I’m Kelsey Barthel. I’m here basically to get my hard work out there and get as much feedback from as wide variety of readers as possible. If I’ve learned anything from a life long hobby of creative writing is that constructive criticism is a irreplaceable tool to make your work the best it can be.
Beyond the Code is about a group of warriors with extraordinary abilities breaking away from being mere tools of battle and becoming heroes. They must find the courage and drive to face off against the full force of The Order they once followed to right the wrongs against them and change their world for the better. They will face cruel masters, heart breaking betrayal, and the truth behind an ancient shroud of secrecy that will shatter the very perception of their purpose.
This story combines a covert shadow war, high paced action, deep seeded conspiracies, and remarkable super powers. So if you want to immerse yourself in the death defying mission of Aurora and her comrades give Beyond the Code a look over and tell me what you think.
I am almost always up for order swapping. We writers need to help each other out. If you ever want to swap email me at Kelsey31@hotmail.com.
Book Trailer Credits
Made by Yicheng Liu
Song: Christian Baczyk - Conquer the seas
The silver light of the full moon bathed the capital city of Lorne with its glow. At the late hour all was silent from the corporate warehouses to the massive corporate towers. All had long since retired to their homes to rest.
The sound of colliding metal suddenly echoed in the darkness, cutting through the silent night like a sharp knife. Again and again, the repeated clash of steel sang with a steady rhythm. A tall woman appeared from an alleyway. Her long raven black hair flowed gracefully down the center of her back from a high top knot. Her narrow, pale jade eyes showed the keen focus of a trained warrior. Her formfitting, black clothes conceal her ivory skin from sight, camouflaging her in the darkness. It’s obvious they were tailor made for stealth and flexibility. She holds a masterly crafted curved blade with a practiced ease, the folded steel glinting beautifully in the moon light. A pistol with the word “falcon” etched onto the barrel sat nestled in the holster strapped to her left leg. She jumped against the wall of the alleyway and propelled herself up towards the opposite wall repeatedly with the strength and agility unseen in a normal human. With a final leap, she landed on the roof top in a readied battle stance. She stood still as a statue, her body prepared and her senses alert. She searched the stillness for signs of her opponents approach.
Her attention was instantly caught by the whisper of muffled footsteps. She took a slight step to avoid her opponent’s blade as it plummeted down on her backside. She twirled in place, the weapon and her arm moved as one to strike in a wide arc at her attacker. He arched backward as her razor sharp blade cut clean through a stray lock of his long, golden hair. He snapped upright like a spring and swiped her sword away to clear his short retreat, his intense blue eyes still tracking her moves. The lock of hair floated smoothly to the ground, its color shimmered from its golden hue to jet black. The attacker gathered himself into a proud stance; the silver buckles of his black coat gleamed softly under the moonlight.
The woman sprung forward, her sword on a dead aim for her enemy. He steppedback and deflected her steel with a flick of his wrist. The woman recovered in a heartbeat and unleashed a flurry of swift attacks. The swords’ clash rippled through the still night air. Their battle flowed from strike to block like an elaborate dance, each movement connected to the next in a show of each warrior’s skill. The male opponent raised his sword high and forced it down on her. The woman threw herself backward, narrowly avoiding the hefty great sword and landed flat on her back with a rough thud. The male opponent seized the opportunity of her venerability and struck down at his fallen enemy. The woman rolled across the coarse concrete as the sword dug into the ground beside her. Tossing her legs up, she bounded into a backwards summersault and landed in a low battle stance.