New Website Live At (terahedun.com) – Keeping This Around For Posterity

Hello to all my readers,

As you’ve probably seen I have a new website live at terahedun.com. I’ve decided to keep this former website (teedun.wordpress.com) live just to have something in case everything goes haywire and my hosted domain site goes down indefinitely. So you won’t get updates here but I will try to update the bibliography in this post once or twice a year.

Thanks!

Much love,

Terah

Author of:

Sworn To Raise

Sworn To Transfer

Sworn To Conflict

Sworn To Secrecy

Sworn To Defiance

Sworn To Ascension

Blades Of Magic

Fan Site: The Guild

Official Facebook: Terah Edun Author Page

Official Website: http://www.teedun.com / http://www.terahedun.com

Quick Update: New Bundle, Sworn To Ascension, & NY Times

Hi All,

I thought this could wait until Wednesday when I was fairly sure I’d be done but I’ll update you now since I’m getting tons of questions.

FIRST! I’m participating in a new book bundle with fourteen other AMAZING epic fantasy authors. EPIC: Fourteen Books of Fantasy has fourteen books and over 1,000,000 words to keep you busy. So I suggest you check it out. It releases on 12/10/2014 and is already complete. 😀

Here’s the blurb:

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The freshest voices in fantasy bring you fifteen New York Times, USA Today, and Amazon bestselling authors. With fourteen stories and over one million words of captivating fiction, this epic fantasy set will keep you entranced.

Delve into worlds where adventurers discover forgotten lands of wonder and fight ancient evil. Worlds where dragons soar, where heroes and heroines wield sword and magic to answer adventure’s call.

Get one of the largest bundles of page-turning epic fantasy today…before it’s gone!
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SECOND! I temporarily delayed the release of Sworn To Ascension: Courtlight #6. I thought I would be done and edited by the 26th but I wasn’t!

MSTA Picy family and I were already scheduled to go away for the Thanksgiving (American) holiday weekend and that’s something I couldn’t cancel. So I made the choice to hold back Ascension and give it the editing love it deserved when I returned (today). I’ve already gotten back Part One of the final edits back from my amazing editor. Now I’m just working on the final 40,000 words. I know that you were expecting the story over the holiday weekend and I’m deeply sorry for disappointing you. But I also want to give you the story you deserve. To the two dozen people who already contacted me, I hope this explains things.

But again, I hope you find it worth the wait. See look -> I’ve got the corrections and everything. It’s coming.

Here’s the blurb to remind you of the awesome and there will be plenty of adventure, magic, Thanar, Sebastian and Ciardis coming! I’ll be releasing this week straight to the retailers and posting on all of my social media forums when I do.

Signed, a deeply sorry Terah.

UPDATE: I’m really sorry that happened with Barnes & Noble. I cancelled the pre-order well before release so you shouldn’t have received a copy, in error or at all. Send me an email at terahedun.ya@gmail.com and I will refund your money and send you the published Sworn To Ascension: Courtlight #6 copy when its ready.

THIRD! I have some amazing/fantastic/awesome news!

As of 11/23/2014, I’m a New York Times & USA Today Bestselling Author. I can’t thank my readers and my awesome author friends enough. 🙂 You bought and shared the last fall set I was in so Three-dimensional inscription Best sellermuch that we sold a bajillion copies. I realized I announced this everywhere including facebook and tumblr but NOT on my website before and now I’m correcting that because I know a lot of you prefer reading it here.

In case you weren’t aware, the New York Times and the USA Today Bestsellers lists are the two most coveted lists an author can get on and reflect total book sales across various retailers nationwide.

With the powers of an amazing group of authors combined, Kiss of Christmas Magic was #11 on the New York Times and #31 on USA Today! But without you it wouldn’t have happened and I’ve begun to update my book covers as swiftly as I can while still staying on schedule.

But I HAVEN’T updated my website. Why is that you ask? Well, that’s because I have a BRAND-NEW website launching in January 2015. As soon as I have some schematics/designs I’ll be sure to share. But I promise you it will be awesome and I’m so giddy about it!

New Audiobook Release: Blades Of Magic – Crown Service #1

Hello readers,

I’m so excited that the audiobook for BLADES OF MAGIC is here. The narrator, Sylvia Roldan Dohi, did a fabulous job!

Now I’m looking for readers who wouldn’t mind reviewing the audio version of BOM on Audible. I have free codes to hand out. 😀 Just comment and leave your name.

