This article is the first in a series about the main characters from Yesterday’s Demons. The planet Verde is yearning for revival, and although these men and women don’t realize it yet, they’re the ones who are going to make it happen. Let’s start with the guy on the cover, the book’s protagonist, Sivrin “Siv” McCaig.
Siv is 24-years-old and works as a blacksmith at McCaig and Son’s in the village of Gorman. He’s usually found wearing jeans that were once blue and a sleeveless shirt that once was a lovely, bright color before sweat and dust from working at the forge, as well as repeated washings, made both faded and gray.
His laugh comes quickly – usually at his own jokes. He owns a four-year-old stallion named Tobias whom he considers God’s equestrian gift to the world. Speaking of God, Siv never misses Sunday worship, and the scriptures are one of the topics he and his father like to discuss while shoeing horses and making weapons and furniture. But he’s not a saint. When not at work, he can be found in the village saloon enjoying a cold beer and a game of cards. At night, he sits on his father’s back porch and watches the stars. When he has the time, he enjoys hunting. His two weapons of choice are a shotgun and a sword he calls the Dragon Slayer.
And then there are his fears…
When Siv was six, his family woke in the middle of the night to find their house both on fire and occupied by a monster. His father managed to kill the intruder but lost his left arm. Their house was a total loss along with the rest of Breckenridge village. But before they escaped, Siv came face-to-face with the monster. He smelled and felt its foul breath. He saw the glow of its red eyes. And though he would never tell another living soul, it spoke to him.
Ever since Siv has lived a life of fear. Nightmares interrupt his sleep. His bedtime ritual consists of a series of checks for monsters: outside the windows, under the bed, up the chimney, inside the wardrobe, repeat five or six or ten times as necessary. There are five locks on his door, and Siv considers this to be barely enough.
Just when Siv was about ready to tell himself he’s just a paranoid, he encounters the monster again. He doesn’t know why it isn’t a pile of bones and ash. Is it a second specimen? Did his monster belong to a species? He doesn’t know how that could be because the monsters of Terrascorcha are supposed to be random poison-driven mutations. Maybe it’s not something from Terrascorcha after all? Maybe his house really was invaded by a demon from hell?
Will another one show up at his door again some night?
If Siv ever wants to have any peace, he’s going to have to seek some answers.