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Quest for Celestia: A Reimagining of the Pilgrim's Progress

Quest for Celestia: A Reimagining of the Pilgrim's Progress

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by Steven James

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A Reimagining of The Pilgrim’s Progress

After a chance encounter with a man whom 16-year-old Kadin believes is a wizard, his life and health begin to deteriorate. 
Out of desperation he embarks on an epic journey to a land no one in his village believes exists, to be healed of a disease no one thinks he has.
His quest for truth leads


A Reimagining of The Pilgrim’s Progress

After a chance encounter with a man whom 16-year-old Kadin believes is a wizard, his life and health begin to deteriorate. 
Out of desperation he embarks on an epic journey to a land no one in his village believes exists, to be healed of a disease no one thinks he has.
His quest for truth leads him to a fantastical world of witches, dragons, giants, danger, and deception.  Tracked by an evil lord and accompanied by only one friend, Kadin must face his greatest fear to find the healing he longs for most.

A stand-alone fantasy novel, Quest for Celestia is a complete re-imagining of one of the bestselling books of all time, first published more than 300 years ago—The Pilgrim’s Progress.
If you think you know the story, think again. Twists lurk around every corner. The journey begins now.  Destiny awakes in the hills.

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A Reimagining of The Pilgrim's Progress
By Steven James

Tyndale House Publishers, Inc.

Copyright © 2006 Steven James
All right reserved.

ISBN: 1-4143-0583-4

Chapter One


I open my eyes. My breathing is fast. Sweat clings to my forehead.

Something happened, I think. Something bad.

Shouting in the streets has shaken me awake. Angry shouting. As far as I can tell my parents are still asleep. I decide to see what's going on, to find out for myself. I slip downstairs and out into the night.

Packs of frenzied villagers comb the streets. "He's been sighted!" someone yells. "Over by the livery!"

"Find the wizard!" cries a woman nearby. "Protect the children!"

So it was a wizard.

This wasn't the first time a wizard had been sighted in our town. Every few years there would be rumors of someone from the Scaldian Mountains making his way down into our village. The elders claimed the wizards were trying to recruit new apprentices, seduce young maidens, and spread their dark magik. I wasn't sure what to believe. I'd never seen a wizard. But, like all the young men of Abaddon, I was curious.

I decided to see if my friends Erikon and Terrill were up and would search with me. I slipped along the edge of our house toward a side street.

A pale crescent moon ruled over Abaddon that night. Bats skittered about on theedge of the light cast by the torches and lanterns. A few faint stars peeked down but seemed to keep their distance as if they were afraid to come any closer. It was unseasonably chilly even though it was still summer.

I passed another row of houses. Only two more streets and I'd be at Terrill's house.

A few people rode past on horseback, but mostly folks moved on foot in small clusters, carrying pitchforks, scythes, and knives. Most of the faces I glimpsed in the moonlight looked afraid.

I decided to take the shortcut between the blacksmith's and the shoemaker's shops. As I neared the alley between the two buildings, I heard a voice: "There you are."

I froze. "Who's there?"

A tall man with a snowy white beard stepped out of the shadows. I didn't recognize him as one of the men from our village.

"You're Kadin, aren't you?" He spoke with a smooth confidence that was almost hypnotic. "I was sent to find you." He wore a foreign-looking tunic of strange, tightly woven fabric. "You've been chosen," he said.

My heart began hammering inside my chest. I thought of running, but he'd stepped closer, blocking my path. I thought of fighting him, but if he was the one I suspected, that probably wouldn't be a good idea.

"Who are you? What are you talking about?" I tried not to sound too scared, but each word stuck in my throat like a solid object.

He looked briefly to each side to make sure we hadn't been seen. Nearby, on the adjoining streets, I could hear the calls of the armed villagers searching for him.

"Young man, have you heard of the city of Celestia?"

"In tales," I said, "and legends from the ancient days."