And listen to the sample below:

Blades Of Magic Audiobook Cover

 

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Sneak Peek Look at CHAPTER ONE of SWORN TO ASCENSION (Courtlight #6)

Sworn To Ascension Book CoverHello readers :) – The release date for Courtlight #6, Sworn To Ascension is officially November 30, 2014!

Ahead of the release next month, I’m doing something special. I want to share the opening pages with all of you! Starting this weekend, you can get a sneak peek look at the newest Courtlight series book. (Keeping in mind that this is after beta readers but before edits.)

Here’s the blurb:

Ciardis Weathervane is officially engaged to one man and bonded to a second. She should be planning the wedding ceremony, bearding the nobles of the imperial court in their dens, and exposing an imposter emperor. Instead she’s spending her engagement on the lawless road to the western lands.

Now with the help of a guide from a tribe of seers, Ciardis is traveling to the ancient city of Kifar. Rumored to hold the only device capable of stopping the blutgott, Ciardis, Sebastian and Thanar must break a half-century’s old quarantine in order to enter the fabled city.

But the collar of Diamis is not the only thing they seek. The princess heir’s pet wyvern lurks in wait for them and the emperor, who has done everything short of challenging the new triad of Algardis outright, wants its head on a platter upon their return.

If the unscrupulous bandits don’t make short work of them, Ciardis knows that when they return she and Sebastian will have to face and unmask the man who has stolen the imperial throne. The only question that remains…will that be before or after they’re forced to battle a god?

This sixth novel continues the story of Ciardis Weathervane from Sworn To Defiance.

TEASER TIME

I wish I had time to post a new teaser every fifth day this release but I don’t. What I CAN do is post the first chapter for Sworn To Ascension this weekend on October 26th! I want your thoughts, do you like it? Does it feel like Ciardis? Most importantly, does it keep your interest? I tried something different for my last release and now I’m going back to my tried and true format.

So check this page on Sunday morning for your first chapter of Sworn To Ascension! 😀 I’ll also be posting it on Facebook.

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Chapter 1

It was a few hours after General Barnaren’s celebratory send-off and already the night was taking on the deep purple and dusk tones of a dawning day. It wasn’t quite the next day yet, but it was coming. Ciardis Weatherane knew that and she was dreading the moment the day truly began and she would have to get out of bed. When she had wearily tucked herself in for the night, mind whirling from the meetings they had convened and the people she had faced off against, she had been sure she was not going to like what was coming the next day. But she hadn’t imagined a night spent battling nightmares and dreams of darkness either.

Now she was sitting bolt upright in her bed and a fierce dead was clawing its way up from her stomach, through her throat like a poison that was choking her from the inside-out. The sense of foreboding had been dogging her sleep, or her attempts at sleep, for most of the night. Preventing rest. Preventing peaceful dreams. What was left? Restlessness and a headache that made her want to kick something…or someone. Starting with the emperor and ending with the god of death and destruction.

Sniffing and folding her arms crossly, as she fought not to rub her temple for the fortieth time, Ciardis remembered the last time she been beset by such a restless night and a painful morning. It had been when she was twelve…and desperately needed to get a tooth pulled. Then, as now, she had held out hope that a solution would appear and the throbbing pain in her side would magically disappear. Of course, it hadn’t and she’d been forced to go to the town barber, the only individual licensed to pull teeth or draw blood in twenty miles, but licensed didn’t necessarily mean they were good at it. Which was why she’d held out for so long that she’d lie awake at night from pain while tears soaked the cloth sack that served as her pillow. When she had finally gathered the nerve to go and the money to fund the trip, the pain had dissipated within days. But there was no simple solution to what pained her now.

“Not yet anyway. To save the empire I need to find a lost dragon device and hope the god doesn’t come barreling through the rift between our two worlds in the meantime,” Ciardis said with a shudder as she sank back down under the covers with her nose peeking out of the bundled blankets.

“Such an easy task,” she said mockingly while internally cursing the throbbing headache that wouldn’t go away.

Ciardis tried to focus on her thoughts on other things. Anything to take her mind off the problems that were giving her so much pain. At least for now. So she let the blankets fall to her neck and breathed in deeply as she stared up at her canopy and remembered the eulogy in dedication to brave General Barnaren. The man who had passed on his advice to her with his last living breath. The man who had given his life to give the entire empire just a little more time before they had to face the blutgott’s wrath.

As she turned her head and pulled her hands up to rest her cheek on the cool side of the pillow, she whispered aloud, “We miss you. You gave us extra time to fight towards our salvation, let’s just hope it’s enough.”

