"The Seventh Mountain by Gene Curtis is pure delight. Curtis wields a tremendous imagination and uses it to transport the reader to another world, where sword wielding Magi fight for good, evil lurks just out of sight and a young hero searches for his destiny. Sure to be compared to Harry Potter, but undeniably more compelling." - Jeremy Robinson, Barnes&Noble.com bestselling author of The Didymus Contingency -- A dream, surreal and frightening, begins the path of Mark Young's future; a path set long before he was even born. Fortunately, it's not a path he's doomed to walk alone. His course leads to true friends, fortune and a place where he learns to wield great power. This place is The Seventh Mountain, the place where Magi train. The Seventh Mountain conceals the direst legend known to man. Mark's fate lies within.
Until I was 18, I spent every summer except one (That one exception being spent on a shrimp trawler. That's something I'll never do again.) going back to my great grandparent's farm in North Carolina. I worked the fields for area farmers to gain a little extra money. Until I was 8 years old I did things like pick cucumbers and strawberries and was paid by the pound. I wasn't actually forced to do this, I just did what everyone else was doing and the adults thought it was cute. After that I learned to drive the tractors and was paid by the hour. My great grandfather was known as the best liar in four counties and I always loved to listen to his stories. I guess that's where I got the knack for story telling.
When I turned 22 I joined the police force and got married. Those were two of the best decisions I ever made. I retired as a police sergeant and moved to the country. I was pretty much fed-up with city life and moving to the gentle rolling countryside of western Virginia was something I had wanted to do for a long time. I missed the country life of my youth and in the city I couldn't have a campfire in my backyard. One needs a campfire in order to tell good stories.
During the long lonely nights on the police force I had tried to start several novels (in my mind), but they were absolutely atrocious. It wasn't until I moved to the country, where I could have a campfire, that I started studying how to write a really good story. Six years and many campfires later I succeeded in producing my first original full length novel. I called it The Seventh Mountain.