"They're not legends," he replied. "And those days aren't as ancient as they seem." He pulled me toward him then, farther into the dark recesses of the narrow alley. The shadows seemed to retreat to give us room to stand. "I'm Alcion," he said.

"Get away from me!" I exclaimed, backing away from him and into a wall. "You're a wizard!"

He laughed softly. "I doubt that, but call me what you like. The stories of Celestia are true." Urgency threaded through his words. A wild fire burned in his eyes. "Take this." He handed me a brown, leather-bound book, old and worn. On its cover was a drop of crimson.

It was a Book of Blood. A book of sorcery.

I'd heard of them. We all had. My parents and teachers had told me all about them, warned me about them. The elders of Abaddon had long ago banned these books, for, as my father told me, they were filled with "dark tales and strong magik."

I stood paralyzed in fear as the wizard slipped the book into my hands. The leather seemed warm, like it was alive. And it throbbed in my hands like a beating heart.

"No!" I sputtered, dropping the wretched thing into the dusty street. "It's a book of death! I've heard of these. Keep it away from me. Get away from me!"

"It's a book of life," he whispered, reaching for the book. But before he could find it, the crowd had found us.

Torches flickered at the edge of the alley. "There he is!" cried one of the men, waving a pitchfork in our direction. "Get him!"

Alcion leaned close and whispered one word: "Soon." Then he stepped back into the shadows and disappeared into the folds of the night.

I was stunned and breathing fast. I stared down. The book was in my hands again. I couldn't remember picking it up. I'd dropped it, but now I was holding it again.

The villagers swarmed into the alley, but since I was deep in its shadows, I doubted they could see me. I edged away from them. I could feel the pulse of the book beating between my fingers. A drop of glistening blood dripped from the cover and landed softly next to my boot.

My hands were trembling.

I had met a wizard.

What kind of book is this that bleeds? that breathes?

I threw it down and ran off.

I heard it sigh as it hit the ground.

"Catch him!" screamed the townspeople behind me. "He was with the wizard!"

And with my friends and neighbors chasing me, I ran for my life toward home.

* * *

I was quiet the next morning at the breakfast table, but my parents weren't. Talk of the wizard dominated their conversation.

"I heard they almost got him," said my father. "Had him cornered like a rat, but then he cast a spell on them and ran away. Coward. Tried to turn all the people there into snakes!"

"Oh, my," whispered my mother. "How terrible."

"I heard he just disappeared into thin air," I said.

My father shook his head. "No, I tell you, snakes, my boy! Wicked spells! He's a wizard! Conjurer of darkness! Sorcerer!" Then he leaned over the table. "I heard they saw someone with him. An apprentice, no doubt."

My mother's eyes became really big. "An apprentice?"

My father nodded grimly. "A boy. They'll catch him, though. And when they do-"

I interrupted him. I didn't really want to hear what would happen to the young apprentice when they caught him. "Um, what's so wrong with the wizard? I mean, what's he done?"

"What's he done? He's a wizard!" he exclaimed, shaking his fork at me. "And don't interrupt me, boy. I'm your father. Now as I was saying, he tried to turn 'em into snakes. Started muttering his magik words. I tell you, he came to poison our minds. To poison us all!"

"Oh, my," gulped my mother. "Poison us all!"

I didn't say anything else. After all, what would have been the point? They could believe what they wanted, but I knew what I'd seen. The wizard hadn't been threatening anyone. He'd been searching for someone.

For me.

After breakfast I headed upstairs to my room. As soon as I opened the door, I froze.

The Book of Blood lay on my bed.

I had left it in the alley the night before. I knew I had.

But yet, here it was.

I looked around. It didn't seem like anything else in my room had been disturbed. The window was too small for a person to fit through, and I couldn't think of a way the wizard could have made it into our house to leave it here. The only other explanation-that the book had found its way into my house by itself-was, of course, impossible.

But yet, here it was.

