimed loudly. "The launch thruster already expended all its fuel, and the main thrusters on this thing are garbage! It's like flying a sausage." Instead of sitting idly, she quickly turned the boat away from the cruisers and maxed out the main thrusters. Since only capital ships had jump drives installed on them, they had no choice but to run as fast as they could, the old fashioned way. The lifeboat surged forward, but the acceleration was incredibly short-lived. The thing shuddered slightly, as though that was about all the abuse it could take. In a few short seconds, the boat had already hit its peak acceleration. Meanwhile, the fighters that were attacking the other li
Eva grit her teeth as she took command of the lifeboat's control deck. With a few deft movements, she deactivated the autopilot and glanced over its flight capabilities. She quickly tested the maneuvering thrusters with some light movements, but quickly shook her head in disappointment. "Not fast enough," she exclaimed loudly. "The launch thruster already expended all its fuel, and the main thrusters on this thing are garbage! It's like flying a sausage." Instead of sitting idly, she quickly turned the boat away from the cruisers and maxed out the main thrusters. Since only capital ships had jump drives installed on them, they had no choice but to run as fast as they could, the old fashioned way. The lifeboat surged forward, but the acceleration was incredibly short-lived. The thing shuddered slightly, as though that was about all the abuse it could take. In a few short seconds, the boat had already hit its peak acceleration. Meanwhile, the fighters that were attacking the other li
The five aggressive pirate cruisers were steadily advancing on the warship Diomedes' portside flank, their intentions quite clear. They were no doubt preparing to attack the battleship, even though they were technically outgunned. "Time to space some Feds," snarled the lead pirate captain as he rose from his chair. His officers looked at the MFDs before them and reviewed the battlefield that lay right ahead. Various readouts revealed critical information as they scanned for weaknesses to exploit. They all looked like they were itching for a fight, and some were even visibly trembling from the anticipation. "Aye, sir," replied one of the officers. "The railcannon's primed for a full power shot." A sly grin curled up from the captain's lips. Terra Nach Mar railcannons were among the best capital ship weapons in the universe. Their ability to penetrate armor was second-to-none, and the captain was confident that a barrage of five rail shots at a hundred percent would puncture even a
One of the pirate cruisers was torn in half by a devastating explosion. Flames licked at its edges, even as the unrelenting void of space snuffed them out. And even though the cruiser itself was beyond beaten, the Diomedes hardly slowed its barrage. The battleship continued to pelt the cruiser with savage intensity, as though it needed to ensure the enemy’s outright erasure. Nearby, dozens of pirate fighters were deeply entangled with the Federation fighters and were also losing terribly. Their tactics of shock and awe certainly worked against the station and its meager defenses, but were hardly a match against highly trained and battle hardened pilots. Their chaotic sleight-of-hand tactics were of little use in a protracted engagement, and those shortcomings emerged more and more as the fight drew on. On the other side of the Diomedes, the pirate cruisers who were scooping up the evacuees were also experiencing their share of troubles. Since the start of the fight, they had been