Ciardis knew that as long as she was awake she would keep thinking the dark thoughts that had led to the blistering headache in the first place. Even if her sleep was disturbed by vivid dreams, it was better than lying awake with thoughts she couldn’t suppress. So she cleared her mind and pushed out anything but a blankness that held no sounds, no memories and no words. Just endless space. As she closed her eyes and fought to sink into the obliviousness of sleep, the loud sound of a smack against her window panes caught her attention. Ciardis surged up from where she had managed to curl into her pillow, with a long knife that she had quickly pulled from underneath a second pillow, and looked over at the window. Only to see a bird sliding down its surface, stunned from its head-on collision.

Ciardis couldn’t help the hysterical laughter that immediately sprang forth from her mouth. Relief came over her and her headache lessened, at least for a bit.

“Well, better a bird than an assassin,” she said bemused. She slid the sharp knife back into its secure hiding place and once more curled up.

This time she lasted all of five minutes before she growled to herself and said, “It’s no use. I can’t sleep. Not today. Perhaps not this entire week. Because that’s what it’s going to take. An entire week to travel to Kifar.”

And she knew that entire week she’d be tossing and turning, if not outright awake, just like she had been last night.

With a restlessness she couldn’t shake, she sat upright once more and pulled some pillows around to support her back. Ciardis couldn’t help but laugh at the irony. She couldn’t sleep in the empire’s most luxurious bed with silken sheets, soft-down comforters and enough pillows to build a fort.

“There’s no way the road to Kifar is going to be any better,” she said while thumping her head back onto the pillow in irritation. She didn’t say she wouldn’t survive the road to Kifar, because that wasn’t true. She’d slept in the open forest of Ameles to the east and bunked in the frozen tundra of the north, she would survive a week’s trip to the west. But that didn’t mean she would have to enjoy it.

For the moment though, she would enjoy the softness as she refocused her mind and her head became filled with concerns about the future, flitting through her mind so fast that she barely had time to register one before the other came to take its place.

Thoughts of her upcoming journey to the west.

Thoughts on what it meant to be betrothed to one man and bonded to another.

Thoughts on how she had become an enemy of the man who stood to be her father-in-law.

But above all, she wondered, how they were going to defeat a god of death and destruction, the blutgott, with a noble retinue more interested in self-preservation than outright battle, an oblivious population, and an emperor that would rather see them dead than assuming more power over his dominion.

With a curse she scrambled to untangle herself from the luxury linens and threw some of those soft down pillows across the room in anger for good measure.

With a furrowed brow, Ciardis realized that she wasn’t mad at the pillows or the linens. She was mad at the convenience. The luxury of lying in a bed that felt like a cloud, when she was surrounded by worry and couldn’t sleep because her night was racked with anxiety. She had come to the capitol to warn the imperial court, she had done so and now it felt like that for every step forward she made, it was one more step backward.

To stave off an anxious mind, she put her feet to the test by getting up and pacing the room. Back and forth. From the bed to the washroom. Then from the window to the door. Anything to keep her feet moving as fast as her mind was whirling.

“I should be traveling the land and preparing fortifications,” Ciardis said in disgust, “Convening with the mages and seeking the best mage spells for offensive actions.”

Her pacing had taken her to one of the broad windows of her bedroom. Ciardis walked towards it and took in the few twinkling lights on the streets below, the lights of the streetlamps in the distance.

With a sigh Ciardis continued, “Instead, where am I going? To the western-most edge of this empire.”

She knew that the errand could possibly be the key to ending the war against the god before it began. If they had the collar of Diamis in their hands and its wearer on their side, they could close the gate of Ban before the blutgott emerged from its other realm. Or so the legend went.

But that’s a big ‘if’, Ciardis thought wearily.

What is? she heard Sebastian call in her mind in a sleepy tone.

Ciardis didn’t stop her restless pacing as she barely paid attention to the second mind in her thoughts. Hearing Sebastian’s thoughts no longer felt stranger. She had become so accustomed to it to that it almost felt normal and when she couldn’t speak to him mind-to-mind, she felt a lack as sharp a missing limb. Or at least that’s what it had felt like to be surrounded by six of the emperor’s pet silencers in the imperial audience chamber.

Ciardis? Prompted Sebastian’s bodiless voice warily. Ciardis was only half-listening to his requests for more clarification. Right now while the world felt like it was spinning out of control, she was pacing her room and chewing on her finger nails. A disgusting habit she abhorred from one time she had managed to bite nail while forgetting that her hands had been finger-deep in acidic dyes the minutes before. The revolting taste had broken her habit of nawing on her nails.

Or so I thought? She explained.

