Brotherhood (Amber Light Series, Volume 2)

Brotherhood (Amber Light Series, Volume 2)
Spells of magick and wonder as two opposing forces fight for superiority with love stuck in the middle. Masumi learning new spells is working hard to get back the love stolen from her. The order of the Guardians is revealed to her. The steps taken towards a whole new world can not be undone.
In the meantime Mark is being taken farther and farther away.

The world of Amber Light opens up to show who is fighting for what. The rules of the game change as one is mortally wounded.

Reviewer: I am a pagan and the ceremonies in the book ring true to the craft. The use of light and runes for the magick spells holds true to their intended use.
pagan, druid, sorcery, fantasy,wiccan


Memories Front Row Lit blog posting

I would like to say thanks to Adam at FrontRowlit Blog for the following. It makes me proud to find people as kind as him and hope to return the favor.

Memories by Omar P. Pena

Author on Sunday, April 29, 2012 · Leave a Comment


The time is now. The place is Japan and Mark is living the only life that he knows or can remember. He does not spent any more time away from his box like apartment than is needed. That hermit style life that he has chosen for himself is about to change.

It all is about to change because of her. After who knows how long he has found love again or is it the same love. All he knows is that Masumi has the eyes that he yearns for. Masumi herself comes with a past that she herself does not even know. Their world is about to unravel to show what lies behind this plain natural world we think we know.

 Memories: kicks off the Amber Light series in a way never done before. Dive into this story head first for the world where everything is what it is unless it isn’t what it is. Follow the lives of these two young lovers as they piece back together the little happiness that we all strive to have.


She had stayed awake all night sitting in a corner. She would not leave the room where it had happened for fear that it would be gone in the morning. For who ever it was that had done this was clearly after something. The doctor that had brought them together was suddenly gone and now the sudden attack.

The taking of her love.

What did they need him for?

Why was she spared?

How was she to find them when she did not know who they were?

These questions ran across her mind as the first rays of light started to creep into the room. The light had started to reveal a scene that was hard to bear. What she thought were shadows strewn across the floor from some unseen source were in fact spatters of blood. It was almost as if beast had fought for supremacy. As she the image of blood started to become a reality in her mind copper taste of it touched her senses.

Having spent enough time in a hospital she new it to be real blood and not a dream as she had hoped. Slowly she stood and new that she did not have much time before the street outside became crowded with people, one of them would surely call the police and there would be questions. The questions would not stop coming until she provided an answer, answers that she could not provide. This fact she knew clear as the light that was coming on stronger now.

She started from the corner where she sat. Scanning the area she started picking up the scene and her imagination started filling in the gaps of what must have happened.

Someone was thrown against the far wall with force. Another must have been thrown over the desk nearest her. This was evident to the fact that the desk looked out-of-place and the chair behind the desk was shattered. A piece of the broken chair was missing. To her utter horror it lay close to the stairs covered in blood. There were drips of blood leading towards the door. Who ever was bleeding tried to leave only to be suddenly side swiped into some left over file cabinets breaking one.

Fear got the better of her and tears washed away the images. She had to scan the area for clues to what had happened or what was missing from the day before. It looked as if something was drug back down the stairs bleeding. Only now had she noticed her own footprints in some of the spattered blood on the stairs. There was also a missing desk from near where she had found the legal paper.

The puzzle had started to fall into place. They had stumbled into a robbery. They must have. Why else would someone want Mark and not her?

They must have taken him for questioning and she new that time was not a luxury she had. The police would hold her for questioning all the while her love that had found her twice was now lost. She would not sit back and let the hands of fate have their way with him. This time she did not have the courtesy of a lost memory and in that found her resolve.

She quickly gathered every piece of paper she could find. Among the papers she found part of a torn cloth. Not knowing what it was from she decided that at the very least it could be used to bundle together her findings. As she wrapped the papers together she noticed a small glimmer out of the corner of her eye.

She froze.

It seemed as if years had passed and she was stuck frozen like a statue waiting for that glimmer to attack. It never did. To her surprise she had just noticed that part of the wall was damaged from the fighting and a glimmer was coming through. Holding her package to her chest she walked towards the wall.

The light from the wall was abnormally strong. There must have been a secret room behind the wall with a strong light turned on because this was not sunlight coming in. This light was stronger. But how could there be a room if this was the wall adjacent the alleyway. Something was definitely not normal here. Still she could not stop herself from approaching the wall.

To her relief there was no hidden room but merely a small crawlspace.

Her sense of reality had been challenged enough for a lifetime she thought. But still she found herself crawling through this hidden passage with her bundle of papers held tightly to her chest. Somehow she new this was where she had to go. The passage went on for a few hundred meters before opening up to a courtyard.

The house was small and did not bear anything fancy. In fact it looked out-of-place in the center of this fabulous courtyard. There should have been a mansion sitting in the center or some grand building in order to justify the sheer vastness of the space. Yet there was a quaint small house which did not look bigger than a three bedroom one story home. The walls of the courtyard were high and with no tall buildings around it became apparently clear that no one was meant to look inside. Why would someone want such privacy? She felt that she needed to be in this courtyard.