I avoided going into my room all day. I couldn't stand the thought of being close to the enchanted book. But that night, when it came time to go to bed, I knew I had to do something.

After gathering my courage, I carefully wrapped up the book in one of my shirts. I snuck outside and tossed it, shirt and all, into the forest. I knew I could never have worn the shirt again anyhow. Then I hurried home and crept back to my room.

When I arrived, the Book of Blood was on my desk.

During the next few days I left it outside in a feeding trough, tossed it into the river, and even buried it in a shallow grave near the stables south of town. And each time it was waiting for me when I returned home. Almost as if it were chasing me. Pursuing me.

What kind of magik is this? I thought.

I considered burning it but was rather afraid to try. I thought it might find a way to get back at me.

And so at last, after two or three days of this, I decided to open it up and take a look inside the forbidden book myself. Maybe then it would leave me alone.

I closed the door to my room and locked it. Then I took a deep breath and picked up the Book of Blood.

My hands were shaking as I flipped open the cover. Immediately I recognized the script in the first half of the book. It was the one I understood, the language of our valley, our people. Slowly, I paged through the book, glancing at the delicate script and elaborate illustrations of dragons and caverns and palaces made of light. The pages felt more like skin than paper.

The second half of the book, however, was written in another language. I believe it was Serecean, the language of the hills-Wizard's Tongue, we called it. That section appeared to contain a number of elaborate maps.

Once I was familiar with the layout, I turned back to the beginning of the book and began to read.

The content wasn't at all what I'd expected. The book wasn't filled with dark spells of death or incantations of destruction, but rather with stories and poems of great mythic adventures. A storyteller had penned this book, not a demented wizard. He told tales of distant kingdoms, giants who lived on the edge of the world, and a prince who would dare all to save his land.

The book also spoke of an ancient evil that had taken up its lair on the edge of the Scaldian Peaks-the very mountains that overlooked our village. As a child, I'd heard bedtime tales of such a creature, but the book spoke the story as history, not faery tale. I couldn't understand all of the details, but it seemed that the fiend was lying in wait and would one day be unleashed upon our town.

The next morning while I was getting dressed, I glanced into the mirror and saw a black lump resting on the base of my neck just above my left shoulder. In horror I reached up and felt it. The skin was scaly and rough, almost reptilian.

A chill rippled through me.

I felt the lump again.

"The book," I whispered. "The book has done this to me."

The growth appeared to be infected and rooted deeply into my skin.

When I tried to show it to my parents and ask them about it, they looked at me strangely and shook their heads. "There's nothing there," they said.

Even the doctors wouldn't believe me. My mother took me to the finest physician in our town. "Nothing wrong with you, young man," he said. "You're just going through a stage. Be patient. Wait it out."

I nodded. "Okay." I didn't tell him that he had one growing out of his neck too. I didn't tell them that they all did. They would have called me mad, perhaps even burned me at the stake as a condemned wizard. There was a pole in the middle of our village for just such a purpose.

Maybe I was going mad. Maybe I was seeing things.

Or maybe-just maybe-they were all mad, and I was the one slowly growing sane.

* * *

I knew I couldn't get rid of the Book of Blood-I'd tried that already-but I could stop reading it. So that's what I did. For three weeks I didn't even open it. I kept it closed, hidden under my bed. But during that time, the growth became worse and worse until I could barely stand the pain.

My dreams became darker in those days as well. I was haunted by memories of things I'd done over the years, as if opening that book had opened a gateway in my mind that all the shame of my past was pouring through.

My back, my body, my soul throbbed with more pain each passing day.

You were never meant to live like this. There is another place-there must be another place, another way.

At last I couldn't stand it anymore. I thought that if the book had started this torture, it could end it. I opened it up again and read. And the truth is, studying the stories in the Book of Blood did relieve the pain in my neck.