I not going to even pretend I understand that, Sebastian grumbled.

Ciardis rolled her eyes at his invisible presence, said, You weren’t meant to.

For the moment he was silent and so was she. Ciardis knew he was still awake though. She could tell because, the bond between their minds had grown stronger every day since they’d entered the hallowed halls of the Old Ones icy resting place in the north. He was two floors away from her and could still pick through her stray thoughts.

Just as she tell that he was calm, if slightly anxious, Ciardis knew Sebastian could assess her emotional state as well. She was as attuned to his emotions and thoughts as he was to hers. The more strident the emotions, the louder they became.

Everything, Ciardis replied in a soft whisper. Not bothering to elaborate on her thoughts, but not denying their direction either.

She felt Sebastian wake a little bit more as he said, “Everything alright?”

Ciardis replied, Yes, now rest for a little longer. We need to be on the road no less than an hour after day breaks. We already told the emperor that we would be gone as soon as Barnaren’s celebration had ended.

She heard Sebastian snort and roll over into his pillow as he sent one last sleepy thought into her mind, A few hours after dawn is good enough as I might remind you that we only claimed our beds three hours ago.

Ciardis said nothing as she felt him loose focus and descend back into the depths of sleep.

As she turned away from the window and hurriedly dressed in practical riding clothes, she muttered to herself, “That’s what worries me.”

While Sebastian had slept like an angel for those few hours and Thanar had been off doing who-knows-what she had tossed and turned on her angelic sheets thinking about the emperor and the ‘implications’ of her seeleverbindung with the formerly powerless prince heir of the realm and the daemoni prince that seemingly everyone wanted dead.

The emperor had made it clear that he thought well of their soulbonds as long as it stayed beneficial for him. Ciardis had no doubt that he was planning to use their union to shore up his powerbase. After all, having an heir and a princess heir-to-be with such a bond at his beck-and-call was a compelling position to be in. But Ciardis had to wonder how long that goodwill would last. The emperor had also made quite clear in their audience session that he would kill them all without blinking if they crossed him or didn’t return with the prize he sought. Ciardis felt her stomach twist in knots at the thought that the emperor’s mercurial temper would turn against them if he thought it benefited his cause. Regardless of whether they returned from Kifar with what he sought, Ciardis knew he would have more demands of them.

            If we successfully return,” she told herself, “If we don’t come back with that wyverns head and the final piece to the puzzle that was the princess heir’s game plan, we might as well stay in the western lands. Because he’ll kill us anyway.”

Swallowing harshly, she pulled on some riding gloves, a cloak with a deep hood and slipped out of the door. As she walked quickly down the hallways with marble floors and fluted columns, she was careful to stay out of sight of the servants already bustling around with the day’s early morning errands.

Dark thoughts clouded Ciardis’ head as she tried to get to the lower levels and out the side door. Ciardis remembered sitting up in the night with a hand to her heart, looking around at the dark corners of her room with frightened glances. She wasn’t one to be afraid of the dark, but when the man who was to be your father-in-law was as duplicitous as the emperor, she’d be a fool not to be looking into the shadows for assassins as well.

In many ways, Ciardis thought to herself wryly, we were safer in the underground city. Only a few ways in-and-out and guarded by soldiers loyal to us at every entrance.

Ciardis was surrounded by the pinnacle of luxury now, but it felt more like a gilded cage. One filled with strangers and enemies. One which lurked with menace even as it shone with warmth. Swallowing harshly she continued onward.

One more level and I’m out of here, she thought triumphantly.

When a gaggle of female servants whispering to themselves came towards her while walking side-by-side in a long row that took up the entire hallway, Ciardis cursed and ducked behind a column.

She didn’t know why they had to walk abreast shoulder-to-shoulder like that but it was damned annoying for someone skulking through a palace with very few nooks and crannies to hide in. Ciardis took calm breathes as she hugged the marble column in front of her and waited for them to pass.

So swiftly that she didn’t have time to react, a blade was wrapped around her throat and pressed up against her neck and another person’s hand covered her mouth. Stiffening Ciardis wanted to scream but couldn’t. She also didn’t happen to have a weapon on her either, even if she could break free from her assailant.

Stupid, stupid, stupid, she cursed herself in her head.

As the body of the person behind her stilled and the hand tightened on her mouth, Ciardis’s past flashed before her eyes. She wondered if the emperor really had sent an assassin. If this would be how she died. In the shadow corners of an empress’s palace, alone and perhaps…forgotten. Would the court rejoice her passing or mourn it?

