Their entwined fate becomes his impossible choice.
A strange eclipse looms above India's city of the smiling fire. When an ancient evil awakens, the world teeters on a razor's edge of life and annihilation.
Rootless globetrotter Jay wanted Agamuskara to be just another place he visited, but the strange object in his backpack has other ideas. In the global secret order of Jakes and Jades, destiny-changing Jade Agamuskara Bluegold stands above the rest, all the while keeping up appearances as the humble proprietor of the Everest Base Camp Pub & Hostel. However, she struggles to untangle the terrible future she foresees and to ignore her doubts about her past choices. Despite themselves, both Jade and Jay befriend the evasive, stout-quaffing Faddah Rucksack—a man without a destiny who seems determined to direct their own. As fires rage in a land of ash, a backpacker, a bartender, and the world's only Himalayan-Irish sage become trapped between their entwined fate and an impossible choice.
FOREVER THE ROAD is a captivating page-turner in Anthony St. Clair's Rucksack Universe. If you like Neil Gaiman, Terry Pratchett, or Octavia Butler, you'll love this ongoing fantasy series of globetrotting intrigue.
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Fantasy author and beer writer Anthony St. Clair has walked with hairy coos in the Scottish Highlands, choked on seafood in Australia, and watched the full moon rise over Mt. Everest in Tibet. The creator of the Rucksack Universe series, Anthony has traveled the sights and beers of Thailand, Japan, India, Canada, Ireland, the USA, Cambodia, China and Nepal. He and his wife live in Eugene, Oregon, and gave their kids passports when they were babies. Learn more at www.anthonystclair.com.
I'm writing this on June 8, 2018. When I woke, my phone dinged the news: Anthony Bourdain, dead.
My wife and I are Bourdain fans. Parts Unknown keeps us in touch with our wanderlove. Bourdain's irreverent yet deep commentary was a great reminder that life should never be taken too seriously, but good living should be done with vivacity and authenticity. Pretensions are best lost at the airport.
Bourdain spoke his mind. He spoke his heart. His rollicking, jaunty stroll through the world was a reminder that you could find a place anywhere, as long as you trusted in the best of others and tried to bring your best to where they lived, worked, strived, roamed. His quip that the body's an amusement park, not a temple, reminds us that there's a difference between appreciative and sanctimonious.
I'm sad. Bourdain, like Terry Pratchett, is one of those now gone who I wish I could have met. Bourdain took his own life. What darkness got him in the end, we may never know. But my hope is that somehow he still knows how much light he brought others.
He's a reminder of the joy, love, and striving that I try to bring to all I do. And with him gone, I'll do all the more. RIP and cheers, Anthony Bourdain.
Forever the Road
Rucksack’s face was everyone and no one, everywhere and nowhere; he could’ve been from Ireland, Tibet, Kenya. For all Jade could tell, he could’ve dropped out of the clouds. His tight face let loose a wide smile, bright as the city walls. “There’s never a fear, as long as there’s beer, there’s only smiles and glee,” Rucksack sang. “Now that you’re here, let’s drink in good cheer. Hey, barkeep! How about a couple for free?”