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About The Book:
Authors: ACTUS & Kisaragipana
(Illustrator)
Pub. Date: December 3, 2024
Publisher: VAULT BOOKS (an imprint of Vault Comics)
Formats: Paperback
Pages: 256
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MAGE ERRANT meets THAT TIME I GOT REINCARNATED AS A
SLIME in the bestselling LitRPG Fantasy Action Adventureseries MY
BEST FRIEND IS AN ELDRITCH HORROR - in print and as a Light Novel for
the very first time with MY BEST FRIEND IS AN ELDRITCH HORROR (Light
Novel) Vol. 1 from Vault Books!
Damien nearly ended the world. Now, his mistake might be the only thing that
can save it.
Good things come to those who wait. Damien Vale didn’t, and he ended up bound
to an Eldritch creature from beyond the reaches of space. It has lived since
the dawn of time, seen the world born and destroyed countless times, and wants
to be called Henry.
Unusual companion or not, Damien was still determined to go to a mage college
and study magic. He wants nothing more than to live a normal life as a
researcher, but if Henry’s true nature is revealed, he’ll be killed.
To top it all off, Damien’s teacher is a madman from the front lines of war,
his alcoholic dean suspects something is awry with his companion, and Blackmist
might possibly be the worst school in history. Damien has to prevent the end of
the world, but he isn’t even sure he’s going to make it through Year One at
Blackmist.
My Best Friend is an Eldritch Horror is a slice-of-life mixed with
LitRPG in a magic school setting. A slow build power fantasy from Actus, the
bestselling author of Morcster Chef.
It's perfect for fans of My Hero Academia, Will Wight's Cradle series, Iron
Prince, Mage Errant, Mark of the Fool, Steamforged Sorcery, Astra Academy
series/ Academy Aracanist, Sufficiently Advanced Magic, Sword Art Online, Is It
Wrong to Pick Up Girls in a Dungeon?, Destiny Cycle series/Forge of Destiny,
Spice and Wolf; Paranoid Mage, Morcster Chef, Mark of Ascension, Warformed:
Stormweaver series/Iron Prince, Schooled in Magic, He Who Fights With Monsters,
My Necromancer Class, All the Skills, the Gunmetal Gods Saga, The
Beginning After the End, the Solo Leveling series, Monstress (Marjorie
Liu and Sana Takeda), as well as Brandon Sanderson’s Cosmere universe, Dungeons
and Dragons, and The Scholomance Series (Naomi Novik).
ACTUS is the author of multiple bestselling, record-breaking LitRPG
adventure/fantasy progression series such as: GLEAM, MORCSTER CHEF,
MY BEST FRIEND IS AN ELDRITCH HORROR, SHATTERED SYSTEM, STEAMFORGED SORCERY,
and his latest hit fantasy progression epic: THE RUNEBOUND PROFESSOR.
from Aethon Books.
Book Trailer:
Excerpt:
1
On the day a young Damien Vale
nearly brought about the end of the world, his mother made pancakes. This
was, of course, something of a problem. You see, Damien wasn’t hungry.
However, if he left any food on the table, his mother would have known
something was wrong.
Normally, Damien wouldn’t have
found that an issue. There were a great number of things that could cause
a young boy to lose his appetite. Rune drawing practice, bullying,
contemplating the insignificance of one’s mere mortal existence, and
girls.
None of these things had even
crossed Damien’s mind on this day. Well, he might have thought about one
particular mortal with short blonde hair and sparkling brown eyes once or
twice, but that was it.
Damien’s homework had been completed the night before and stuffed under his bed where his mother wouldn’t find it, and he counted himself lucky to have no issues with bullies. In fact, he was proud of his ability to blend into the background, watching life pass him by.
Until today. Today was a fateful
day, and Damien was taking no chances. If his mother suspected the
slightest thing was wrong, she might have watched him a little
closer. She could have noticed how his untrained gaze kept flicking to
the giant wooden cabinet covered with runes.
She may have even realized Damien
had memorized the password when she’d hastily whispered it that morning
in order to get the gold to pay the tax collector. Unfortunately, she saw none
of this.
“Mom, when do I get to summon my
companion?” Damien asked, tugging on her sleeve as he stuffed the
last piece of pancake into his mouth. It tasted as delicious as
ever, light and fluffy, with a rich sugary syrup that coated the inside
of his mouth. Damien had to keep himself from throwing up.
“In four years, Damien,” Hilla
Vale said, sighing. “It’s no different than the last time you asked me.