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Now that’s you’ve finished the first pre-edits chapter, don’t forget the book is already up for pre-order on all the retailers:

Amazon US: Pre-Order

Apple: Pre-Order

Barnes & Noble: Pre-Order

Kobo: Pre-Order

Blades Of Illusion is LIVE!! Read Chapters I and II of Crown Service #2 Here

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Blades of Illusion, the second book in the Crown Service series is now out. You can pick it up at exclusively on Amazon.

When I started this series, I wanted to explore the largest civil war in the history of the Algardis empire. But with this second book, the backstory has become so much more complex. It’s not just about the battles and the fighting. It’s about the reason why the war began, the shadowy figures behind it’s inception, and what one lone young woman can do to change it. Here is the second novel in Sara Fairchild’s story and I hope you enjoy it as much as you did the first books!

To jog your memory, here are what some readers said about Blades Of Magic: Crown Service #1 –

I don’t really think that it is like any author, I’ve never read anything like your books! But if I had to pick one then probably Brandon Sanderson based on the similarities with unique and imaginative magic systems, and strong female characters.

Here are the first two chapters and the blurb for a brand-new series set in the Algardis Universe. Time to have a fun weekend once more getting lost in Sara Fairchild’s world!

 

Chapter 1

 

Sara Fairchild had no idea where she was. Neither did her captain nor her fellow mercenaries. Oh, they had a general idea. A vague notion of the direction in which they needed to head to get to the battlefield. But frankly, it was a battlefield that she wasn’t sure she’d ever see. With the time passing quickly, she had lost all faith in the abilities of the commanding team to lead them to their rendezvous point. She had lost all respect for them after finding out in the worst way possible that the captain she had trusted—that they had all looked up to—had decided to take evasive actions that left the bulk of his unit stranded under a deadly hail of battlefire and poisoned arrows. Arrows that dissolved your flesh if they didn’t kill you outright from the impact. The man who was supposed to have been the leader that she could look to, but not just her; hundreds of other mercenaries had looked to him. Instead, they had died for a man who sacrificed them for the greater good. His greater good.

Captain Barthis Simon had led his elite third division away from the whole of the Corcoran mercenary marching unit in case of an attack by the Kade mages in the dead of night. The betrayal stuck in Sara’s gut like a massive knot that wouldn’t unravel. His actions went against everything she had learned. Every core value of honor and service her father had instilled in her. Simon was supposed to have been responsible for every man, woman, and child who served in all seven divisions of the Corcoran guard. From the littlest of the runners, orphans that she had mockingly taken to calling ‘Cams’, to the dozens of archers, smiths, and fighters under his charge.

With a little smile, Sara remembered the youngest of the Cams’, as in Come here ‘ams, that she had run into. He couldn’t have been more than twelve, with knobby elbows and knees and spindly black hair, the kind that a mother would set straight with a dash of water and a quick comb through until it fell flat against his skull in damp submission. That is, at least, until he managed to find a way to scruff it up again minutes later.

Sara hadn’t labelled him or any of the other younglins’ Cams’ because they shared the exact same name as any of the other orphans. No, she called him and his fellows Cams’ because all the young charges of the guild shared rhyming names like Rams and Vams courtesy of their mercenary caretaker, an archivist with a biting wit whose name she had yet to learn. Hell, she wasn’t even sure if the old caretaker was still alive. He hadn’t served in just one division, which would make the question of his death or life so much easier. He was one man who crossed all regimental and divisional boundaries as an administrator and overseer. But Sara knew he was more than some detached flunky. Instead of acting solely in the capacities of his office, she had seen him take charge of all of the orphans, include those younglings that were the least of the guild. And yet, in her heart, Sara felt the loss of the orphans more than any of the warriors slain on the battlefield. It was worse in a way she just couldn’t grasp fully but it felt like a tight vice around her heart.

She smiled grimly. It was hard to put into words, like many of things she had lately experienced. The violation of her mother’s corpse at the hands of a necromancer was a similar instance. The memory filled her with indescribable rage and unabashed sorrow.

Her lips twisted as if she had sucked on a bitter lemon. “It’s because of who they were,” she whispered to herself. “My mother was an innocent. Did no harm to anybody. The orphans were the same.”

Sara may not have been able to put her feelings into perfect words but she felt the loss in her gut like a punch to the stomach. She knew that sickening feeling was because their young lives had been snuffed out before they’d ever had a chance to truly know what it meant to be alive. She knew it wasn’t right. Everyone deserved a chance to live and experience life as it came. In a way, the adults of the guild knew what they had signed up for. For glory. And for death. They may not have expected death in such a manner. So gruesome. So painful. But they knew death was coming for them, in some manner, at some time. But what child knew that the shade of death stood on their doorstep? What child understood that each sunrise might be their last?

