Turn of Events (The Slipthk War, #1)

Turn of Events is the hidden fulcrum between epic transformation and quiet revelation—a novel that captures the brief but pivotal moment when the spiral of fate catches and shifts, when lives, choices, and timelines are irreversibly altered. Taking place after the metaphysical fallout of Risen Fallen and before the emergence of The Galactic Federation, this story operates in the liminal shadow—an interstice where becoming is still fragile, where power begins to shimmer but has not yet declared itself.
At the heart of Turn of Events is Dàvîn, once a shatterpoint of divinity, now something unnameable—neither man nor god, neither ruler nor servant, but a presence in motion. Having cast off the remnants of the Slipthk and the chains of old power structures, Dàvîn wanders—not aimlessly, but attentively. He moves through places forgotten by chronology: abandoned palaces of thought, forests that dream, empty planets bearing the scars of old wars. He is listening. Waiting. Preparing.
And yet, this is not Dàvîn's story alone.
Elsewhere, Khalenek, long before her trial in the Federation, is already watching. She senses the resonance of Dàvîn's shifting aura—faint, elusive, but undeniable. Her reports to the Fifth Conclave are filled with uncertainty. She cannot categorize what he is becoming, and in that uncertainty, something ancient in her stirs: longing, loyalty, and fear. She is not yet his enemy, nor his ally. She is a question waiting for an answer.
Beneath this cosmic dance, the human world has not stopped moving. Kayla remains in the waking realm, no longer just Naviel's shadow or anchor. She is becoming something else—a threadwalker, a carrier of subtle light, tasked with protecting a knowledge not meant to survive. As the multiverse fractures along spiritual and political lines, Kayla is entrusted with a vision: one that cannot be decoded by machines or mapped by stars. It is a vision of what comes next—a new reality that cannot be born without loss.
Meanwhile, Naviel—reborn but still rippling with fragility—receives his first true task. Dàvîn sends him to a world where language collapses and time runs backward. There, Naviel meets a child who remembers the future and a woman who has forgotten she is already dead. Their paradoxes are not problems to be solved but reflections to be understood. It is in these moments, quiet and strange, that Naviel begins to embody what he is: a walker between laws, an echo of both human sorrow and divine presence.
The title, Turn of Events, is no accident. Each character experiences a personal axis, a hinge of fate. For some, it's a betrayal. For others, a revelation. A side character—a young Federation apprentice named Jæko—accidentally glimpses the multiverse's true map and begins to question the ethical foundations of the order he serves. Another—Ehrai, a weaver of neural tapestries—sees her life's work unmade when a being she once considered myth walks through her reality and doesn't acknowledge her. These side stories are more than narrative threads; they are echoes of a central truth: the turn does not always come with thunder; sometimes, it arrives like breath.
By the climax, all paths converge—not physically, but vibrationally. Dàvîn, standing beneath a silver sky that has never seen a sun, closes his eyes and accepts what he has long resisted: not supremacy, but service. He will no longer wait to be summoned. He will begin to act—not as a god, but as a catalyst.
The final pages of Turn of Events do not resolve; they pivot. A message is sent. A boundary is crossed. A star, long dormant, begins to pulse again. And in a conference room buried deep within the archives of the Galactic Federation, an alarm—thought broken for millennia—begins to hum.

Dàvin has lived many lives in one. In 2017, a collision with an 18-wheeler shattered more than bones—it fractured the veil between realities. What followed wasn't merely recovery, but rebirth. During a near-death experience, Dàvin encountered a realm beyond form, where a voice—one unmistakably divine—told them their beloved mother would soon pass. A year later, that prophecy became truth. Her transition marked the deepest wound and the deepest call: to write.
Their stories do not spring from imagination alone, but from memory—of worlds seen between heartbeats, of truths glimpsed beyond time. The Slipthk War and its upcoming companion, The Galactic Federation, are more than novels; they are sacred echoes of a lived metaphysical odyssey. Drawing on experiences of transition, loss, and celestial witness, Dàvin writes with the intimacy of one who has touched eternity and returned to speak of it.
Today, they write not simply to entertain, but to awaken. To question the seams of reality. To heal. To remind us that even in the darkest spiral, the soul remembers its origin: light.