Welcome  to   Myth  of  Ends

An epic fantasy series begins with the immersive novel Myth of Ends by Lee Vaughn. To some, it’s fiction; to others, it carries hidden knowledge.

Lee unpacks and explores the human story by gathering common threads from ancient world mythology, coupled with alternative researchers and authors such as Graham Hancock, Randall Carlson, Brien Foerster, Paul Wallis, Freddy Silva, Andrew Collins, Chan Thomas, John Allegro, Ammon Hillman, Victor Clube and Bill Napier, Edgar Cayce, Socrates, Plato, and many more.

“An epic unlike any other—an ancient memory rising like a phoenix from the ashes of time, recalling a lost golden age and the rebirth of worlds.”

“A twisted tale of trickery, mass worship of false gods, and cults of science.”

Myth Of Ends

CHAPTER ONE

“This cuts deep, like a laceration to my heart. To leave my life here is to die, and I would rather die, Goddess.” The beautiful Princess lifted a finely carved ebony letter opener in prayer, its blade gleaming sharply, and admired her profile in the dresser mirror. 

Young Princess Vah, once adored, never imagined her parents would give her away, twice. At age eleven, she was dedicated to the sacred mysteries. Now dwelling away from home, among priestesses in the holy temple, burrowed mountainside of majestic glass and heavy stone.  

However, after just three years, they were sending her off again — in the midst of a rising pillar of horrid black smoke stretching to the sky’s ceiling, dividing like gods of chaos above the noble citizens. This second parting carried a heavier sorrow, one that felt colder and more final.

After a moment of stillness, she crudely slit the shoulder of her gardening jacket, where a small tear had begun to form. Setting down the tool, she ripped the sleeve open further with a tug of her hands and fingers.

Concern festered alongside town cries, with no clear indication of whether delicate Princess Vah would ever return. Deep in her heart, feelings she couldn't name began to storm like wild horses.

Voices of servants, townspeople, and volunteers rose that early morning, as they climbed the hillside path marching passed the corner of her quarters. The wise ones paused at the courtyard altar on her grassy knoll, for a short breath or prayer, grooming their thin silver hair and long, thick beards. Some donated gold to the temple from deep pockets in their midnight purple robes. Each heavy coin clanked as it dropped into the rose-quartz depository at the outdoor podium.

Their faithful hearts continued beyond the priestess temple as they trekked the winding and dusty coarse granite road. Its copper hue collected on each sandal and clung to their toes and ankles as they extended upward, and onward. It wasn’t a hard journey, but a long one, up the hillside with effort.

At the top of the mount stood the royal Palace of Alcyone — all robust and commanding, it carried a powerful balance of feminine curves and masculine corners. Standing tall in endless fog, its godly soaring arches vanished into the clouds, a teasing illusion to the senses that seemed to prove its divinity.

Princess Vah soon caught more echoes of distant shouts and murmurs.  A growing assembly of worried people lined the slope to seek the King’s courtyard and next decree. 

“We must escape, Goddess. You must help me,” she whispered to a pillar figurine resting on the dresser against the temple’s ancient stone wall. Clasping it tightly and to her lips, she continued, “Escape here, so we can stay here! It makes perfect sense. I need to find a scribe in the city, lover.”

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The Author

Lee Vaughn is an American sci-fi writer and independent journalist who creates captivating stories in multiple formats, including hardcover editions, paperbacks, e-books, and audiobooks. For 25 years, he has journeyed across the Earth, drawing inspiration from adventures that span continents, forging friendships in every corner of the world, and immersing himself in a rich tapestry of cultures, cuisines, music, dance, and automobiles. His writing embraces humility, humor, and heart, filled with excitement, thoughtfulness, and purpose.

A near peril marched from the lowlands; Demigod descendants, ego-driven and desperate to escape reconciliation, sweep upon the cities from the sea to seize the daughters of nobles and breed a new dominion.

And now, from the highlands emerges young Princess Vah, priestess of a divine Goddess and heir to her father’s dying river kingdom. Torn from her city and sent into the mountainous caves of a sage, she contends for the sacred order.

But with her priestess training cut short by fire and flood, Princess Vah struggles with only fragments from a world that no longer exists. Dragged forward by vows she cannot yet name, she is abducted by a shining messenger who hails across far deep waters.

Across hollow hills and mountain door passes, the Princess must outwit red-haired giant cannibals, sorcery, breeding cults, and captivity, to find the Long-skull magi and pygmy wanderers who keep the elder ways, while Oracles and Wu shamans cast lots and ride the breath into trance and dance as warning draws near.

Yet a deeper trial returns. An old acquaintance rises as a valiant leader whose presence tempts her sacred fidelity and reopens a wound from her past.

The harvest of the lands begins to fail while people blame the gods and each other amid wickedness and ritual crucifixions. Traveling Sophists teach as Sages retreat to the hills. Messiahs befriend witches while a secret class of Administrators teach Living Resurrection and the Sanctified Erotic.

Virgin prophecy and new religions sweep valleys and hilltops as people cling to hope until a sudden plague strips the land bare with famine, disease, and the great harvest of souls.

Princess Vah must divide the shadow Elite class who enslave the masses and spread the divine order of balance to all, or the planet may be destined for a final purification.

In a long-forgotten age, lost to the fading memory of subsequent generations, Planet Goddess Ki was governed by an everlasting divine race — Great Mothers and Fathers of the sky and keepers of her lands — a coalition of good stewards who ruled by a chronograph of heaven. They braided her vineyards, bejeweled her with temples, and raised the tallest wheat in her fields. Their births carried cries of rapture, and the world flourished beneath their watch.
But in a mysterious time, Ki turned like a great clock, and all was forgotten.

And then arose a vast land rebuilt by the sons of men, master students of reading, temples, and writing, as they mirrored their great ancestors. Though their cities grew orderly and secure, they carried an emptiness within. Some struggled for clarity, meaning, and belonging. Others were buffered by routine and success. They searched inward and outward and to the past, yet the hunger silently endured.