What child doesn’t think they’re immortal and will live forever in the rays of the sun and the light of the moon’s caress? Sara thought to herself. It was one of the rare instances where she felt reflective about the loss of life. Any life. But then again if she hadn’t been, Sara knew she’d fear she’d loss her humanity entirely.

A female mercenary hobbled past Sara. The woman didn’t say anything as she used a stick to navigate through the swamp waters surrounding her bad leg. Sara could tell at a glance that leg’s ailment was natural rather than a result of any recent attack. Finally Sara decided to stare openly at what she had found. It wasn’t the arthritic gait of the woman that had caught her eye, but the swirls and scar ridges that marked the same leg. It so happened that the woman was from a tribe of people that tattooed their heritages on their limbs and kept those limbs on display no matter what. Her tough and leathered skin was bare to the elements, and she could see twisted flesh ran up the length of her leg from foot to knee, which made Sara wonder what she was doing in the mercenary’s guild.

One person’s deformity was another person’s downfall when you stood sword-to-sword and depended on the prowess of your shield mate to guard your side.

Taking a slow breath in Sara decided to see for herself why the woman was a member of the Corcoran guard. If she couldn’t stand in a shield line, perhaps her gifts lay not in the mundane nature of physical prowess but in the might of a magic gift.

Closing her eyes and opening herself to a gift that she had firmly shut down while marching through the swamp, Sara reached down in her dormant well of power and scoop out a line of magic so thin it wasn’t enough to do much more than open her vision to the magic that inhabited the creatures, people, and nature around her.

Opening her momentarily shut eyes Sara looked forward. Expecting to be mistaken and perhaps find that the woman was a bookkeeper or a washer for the mercenaries she accompanied. But the blaze of the deformed woman’s magic made that wonder a moot point from one moment to the next. The old woman might have had a bad leg, but she was powerful. Her magic blazed like the sun as it swirled around her like a cloud of power so thick that Sara felt like she was in the present of a second sun in the mist of this gloomy swamp. If her magic had been visible to the naked eye, Sara was very sure the woman wouldn’t have been walking for very long. People would pay a lot for the influence that kind of magic could buy.

But powers and gifts are two very different things, Sara knew very well. She couldn’t guess what the woman could do yet but she was quite sure it had nothing to do with flying. No one who could sprout wings or a wind tunnel would be stuck in this miasma by their own choice for very long. Sara least of all.

Sara dropped her aura vision with a shrug. It had its uses but what it didn’t show her was what exactly the woman’s gift was. To tap into that kind of knowledge she’d need more focus and more magic than she was willing to give right now. It didn’t matter. The woman paused to look Sara in the eye with a hardened gaze of her own. Then slowly and deliberately turned to spit a vile ball of phlegm into the swamp. If the woman had spit the substance in Sara’s direction, she would have punched her first and asked questions later. There was such a thing as disrespect and such a thing as disgusting; the phlegm fell under both categories.

“Is there something you have to say?” asked Sara.

“Your thoughts are very loud child for such a silent person,” the woman responded.

Sara flinched in astonishment. Well, that was unexpected.

If there was anything she hated more than a surprise was finding out that that surprise involved a mage with mind-reading powers.

“You read my mind,” Sara said accusingly.

The woman smirked. “I read a lot of minds. It helps to keep me a step ahead of my opponents. Bad leg and all.”

“Of course,” Sara murmured. She was still discontent but there wasn’t a fat lot she could do about it.

“Not a thing,” cackled the woman.

“Do you mind?” Sara asked crossly. She preferred that someone didn’t invade her thoughts at every turn.

The woman’s face morphed back into a serious state.

“Before you spoke aloud,” the woman said in a dark tone, “you voiced a thought. I remember what you said, girl. ‘What child doesn’t think they’re immortal and will live forever in the rays of the sun and the light of the moon’s caress?'”
Sara grimaced, but nodded. “So?”

“The answer is none,” the woman said with a sad note in her voice and hobbled further onwards.

Sara raised her eyebrows. She understood now that the action the woman took had been a sign of commiseration rather than a blatant challenge. Still, it did nothing to ease the loss.

Then the woman turned back toward her with a contemplative look on her face. Sara stood and watched her bare her receding gum line with blackened teeth and take a swig of whatever was in her hip flask. The woman held it out in offering, but Sara declined. She needed her wits about her, she doubted the flask contained water. The woman was savoring the drink a bit too much for that. But Sara didn’t blame her. It was probably the last time they’d see a flask of liquor until they got to the Algardis camp. If they got to the camp.