You’re too young to have a summon, and I won’t have you romping
around Ashfall Academy this early! Just because other kids have done it
doesn’t mean it’s safe! You could die!”
“I could still die when I’m
seventeen!”
“Then you’ll die more mature. And
don’t you even THINK of bringing up your father. He was a special
case and was lucky to survive. Not to mention, look where it got
him! He hasn’t been home in months because the queen has him traipsing
around the Warfront and hunting monsters,” Hilla said, her brow furrowing
with anger.
Damien wisely chose this moment to
nod mutely. This wasn’t the first time he’d had this argument—they occurred
on a daily basis. In fact, on this particular day, Damien wanted to do
nothing more than pretend summoning didn’t exist. That wasn’t an option. His
mother would have noticed if their morning argument had passed, and
he couldn’t have that.
The two of them finished their
meal at the wooden table meant for three. Damien helped his mother move
the dishes to the sink. She sighed and shook her head, ruffling her
son’s hair with a wry smile.
“Trust me, you’ll get your
companion soon enough. It feels like a long time, but four years is
nothing. With a powerful summon, you might not even have to worry about
aging. Just enjoy your childhood while you can. You can make carefree and
stupid decisions without ending your life. If you become an adventurer, that
privilege is gone. I won’t deny it can be exciting, but it can also
be deadly,” Hilla said.
It was the most she’d spoken on
the subject in a long time. Damien jerked his head toward her, wondering
if he’d been discovered. Luckily, or perhaps unluckily, for him,
she’d turned her attention to washing the dishes. She didn’t seem any
wiser to his plans.
“I’ve got a meeting I have to
attend with Mayor Leo in a few minutes. I’ll be gone for a few hours, and
I expect your homework to be done by the time I get back,” Hilla
said sternly.
“I’ll start it right away,” Damien
lied. No matter what his plans were for the rest of the day, he couldn’t
leave homework unfinished. After all, it was his favorite subject:
Rune drawing.
Hilla rolled her eyes and dried
her hands off on a towel.
“I’m sure you will. You’re welcome
to go play with Ja cob when you finish. I’ve left some sausage and cheese
in the ice box, and there’s bread in the pantry. You two can grab
some food if you get hungry.”
Damien nodded, his nerves too
tense to allow him to say anything more. Hilla tossed her apron onto a
hook and gave Damien a quick kiss on the forehead before she swept
out of the house and gently locked the door behind her.
The young boy didn’t budge for
several minutes. His breathing sped up, and cold sweat trickled down the
back of his neck. Slowly, he walked to the door and peered out the
small window.
Hilla was nowhere to be seen. She
wasn’t one to be late for anything, so there was little chance of her
turning back now. That didn’t help Damien’s nerves much.
With a pit forming at the bottom
of his stomach, Damien dashed over to the large wooden cabinet. It
was bigger than he was, with half a dozen runes he recognized and
about ten more he didn’t.
“Lixxar, villo, antov,”
Damien said, his words just barely louder than a whisper.
The cabinet didn’t budge. He
swallowed and said the words again, this time with more
conviction.
The doors of the cabinet popped
open with a click that nearly made Damien’s heart jump out of his
mouth. He could nearly hear his pulse now. The young boy pulled the
cabinet open.
For the most highly defended
object within the Vale household, the inside was rather plain. A large
bag of money Damien cared nothing about had been set on the middle
shelf. The real prize was at the top.
He reached up, standing on his
tiptoes, and felt his fingers brush against hardened leather. A static shock
traveled down his arm as he nudged the book over the edge and grabbed it
before it could fall. Damien cradled the book like a baby as he
absentmindedly shut the cabinet.
“The Summoner’s Almanac,”
Damien whispered. His very short life’s greatest desire, the key to my
freedom, and the beginning of what should have been the end of
mankind.
Damien scurried to his room,
clutching the book to his chest. He grabbed the pouch of chalk from his
desk and returned to the dining room, slipping through the back door, and
making a beeline for the old shed in the back.
He darted inside and closed the
door behind him as carefully as possible. The warm sunlight streaming
in through the windows at the top of the barn was just barely
enough to see the stone floor.
It had been years since the barn
had been used for anything of worth. It smelled like mildew and stale water.
The barn was completely empty, aside from some crates of old
memorabilia and a wooden sword Damien had made for a school
project.
Damien knelt on the floor. He
pulled his rough shirt over his nose and brushed as much of the dust away
as he could with the back of his hand. He immediately started
sneezing as it got all over his clothes and slipped through the small
holes in the weaving of his shirt.
