Fiction fantasy literature books are not hard to find, books like the Lord Of The Rings, Perfume, and Creator by M.A. Hills are some of the best. The latter is one of the most recent fiction fantasy literature books, which, interestingly, has elements of the first two. Jesus, the Lord Of The Rings, and What the Bleep Do We Know meet in Creator. It is quite bizarre in its turn of the century language, combined with what seems to be modern quantum physics concepts, and popular spiritual, philosophical attitudes like: living in the moment. It describes inventing a brave new world in the heart of the wastelands, which is reminiscent of the Venus project: a progressive, daring, and practical new look of how our future could be, using “real” modern science and technology to bring real progress to the human race. In fact Creator carries the same upbeat and practical message of hope like the Venus project. See it here: Venus Project
At the same time the fiction fantasy literature of Creator is like a myth. It has all the elements of mythology: deep interwoven, layered symbolic meanings, all being correct depending on the readers level of understanding. It is a highly meaningful symbolic epic, and at the same time a straightforward narrative. You can read it today and get some meaning, read it again later and see it in a whole new light. Take a look at it here: spiritual fiction
Readers have called Creator enlightening, daring, well written, humorous, wonderfully philosophical, wordy, and too philosophical. You might love it, you might hate it, but you probably won’t be bored. You be the judge of this fiction fantasy literature. Some critics have hated it, 90% of all readers have loved it in some way. They said Creator is definitely entertaining, thought provoking, passionate, and highly inspirational. For some people it is the best fiction fantasy literature they have ever read. For now I will say no more. I will let the beginning of the book talk to you instead: “Creator” by M. A. Hills, this is Part One: The Jewel, chapter 1:
In the days of yore when the Christian God sent his only son to save the wretched human race, the Olympian spirits sent a saviour of their own. Unlike Jesus, the saintly pagan son was not without sin, nor error; nor would he ignore temptations, and desire. Ill-fated from the start—he would not become a humble carpenter either, but one who is skilled in warfare, thievery, and deceit. To be sure, if the gods had great ambitions for their Olympian saviour, it seems they were inclined to keep him in the dark. For he who would begin his life without a name, or an inkling of whence he came—the last descendant of a vanishing legacy—would someday be called to perform great miracles, whether he liked it or not. His providence was to become a creator; and now his story will be told.
Thus, during the month of Martius, in the year 1 AD, Virginia Marius became pregnant in a very extraordinary way. She had neither a boyfriend, nor any kind of sexual relationship. Her doctor swore he had never seen anything like it before, swore she was still a virgin. Her father swore it was the work of iniquity: of the mischievous spirits of the dead. Worse still, he would see to it that the child was cut from her belly—like they did to save the life of Caesar—and exterminated…
Creator is like Rembrandt, some people have said, rich deep words instead of thick pigments on a canvas. You can get Creator here: great fiction fantasy literature