The woman licked her lips with a satisfied grunt and said, “None of those brats knew what they signed up for. But I’d argue that none of the rest of us did either.”

The wizened mage gestured around the putrid swamp without further explanation.

Sara nodded. “It could be said none of us knew of the sordid conditions we would march under. That we didn’t know that at any moment or any day we could come across a foe we couldn’t beat. That we could die.”

The woman snorted, “Everyone knows they’re going to die. Even snot-nosed brats barely out of their mother’s swaddling.”

Sara bit her tongue, but she very much doubted an eight-year-old with a belly laugh a mile long, a Cams’ she remembered fondly, was thinking about how and when he would die, and she doubted even more that any of those lads and lassies had a mother who swaddled them in anything. It was well known that the orphans who joined the guilds didn’t come from well-off houses in search for apprenticeships. They came from the streets, from mothers who had abandoned them at birth. These women feared the stigma of giving birth to a child with no man in sight or they came from families who had fallen on hard times. Sara had learned that people were willing to do a lot worse than sell their children to the guilds for a profit. It made sense to them after all—one less mouth to feed and even a bit of coin for handing their children over.

The old and wizened mage nodded toward the front.

“Not like that one.”

“Not like what one?” Sara echoed.

“That one was no orphan,” the woman replied.

She was looking ahead and Sara could tell, just from the way her face was set, that she would say no more. If Sara were a betting woman, she would have sworn on a day’s wages that the woman’s beady eyes were fixated on the scalp of a certain red-haired gentleman. Sara had questions on her mind, but the woman hobbled forward and out of sight before the words had a chance to escape her lips. That was the last Sara saw of her as she disappeared into the crowded ranks of mercenaries further up ahead.

As Sara let out a slow breath and her eyes remained trained on the red hair that she could see thanks to her own battle mage gifts she couldn’t help but feel the fury rise once more within her. Sara didn’t have the emotional strength or the desire to stomp through a sixth of a mile of mud to race up to the front and confront the captain on a suspicion. A suspicion of ineptitude, of moral ambiguity, or of general cowardice. She couldn’t. Besides, the second suspicion wasn’t exactly a capital crime and the first and last were something she couldn’t prove. The man certainly hadn’t risen through the ranks of the cut-throat mercenary’s guild based on his good looks. For now she would wait and watch and let the pain, the anger and the fear simmer like a black cauldron over a banked fire. As long as she didn’t allow her emotions to control her actions, Sara felt that the pain they awoke kept her mind sharp, acting more as a boon than a burden. It kept her awake. It kept her alert.

 

 

 

Chapter 2

 

Sara’s fist slowly clenched by her side as she felt the pain in her heart manifest itself into an almost physical knot that grew tighter and tighter in her stomach. Sara was no fool. The captain had abandoned the lot in favor of saving his own skin, keeping his prized division of fighters away from the fray. Above all—continuing on with his mission to deliver the captured Kade mage known as Nissa Sardonien, the revered Sun mage, to the council at the battlefield.

He’d done it for a reason. But in her opinion, his reasoning was flawed. His logic was corrupt. He was without honor.

“Can’t do anything about it now though,” she muttered softly to herself, “The only option that remained would be to bring him up on court martial charges back in Sandrin.”

As things stood that would just have to do. She didn’t have to like the conclusion. It rankled her skin like a cat that had gotten wet and was trying to rid itself of the odd sensation on its fur. Sara felt pain, anger, and a smoldering desire for retribution, retribution that would come. Her resentment wasn’t because of some all-consuming love of her fellow mercenaries. She hadn’t really liked any of her campmates. In fact, she had flat-out disliked a few. Still, she felt some responsibility to fight for the memory of her fallen comrades, just as she fought for her father’s ghost. Besides, none of them deserved to die like that. They had signed up for glory on the battlefield in the name of their empress, not to be sheep slaughtered as one captain’s diversionary tactic.

Sara spit into the swamp in the disgust while she felt her lip curl up in anger. She couldn’t help it. Disgust roiled through her from the bad taste in her mouth to the dark pit in her stomach that threatened to make her hurl. She shivered, though it had nothing to do her sweat-stained armor or the swamp water that seeped into her boots and everything to do with the man who led them. Sara would call him a coward before she called him a leader. But fortunately for him, the captain would never again have to hear her opinions of his actions. In fact, the man cared less for her opinion than he did for Ezekiel Crane’s at the moment. Except for one brief exchange, the captain had made a point of studiously avoiding her while looking important at the front of the lines. At least, Sara liked to think he was avoiding her. The fact that he might not consider her significant enough of a threat to even entertain a conversation briefly crossed her mind. Briefly.