“I followed this passage from my doctor’s office.” she muttered her excuse.

She rehearsed it in her mind over and over to make sure that she was ready to answer it at the first question posed to her for being in this secluded place, this sanctuary from the harsh life of the city.

“Take heed child you will not need such an excuse here.” a warm voice called out to her.

“What, I didn’t say anything.” She responded.

‘Had she been talking to herself?’ the thought came as quickly as the realization that she had not been. Looking around she found that she

was alone in the courtyard.   ‘Was the stress too much for her?’ Her

thoughts continued to stress her even more.

“Don’t worry you had not been speaking dear child. I read your mind.”

The voice said again. “Please do not be scared and come into the house we have much to talk about.”

Masumi found her need to find out was more than the need to be scared at what was happening. She held her package tight to her chest and started to walk towards the house. As she stepped closer the house which was simple before started to show unique markings along the wood banisters and columns, each step had what appeared to be Druidic markings but the hand railings carried markings which looked Egyptian.

On the walls were writings that she had never even seen before. Not even in doodles of the major fantasy movies had she ever seen these.

They looked almost artistic by nature. As she approached the door she felt compelled to continue. There was no sense of foreboding or as we would call it a fight or flight feeling. She felt at peace. The door opened almost instantly when she had reached for the knocker. There in front of her stood a simple old woman. She could have been anyone’s grandmother as she stood there holding a tray of lemon bars. Masumi stepped into the home which looked more spacious in the inside than it had from the outside.

The little old lady led her towards the sitting room. As this house was of classic design there was a sitting room where guest would sit for tea. Clearly this woman had spent time in the United Kingdom to learn some fineries of human civility. She was not clouded by suspicion as she walked quietly ahead of Masumi.

About the Author

I was born in Mexico but raised in California. The dark fantasy has always attracted me even though as I grew up I was never able to find a good balanced one to my likes. It was not until I was a sophomore at UCR that I was able to meet up with a friend who introduced me into the world of D&D. It was Raistlin that would drive my thoughts into creating a world based on magic that was more this world than one which is lost to the annals of time.  I have always loved writing and even though I tend to jump the gun I find that my stories are character based and charged with a lot of emotion. I have been told that a writer should not let their emotions enter into a characters line or who that character is to be. I think that is wrong.

I have always avoided being told what to do or what is the norm.

Though there are lines that must be followed (ie grammar) everything else is free range. I have chosen to breathe life into my characters and be every bit of them as they are of me.

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Free book promotion as the second in the series awaits Kindle Publication

Brotherhood Amber Light Series Volume 2 will be on Amazon in about 12 hours or so. Here is a shot of the cover. The paperback will be available in a week.
Check out book 1 in the series as it is free now.
It is a fantasy book dark in nature. The magick used through the book is more wicken vs the traditional Harry potter stuff. The book is character driven vs the spoon fed stuff that is handed out by the big corps. I hope you enjoy it.

The Proofs Of my Books came in

They were a hard two weeks. But I feel that I blew through them in style. I took a short trip and when I returned I was so happy to see the big brown package shoved carelessly in my mail slot. I knew what the package was and I knew that I wanted to savour the moment. I didn’t of course. Like a poor child with a free piece of candy I tore into the package. There was no savouring just the utter joy of adrenaline coursing through my system as I got closer and closer to the core.

The books are of course my first two books.
God Life without Religion and Amber Light Memories .

So now what? You may be asking. So you got paper copies how will that help the fact that you have still only sold five books. How is it any of this going to make a difference considering that Big names like J.K. Rowling has entered into the once safe zone of the Indie writer. Well the fact of the matter it will still be the uphill climb that I have been doing. I will still pluck away trying to get people to read my book. Yes I do not have a follow-ship in my books. Heck the first one is my memoirs, which most people would only think about writing when their famous. Or at least in-famous.
I am neither famous nor infamous, Most of you would probably not know me from the person sitting near you at the Denny’s. And I have to admit stepping into my head is a dangerous endeavour, that has to be taken slowly and with great skill. I do not write fantasy and fiction books for the weak of mind. And yes as I keep editing and editing and re-working my words can be read by the lower echelon of society. There lies my point. I write as an Indie writer because  I love to write. I open my head to tear our thoughts faster than my poor fingers can type. And reading my books is like pushing a screwdriver into your skull. You don’t know why you are doing it or what made you pick up the habit but there you are non-the-less. The funny thing is when you get through the ordeal of reading my work and see the other side. You few who are brave, You few who are smart enough to see past the layers may just learn something new.
Expect the paper backs of my books at an Amazon near you.

Amber light a sample of a book.

First book of the Series

Amber Light Memories



There comes a way that people can talk and say hey look at what I did. If you would only buy it then you can see such a great story that I have written. This is true for the most part of my series. Yet for you as the reader never can trust what you can’t sample. for that I have made my first book of the series free until March 17th 2012. Yes you can go and get it now.

