Narasimha Mahaavatar Trilogy Book by Kevin Missal


Narasimha Mahaavatar Trilogy Book by Kevin Missal

In the book, Narasimha Mahaavatar Trilogy Book 1 – Narasimha, once a brave soldier, has left the war and lies low as a physician in a village. But a familiar face from his past seeks his help to stop the tyranny of the blind usurper Andhaka. If Narasimha refuses, the world might just end. What will he do? And why did he leave the war in the first place? Prahlad, the interim king of Kashyapuri, is torn between the ideals of his unrighteous father and his love for Lord Vishnu. Whom will he choose? Hiranyakashyap, the ruler of the Asura Empire, wants to avenge the death of his wife. To do that, he must go through the Trials and get the ultimate weapon – the Brahmastra. But the Trials have sent so many others to their death. Can Hiranyakashyap survive? Welcome to the reimagining of the fourth Avatar of Lord Vishnu by bestselling author Kevin Missal.

Kevin Missal wrote his 1st book at the age of fourteen, and at 22, the St.Stephens graduate is that the best author and a writer with the primary 2 books in his Kalki series being runaway successes.

Dharmayoddha Kalki: Avatar of Hindu deity and its sequel Satyayoddha Kalki: Eye of Bramha have oversubscribed one hundred thousand copies in beneath a year. Kevin loves fantasy fiction and has continuously been a disciple of mythology. His books are featured in publications just like the Sunday Guardian, The New Indian Express and Millennium Post. He lives in Gurugram.

Books from the Author: Narasimha The Mahaavatar Trilogy Book 1, Dharmayoddha Kalki – Avatar of Vishnu Book 1, Satyayoddha Kalki – Eye of Brahma Book 2.

Short excerpts from the book Narasimha Mahaavatar Trilogy

Narasimha  Mahaavatar Trilogy Book – Nara wiped his wounds with a hot, damp cloth as he looked at Indra. ‘Why are you here?’ he asked. ‘To apologize,’ Indra said, his smile growing wider. ‘Without your army, your guards, your elephant? You look like a civilian.’

‘I had to. I had to disguise myself to reach you and, of course, having Airavata with me would have made me quite conspicuous. My spies have been searching for you for the longest time, and finally, one of them heard about your antics close to a tavern and told me. I was in Mandara, discussing something with Bhairav when I heard, and rushed down here,’ Indra explained.

‘How is Bhairav?’ Nara had known all of these men during his stint back in the army. Now, none of it made sense. Lord Bhairav was a Shiva, just like Lord Rudra had been before him, during Mohini’s Yug. Shiva was a war title given down below in the mountainous regions of the Gana tribe. ‘Worse. Andhaka has been a nuisance,’ Indra sighed. ‘You have to hand it to him, though. Even though he’s blind, he’s quite the man, quite a warrior.’ Nara nodded. He had heard about Andhaka – the famous son of Hiranyaksha, the previous Asura king. The blind prince who was near impossible to kill, so superior were his battle strategies.

‘Why are you here to apologize after fourteen years?’ ‘Because …’ Indra stood up, getting a log and then tossing it in the fire, ‘I made you do some pretty questionable things. I know. I … uh …’ he sighed, ‘I am growing old, Nar. I really am. Jayant is going to take my throne soon … if there is a throne to take, otherwise I’ll make sure he leaves for Swarg. All I’m saying is, in the heat of the moment, in the heat of war, I have done some terrible things. I have ordered executions which weren’t necessary and I have led wars which were …’ ‘Wrong,’ Nara completed for him. ‘I know, they were. I was part of them.’

‘Yes, you and your Simha army. Narasimha has always supported the Devas and for that I’m grateful.’ ‘You misused our trust, my lord.’ Nara flared his nostrils. ‘We thought you would lead us in the right direction.’ ‘I still am. The other Simhas are still supporting me. They

are under Mrigsimha now,’ he said, referring to Mrig, who had once been Nara’s subordinate. ‘Only you left. Why?’ ‘You know why. I was exhausted, watching you allow deaths in vain. And then …’ He shook his head, recalling one of the many incidents in the village where the supposed Asuras lived, only to learn that instead of Asuras, it was a village of Manavs, and that he had been forced to attack Manav women and children. ‘I couldn’t spill more innocent blood. Narasimha was never supposed to kill innocents. Perhaps Mrig is okay with it, but I am not.’ ‘Every war has casualties, Nar.’ Nara nodded. ‘I know. That’s why I left it. I can’t stop the war, so I decided to leave it.’ He paused. ‘You have brought such a long war on yourself. You shouldn’t have attacked Kashyapuri. That is the reason everything started.’ And the reason my faith in you was shaken.