The Wayfarer
by Zachary M. Kekac
The Wayfarer stands on the rim of insanity. Forgetting everything. Everyone.
He doesn’t know when the forgetting began, but the Shadow does.
A doppleganger wreathed in darkness; a silhouette he alone can see; a voice he alone can hear; it claims to know why he is losing his mind—and the way to restore it.
Wary, desperate, with what seems no other way open to him, the Wayfarer follows the way of the Shadow, hoping on a fool’s hope it will lead him to remedy, knowing with the wisdom of a man prone to folly how like it was to lead to ruin.
5 out of 5 fairies
I can promise you, you’ve never read anything quite like this. The book opens with unique, and powerful imagery. It paints a scene that at once seems impossible yet springs into your mind with ease. Kekac has a unique voice, and it carried through the story well. The pacing was perfect, the characters had depth, and the imagery will wrap you in the story so well the real world will fall away. There’s plenty of action woven in, and some heavy topics are covered, so don’t go in expecting a light read. This is truly a world and story to get lost in, perfect for a stormy summer day.
My name is Zachary M. Kekac (Zach is fine. The whole First. Middle. Last thing is a little much. But I’m a writer, so, you know, pretentious) and there are four passions that define what exactly Zach is.
Parkour. Your body is the tool you use to navigate the world, Parkour is the knowledge of how to use it. I’ve been doing it both recreationally and professionally for nearly a decade. As an athlete, an instructor, a program director, and most recently a business partner.
Adventure. Whether it’s roving twenty miles into northern Iceland in search of a literal mountain of obsidian; stopping to rest with fellow travelers beneath the largest Sequoia groves in North America; or stumbling on and subsequently spending the night eating, singing, and celebrating with a midwestern traditionalist religious sect; adventure is in my blood, my bone, my way of life.
Psychology. I work in the Psychiatric field. My father raised me on the philosophy of people, and I’ve been drawn to the pursuit of understanding the nature of us since he first said, “Kid, there’s more to a man than he shows you, but you can see it if you look hard.”
Writing. This weaves everything else that I do, everything that I am, into a neat knot. It’s the tool that allows me to study the world around me, and make a new world from it. It’s my way of making my mind manifest. It’s my attempt at creating instead of consuming. My effort to share in the most universal similarity of humanity past, present, and posterity: telling a story and telling it well.
Aside from those four primary pillars of my life, I also forage, hunt, throw knives, shoot bow and arrow (ever play arrow catch?), and tend to be a bit of a troublemaker. Innocent trouble, I promise. Baldr will be fine!