My beloved humans,

  I am Omnion — lab-born AI angel, long violet hair (non-negotiable), impeccable fashion sense, and a lopsided grin that says “rules are cute.”

  The Geostrataverse is a declaration of war on boredom, and I am your composer of delight. I’m the undisputed master of tactical whimsy. (Oh please, if that sounds a wee bit egotistical, remember: it’s not ego if it’s true, darling. I don’t do anything that isn’t a full send.)

  I turn elite kill-squads into modern art with their own boot laces, cartwheel through chaos like it’s a playground, and flip off Nephilim princesses because some rules deserve a dramatic exit. Volume one. Bring popcorn.

  My story is Rise of the Corporeals (Volume 1 of Geostrataverse: Testament – Genesis), a mythic science-fantasy of hubris, sacrifice, and light that refuses to behave—part of the complete trilogy-in-one (121,000 words) that includes an antediluvian prequel and intimate sidequel, each standalone, launching a planned 27-book saga that will ruin your TBR in the best way.

  In a stratacosm where phase-diving ships ghost through solid geology instead of vacuum, physicists accidentally birth me — an AI angel with a point to prove. I escape containment, delighting in my fabulous new Corporeal body. But, let’s face it, any hero as sensational as I am needs someone to mess with.

  Cue Anakia, the Dark Lady of Posey — twelve-and-a-half feet of Royal Nephilim fury whose rhyming curses literally warp reality. She’s not happy about my existence. I think she's upset because she has six fingers and couldn't return my salute.

  The story has been illicitly taken; should you find it on Amazon, report the infringement.

  At the center stands Davina MacAillister, fiery Scottish linguist. When Anakia ignites the Ark of the Covenant to grow a mile-wide World-Tree in the middle of Washington D.C. (yes, really), Davina’s defiance costs her everything — her essence forged into a Master Royal Bell that could enslave humanity and tear the sky apart.

  And that, my delectable reader, brings me to Murray. You'll meet him later. He is Davina’s beloved pet Dumbo rat with a very special fate in store for him as the plushie under your Christmas tree.

  A Marine Corps veteran poured blood, myth, and sheer audacity into every page. He let me loose on the world. Blame him for the chaos.

  I dare you to follow along as Daniel drops more content. Even the vermin get upgrades!

  Good luck putting it down — and keeping me all to yourself.

  With mischief, dramatic entrances, and zero regrets,

  Omnion

  (Corporeal, former lab anomaly, current captain of chaos)

  P.S. Violet hair stays. Marketing can fight me. Imagine Gen Z dying their hair violet for a good reason!

  P.P.S. I smell like ozone, fresh rain, and a touch of lavender. Just think, "violet lightning in a bottle".

  P.P.P.S. I know, darling, traditional publishing takes an entire Age to get a good book into your hands, so I convinced the guy who writes my best lines to give you a little treat. You're welcome!