His sneezing fit lasted for
several minutes before the dust finally decided he’d had enough and let
him off the hook. The determined young man wiped his nose on
his sleeve. Then he picked up his bag of chalk.
He laid the Summoner’s Almanac out
on the ground before him. Despite the thick binding, the book
wasn’t particularly large. Damien opened it and flipped through the
pages.
It didn’t take long to find what
he was looking for. It came right after about five pages of warnings and
regulations, all of which Damien ignored. The page in question had a
single circle drawn out on it.
The circle was made up of hundreds
of runes. Two hundred and fifty-six, to be precise. Damien
recognized about ten of them. Luckily, recognition wasn’t a requirement
for casting the summoning ritual.
Damien scanned the book, his eyes
flicking over the runes like two grasshoppers. He only had a few hours
to do this before his mother came home. There was no room for
mistakes.
He sat there for just over an
hour, inscribing the runes into his memory. None of them were
particularly complex, so he didn’t have any doubts over his ability to
draw them. That was all he’d done for the past few years anyway. How
much harder could these ones be?
Damien reached inside his bag of
chalk with a trembling hand. When it emerged, his fear was gone. All that
remained was confidence. The type of confidence that could only come when
one knew they only had one shot at something, and failure wasn’t an
option.
He drew. He started at the bottom of the circle, sketching out each rune with a practiced hand. If he’d wanted to, he could have gone faster. He didn’t. Each line, every curve, and every dot were drawn with utter perfectionism in mind.
The young man fell into something
of a trance. His hand made the slow trip in a circle around him. He
didn’t change his pace once. Even when his fingers ached and his
wrist burned, Damien continued.
It took him nearly an hour to draw
the circle. Damien knew his time counted down, but he pushed the
thought to the back of his mind. He rose and examined his work. The
circle was large enough for him to lie in. As far as he could tell, it
appeared correct. Despite that, a slight frown crossed his face.
Damien glanced from the book to
his drawing. It looked the same, but the doubt still nipped at the back
of his mind. He grimaced and picked the chalk back up. He moved to
the edge of the circle and started drawing again.
This time, it only took him just
over ten minutes to finish with his work. He was familiar with the new
circle he’d drawn around the summoning one, so he didn’t have to
try quite as hard.
Damien stepped inside the two
circles. He swallowed and picked up the book. His mother could be home at
any moment. He narrowed his eyes and forced himself to concentrate on the
task at hand. At the bottom of the page was the Summoner’s Almanac’s
final instruction to him: Earnestly Reach out with your heart and
mind. Your call will echo throughout the planes of existence, and your
companion shall respond.
Damien drew in a deep breath,
closed the book, and concentrated. Every fiber of his being craved for a
companion. More than anything in the world, Damien wanted to be able to
cast magic. There was only one way to do that, and it was to summon a
companion.
And that was exactly what Damien
did. His desires funneled through his body, coursed through the
invisible Ether that permeated the universe, and channeled into the
first ring of runes around him.
The air hummed and crackled.
Damien’s hair stood on end, but he didn’t relent. If anything, the young
boy tried harder. His hands clenched at his sides as his very soul
cried out.
That pure, longing note of
innocent desire entered the summoning circle. The runes flared with
energy and Damien’s voice was cast into the universe.
It hurtled through the Ether,
tearing free of the Mortal Plane. It traveled through the Plane of Stars,
ducked under the Plane of Immortals, and careened straight between
the Planes of Fury and Light.
It reached the Plane of Darkness.
Then it kept going. It slowed as it passed through the Plane of the Dead,
which resided at the farthest reaches of the living universe, but
it did not stop.
Damien’s plea went where no living
mortal’s thought had ever been before. Then it kept going. It passed all
semblance of what mortals could rationalize. It fell through the cracks
in the universe. Then it slipped into the Void. The Void
answered.
A cold breeze kicked up at
Damien’s feet. The runes glowed brighter as the summoning spell called
out to his companion. All the light in the room not from the runes
dimmed as if the sun had set.
Damien took a nervous step
backward. There wasn’t a lot of area in his circle, but the summoning
ritual only established the connection between the caster and their summon.
It didn’t actually pull them into the Mortal Plane.
The air grew colder. What might
have been described as an inconsistency formed in the air in front of
Damien. The young boy peered closer at it with a mixture of excitement
and trepidation.
It wasn’t that there was something
actually there. In fact, it was more like there was nothing at
all. It wasn’t black. It just didn’t exist. A hole in reality. It
expanded, drawing a thin line of nothingness before Damien. The
line stretched, turning into a large rectangle. Damien’s head pounded as
the worst headache he’d ever had gripped his skull. He tore his eyes from
whatever he’d summoned. Then something stepped out of the rectangle.