Even more for the first time as I am writing the second part of this series I will be adding a small section of the book to come. Giving you more of a taste for what I have coming.  Do I hope that you buy my books. Of course for a writer judges themselves by the books sold and by the reviews given. Like any artist an author is here to be judged openly.

That is what makes our life as authors so heartbreaking. There comes a time when we have to sit back and take the punches that come. For this specific reason I put reviews into my books that people can comment on so that they know I am there only a post away. This will ensure that I can respond to everyone. Not to explain my reasons for the way I write but more to clarify for those who miss the point completely and to edit the book more for those who find mistakes or holes in my premise. For a book is alive and with every revision the story becomes more than it was.

Any author that can not take a punch to the ego in my opinion can not write worth their salt. I know that my style will not be readily accepted. But I do know that in time people may even see it as a way to constantly keep the reader engaged. This I feel just as I feel that characters should be lived not just read. I want my readers to feel like they just lived my stories.

Without further delay here is a small excerpt from part two of this series coming out in two weeks.

The room was getting colder now that the old man was back. It was maddening to Mark for he could swear he could taste the cold, could smell it. Yet this was not really happening was what the face kept telling him. Though the old man did nothing Mark had visions that were different that were flashes of what would be happening around him or was it.

“Who do you keep talking to in your head.” The old man breathing next to his ear. But there he was still sitting in the bed across the room. What was going on.

“You should get some sleep and just let the dreams take hold.” The old man shaking him violently, “There is nothing but pain if you don’t.”

‘Am I going crazy?’ Mark thought as to him the old man had not moved. But the face was telling him different. It was telling him ‘Be vigilant.’ Or rather it was screaming it. That was what he had to do. He would need to fight the process as long as he could for once his resolve was broken then he would truly do things that would scar him deeper than any blade.

Remember to check out my books.

Amber Light Memories

God Life without Religion

Amber Light Memories A glimpse behind the making of a book.

There were many things that came to mind when I was deciding to write this series. What I will try to do in this post is deconstruct the book without giving to much away. My hope is that with this deconstruction people can understand the new form of telling a fantasy that I am trying to bring to life. Along with this I hope to teach you about what goes in to writing a book for me. Every author writes a book in their own way and this is my way.
Amber Light Memories


The process for this book was a few well a bit more than a few years in the making. Though I would say that most great books tend to come from struggle and pains inflicted on the writer as they mature. I am not stating that it is needed but most great works come from these things. From that I decided to write a book that focused on a torn life. I wanted people to not only feel what the characters were going through but in a sense become enveloped and forced to live it as if they were the characters. This being my first true novel I was willing and able to hold nothing back. I wanted the symbolicism and reality that the character was going through to be the motivator of the story. In a sense I was making one of my main characters real and alive. We as people do not narrate our lives for if we did then we would notice the monotony that is our lives.

In the beginning of my book the character Mark is piecing together the story of his life. In a way I force my reader to relive a life that was never theirs and put in place the actuality of what a person who has had a very life changing experience must go through if they are to regain some semblance of a normal life.

I introduce my second character Masumi and in fact the Heroine of the story only after my male lead is well established in his routine and the reader has gotten used to the book being about him. For this story is egocentric just like life. Though since it is fantasy and it is part of a series I was trying not to push it to fast to give a sense that the story can continue and I am not just prolonging it where a reader would say that I have given up and reverted back to a common way of story telling.

I was after all creating not just a fantasy story but in my mind a new way to tell it.

In creating the world I found that I did not need and or want a full vibrant cast to help my protagonist along. There was no Hagrid to keep my characters safe. There was just the reality of important cast that well was needed as in every great fantasy. There are the good guys, there are the bad guys, and there are my main characters the loved one and the heroine stuck in between. To that much every story needs but the style in which a story is told is very important.
For as in life we tend to live within our thoughts we do not really listen to the people talking about us. We imagine what things are as we see them. Who hasn’t looked out a window and just wondered if mountains were really in fact sleeping titans of old. That is the kind of imagery and story telling I wanted the reader to have.
I then plotted out my chapters which as I was writing some were split and others merged. I don’t know but I am particular with round numbers. Everyone has their own little quirks and I have mine. I wanted ten chapters. In the end I think I got eleven. I wrote five just 5 pages of each chapter. When I got to the end I dismantled my book and wrote it again. This time I wrote my book as two the first 5 chapters which ended up becoming six and my last five. This gave me in a sense a clear jump from on the life aspect of characters. I was able to deliver in a way the fantasy through the daily lives of my characters. But there was also a jump to when the fantasy world would open up. This provides a good sense for the reader and in a sense speeds up the story. Fantasy tends to be fast and just fiction tends to slow life down a bit.
High adrenaline scenes can’t dominate the fullness of a book or else you would be left with a very bad story with great fight scenes.  In a sense finding a balance is great and even more giving the readers a way to connect to the story and say this is life like is great. Then like a flip of a coin you turn that life into fantasy and I think it can lead to people re-connecting to the fantasies of old and not just the main stream media fantasy that we get today.