I spent the next couple of weeks poring over the ancient pages, devouring the stories, trying to make sense of them. However, as time went by, the book continued to bleed, and my growth continued to grow, becoming more and more painful. I had to be rid of the wretched thing. I had to! But nothing I tried could remove it. Cutting it. Burning it. All of these only made it bleed and scar. Only made me bleed and scar.

People began to whisper about me, the young man who'd been seen with a dagger, slicing into his own shoulder and neck, mumbling.

Even my friends Terrill and Erikon began to avoid me. I tried to explain it all to them-and to my parents, too-but they wouldn't listen. I told them about the land of the ancient kings and the mystical city of Celestia and how it held out the promise of healing and hope and freedom, but they just laughed. I told them of the ruler of that land, King Kiral, of his wisdom and power and mercy, but they just shook their heads. I warned them about the evil hidden in the hills and the impending danger it posed, but they sneered.

The more time I spent with the book, the stranger and more alive and more desperate and more free the world seemed. It was as if a giant riddle were unfolding before me, drawing me deeper into its heart. With every breath I drew in I felt like I was tasting a truer flavor of life.

The book was changing me.

The longer I stayed in the village the more the book bled. The more my wretched growth ached. And the more I understood that I had to leave.

Autumn came, and with it, my nineteenth birthday. Normally I would have been considered a man on that day. But instead, I was considered something else entirely. Rumors had taken over Abaddon. Some said I'd become a wizard's apprentice. Others said I'd been cursed, bewitched. I even overheard people talking of the stake in the middle of town.

No one-not even my parents-believed me. And so, with my birthday came my decision.

The leaves were beginning to turn sickly yellow and drift to the ground that day when I finally told my father I'd decided to leave Abaddon for good and travel through the mountains to Celestia.


Excerpted from QUEST for CELESTIA by Steven James Copyright ©2006 by Steven James. Excerpted by permission.
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Meet the Author

Bestselling author Steven James has a Master's Degree in Storytelling, has written over thirty books, and taught writing and storytelling on three continents. He serves as a contributing editor to Writer's Digest, and hundreds of his articles and stories have appeared in more than eighty different periodicals and publications. His best-selling Patrick Bowers suspense novels The Pawn, The Rook, The Knight, The Bishop and The Queen have received wide critical acclaim and won multiple national awards. Having penned books of inspiration, poetry, prayers, educational curricula, short stories, scripts, monologues, YA fantasy, and bestselling psychological thrillers, Steven James is among the most versatile storytellers in the country. Born in Watertown, Wisconsin he now lives with his family in Johnson City, Tennessee.