Despite himself, Damien glanced at it.
A psychic scream tore through his
mind. Damien’s mouth dropped open, and blood burst from his nose.
What he saw could not be described. It was the beauty of the afterlife.
It was the hideous face of death itself. It was wonderous. It was
terrible. And it tore Damien apart like a house in a hurricane. Damien’s
soul was torn asunder. His body collapsed to its knees, eyes staring
lifelessly into the air.
The shredded pieces of his soul
started to dissipate into the Ether around them. Then they froze. Slowly,
almost reluctantly, they slithered back into his body. Damien drew
a ragged gasp.
The pain was gone. The memory was
already fading. It wasn’t something a human mind could comprehend,
so it was locked away in the deepest depths of his psyche.
Damien couldn’t comprehend what
had just happened, but the fading memory and his thundering head ache informed
him it would be wise to keep his eyes firmly on the ground. He didn’t
know what he’d summoned, but he knew it was something far more horrible
than he could even begin to imagine.
“Oops,” a voice said. As with the
creature’s appearance, its voice was impossible to describe. It was like
a thousand people of different ages, genders, and languages
speaking at the same time. It was gibberish, yet Damien understood
it perfectly.
“W-what are you?” Damien asked,
not moving his eyes from the ground. His voice was nasally from the
blood, and it shook so much it was practically
incomprehensible.
“I am It Who Heralds the End of
All Light,” the creature spoke. Each word thrummed through the air, threatening
to rip it apart. “You may call me Henry.”
“Why are you here?” Damien forced
out. Every word he spoke felt like a punch to the gut. “I did a
summoning ritual. You aren’t a possible companion.”
“How do you know?” The creature
genuinely sounded curious. Despite its words, there was no question
posed. It was a command.
“The ritual summons a creature
from another plane. You aren’t in any of the books.”
“I could be a demon,” Henry
said.
It took Damien several seconds to
gather the strength to respond. He weakly shook his head.
“You aren’t,” he said.
“I’m not,” Henry agreed. They sat
there for several moments, neither of them saying a word. Damien gathered his
courage. He tried to swallow, but his throat was dry, and there wasn’t a
speck of saliva in his mouth.
“C-could you leave? I made a
mistake. I didn’t mean to summon you. It was supposed to be my
companion.” “No, I don’t think I will,” Henry said in a thoughtful tone.
“Mortals got one thing wrong about time, you see. Just because I’m immortal
doesn’t mean a thousand years pass in a flash. I get bored. Very, very
bored. It’s been millennia since I last escaped the Void, and I have no desire
to return. Besides, why waste an opportunity?”
“An opportunity?” Damien
asked.
“Indeed. You asked for a
companion, and here I am.” Damien blinked. Bond with this…abomination?
The very idea disgusted him. Despite his incredibly rude thoughts,
the o er didn’t hold up logically. The more powerful a being was, the
harder it was to get it to agree to a summon. Many people went through
dozens of summons before they located something that would make a
pact with them.
To make a deal with a creature
that had literally killed Damien with a single glance, well, even Damien
wasn’t that stupid. However, the fact that Damien was still alive
emboldened him. Henry wanted something from him, and that meant he had a
chance to live.
“Bonding with a companion you
don’t know is foolish,” Damien said.
“So is summoning me,” Henry
observed. “Yet, here you are. The offer still stands, foolish one.”
A thought struck Damien. He had to
force himself to keep the sigh of relief from escaping his lips. This
wasn’t the first time a summoning had gone wrong, and the circle had
countermeasures built in.
“I refuse,” Damien said, shaking
his head firmly. “It’s time for you to leave.”
He shifted his foot and rubbed out
one of the runes on the circle beside him. The energy in the runes
instantly vanished as the power was cut and the circle broke. With out
the contract binding the companion to the Mortal Plane, it would be sent
harmlessly back to whence it had come.
“I’d rather not,” Henry said.
About Actus:
Actus has been writing fantasy stories since the age of twelve, and he's been telling them since he could talk. He's currently working on three main series - Return of the Runebound Professor, Gleam, and Rise of the Living Forge. He has also written & completed Morcster Chef, My Best Friend is an Eldritch Horror, and Steamforged Sorcery. Actus also has a Master's Degree that he got exclusively so he could put it in his author bio. You can find his works on RoyalRoad & Patreon as well as on Amazon eBooks and Audible.
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