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Quest for Celestia: A Reimagining of the Pilgrim's Progress 4.3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 10 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Steve James is a wonderful author who captures your imaginatin from the opening page.
VicG More than 1 year ago
Steven James in his new book “Quest for Celestia” published by Living Ink Books gives us A Reimagining of the Pilgrim’s Progress. From the Back Cover: A Reimagining of The Pilgrim’s Progress After a chance encounter with a man whom 18-year-old Kadin believes is a wizard, Kadin’s life and health begin to deteriorate. Out of desperation he embarks on an epic journey to a land no one in his village believes exists, to be healed of a disease no one thinks he has. His quest for truth leads him to a fantastical world of witches, dragons, giants, danger, and deception. Tracked by an evil lord and accompanied by only one friend, Kadin must face his greatest fear to find the healing he longs for most. A stand-alone fantasy novel, Quest for Celestia is a complete re-imagining of one of the bestselling books of all time, first published more than 300 years ago—The Pilgrim’s Progress. If you think you know the story, think again. Twists lurk around every corner. The journey begins now. Destiny awakes in the hills. John Bunyan wrote “The Pilgrim’s Progress” while he was serving a twelve-year prison sentence for preaching the Gospel without permission. For more than two hundred years it was the second-best selling book in the world, trailing only the Bible. However with its archaic language it can be a little tough to read. Enter Steven James. He has given us a 21st Century version of this classic tale. While it is still an allegory for any Christian’s journey in this life it has the Steven James touch; Kadin is chased, attacked, healed, beaten, frozen and faces accusations, pitfalls, false luxury and betrayals. Mr. James has made this story super exciting. If you have read “The Pilgrim’s Progress” you will enjoy this book. If you didn’t read “The Pilgrim’s Progress” don’t worry, read “Quest for Celestia” and not only will you enjoy this book but you will receive all the flavor of the first one plus more. I recommend this book highly! If you missed the interview for “Flirting with the Forbidden” or “The Knight”, a different series from Steven James, and/or would like to hear the previous interview where we discussed the first two books and would like to listen to it and/or listen to interviews with other authors and professionals please go to Kingdom Highlights where they are available On Demand. To listen to 24 hours a day non-stop Christian music please visit our internet radio station Kingdom Airwaves Disclosure of Material Connection: I received this book free from Living Ink Books. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission’s 16 CFR, Part 255 : “Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and Testimonials in Advertising.”
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book is incredible. I like it a lot a lot better than pilgrim's progress i thought. I loved the suspense in this book. How he ended the chapters where you had to go to the next page was awesome!!! Steven James gives you lots of room to predict. And i absolutly loved loved loved the symbolism to the Bible and Christianity. It gave you lots of room to think and just go .... 'wow.' I would totally recommend this book and im thinking about buying it myself...a must read.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Lyra was in canterlot trotting to store to store, then she stopped to see a goregous dress. She walked in, "Excuse me ma'am how much is that dress over there?" No answer. She looked eerywhere still nopony answered. She saw a bell and rung it a couple of times. Then came in a white/brown pony mare with blue and pink that was messy came in. Her eyes were brilliant blue but looked sad. Lyra looked at her in despair. She was beautiful, not alittle but alot. "Hello?" She spoke softly without moving her lips but a tiny bit. Lyra kept gazing into the mare's dreamy eyes. "Huh? Oh yea uh... h-how much is that dress over there?" She said pointing with her hoof, half shaking. "71 bits" she answered back. "Oh ok" lyra got out her bits and gave it to the clerk. "Thank you fpr shopping at canterlot happiness never ends, here you go" giving the bag to lyra. As she walked out she looked back at the mare. "Excuse b-bt would y-you like to go out on a date?". Themare looked creeped but tilted her head. "I mean if you want and if you are a mare-luver" lyra sweated nervously. "S-sure" she answered. *On the date* lyra and "bon bon" kept talking all night. "So wanna go to my house?" Lyra asked. "Okay" bon bon blushed. (At lyra's house) *lyra sees octavia with her boyfriend and colgate with hers and vinyl crying "still" from the breakup of her boyfriend's rude dumping message* "let's go upstairs" lyra said glaring at bon bon. "Okay!!!" Giggled bon bon excitedly. "Ooohh i see you found yourself a lover...lyra?" Colgae lifted her head. Octavia laughed (of course). But not looking away from the tv. Lyra rolled her eyes. Bon bon smirked. They went upstairs. Bon bon leanedin for a kiss as soon as they reached the hallway. Lyra pushed bon bon against the wall. Lyra put her hooves on bon bon's waist. She opene the door and they both fell on the bed. Lyra was wearing a dress ( the one she bought) and so was bon bon. Bon bon and lyra kept kissing. Lyra close the door with her magic. ~ next part at rainbow six thnx jacoby aka santern crush. ;)
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
.......Am I the only one that came here expecting a book on Twilight Sparkle's "Test"?
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Stupid role players.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
HEY EVERYBODUUUUUUUUH!!*rams thru the wall and tackles rainbow dash*
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
She thinks for a second. "It kind of does. We have three pegsi, one unicorn, and one earth pony." She brightens. "Good morning everypony!"
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
*wrapsvl her arms around his neck and continues to kiss him*