The one time he had approached the two of them, days past, it had been to deduce Ezekiel’s opinion on their location. Sara hadn’t thought then that Ezekiel knew where they were. She had been surer by the minute however after that exchange, Sara Fairchild was sure that the captain didn’t know his ass from his hands, in addition to being a coward. Ezekiel, however, hadn’t been able to shed any light on where they had ended up. He had quietly and respectfully explained that he had not one clue where they were in the swamp nor the distance to the end. As a ‘rare items acquirer for the wealthy’, Ezekiel’s explorations had taken him to various parts of the empire, but never had he wandered into these lands.

Neither Sara nor Captain Simon had bothered asking why he’d overlooked this part of the empire. They had only to look around at the miasma of heat and wet to see why. This place was like living in someone’s armpit. In addition, Sara hadn’t seen any sign of intelligent life living in the swamp, neither human nor even kith, and the stench of the place was worse than her underclothes after a fortnight on the march. She had to wonder what in the seven hells a swamp was doing smack-dab in the middle of what was supposed to be the most bountiful farmland in the empire.

However it came to be here, Sara thought with a weary wipe of her brow, The temperatures are going to make me weep for a mug of cold water from home.

Sara remembered asking a builder about how the swamp had come to be here. He was a mercenary assigned the sole tasks of maintaining the long-abandoned war machines and the roads their mercenary core traveled on and so if anyone would have known the answer, he would have. His face had been a curtain of sweat as he quietly said, “Magic. Magic is all it is. This civil war is less than a decade old and the mages are changing the very fabric of the landscape. Mark my words, Algardis will never be the same. Never look the same after this is done.”

Sara had wondered what he had meant then. But when she had questioned further, he had just wandered off muttering about mold on the spokes of his carriage wheels and rust lining his cannon casings. Sara would be the first to admit she didn’t know much about taking care of machinery, but she knew weapons and a dank swamp didn’t belong anywhere near the empire’s most fertile fields.

“These lands are supposed to be filled with fields of golden wheat and brown barley for as far as the eye can see,” she muttered distastefully as she eyed a frog-like creature that gazed right back at her with two of its three eyes; the last one tracked on an insect she couldn’t see.

As Ezekiel had nodded in understanding and given the captain his somewhat-sincere apologies that he couldn’t help, after all, he was stuck here— too—and if the captain was lost, so were they all, he kept a tight grip on Sara’s left wrist. Because she wasn’t thinking of pleasantries or even giving the man who had brought them here a sympathetic look. No, Sara knew and Ezekiel knew, that she was very likely to bring up her clenched fist in a swift left hook, being ambidextrous had its benefits after all, and clock the captain straight into his nose. She hoped her fist broke the captain’s fine, patrician nose too. It would serve him right.

Sara couldn’t abide incompetents any more than she could evil-doers. This captain, in her mind’s eye, was a lot of one and a slight bit of the other. A person had to have a little bit of evil in them to blithely make the decision to leave his mercenaries in the path of an assault like sitting ducks while he took cover. Sara’s left wrist had ached, not from Ezekiel’s grip, but from the tremor that ran through her muscles as she fought the urge to jerk free and assault her captain. It would do them no good here. She had known that. She hadn’t liked it, but she had known.

Under the captain’s assessing gaze, she had watched as he had figured out that she would deck him if he had stayed a minute more. To his credit, Captain Barthis Simon had turned away quietly, not questioning the defiant rage in her orange eyes that undoubtedly made them glow like the coals of a banked fire. He didn’t turn away because he was afraid; he, too, was one of the fabled battle mages. He had turned away because he was smart, and Sara Fairchild was a fight he didn’t need at the moment.

As she had watched him walk away with rage and disgust in her heart, Sara remembered huffing and irritably yanking her left wrist out of Ezekiel’s bruising hold. She had stared at the retreating captain’s back and said to Ezekiel beside her, “Don’t ever get in my way again.”

“Fine, I’ll just let you hang in the gallows for assaulting an officer,” he had said dryly.

Sara had then turned to him with a solemn look on her face and a bit of the anger still in her eyes.

Ezekiel had stilled at the look. “I was only trying to help.”

“When I need your help, I’ll ask for it.”

A tic had appeared in Ezekiel’s eye. “You see, Sara, that’s something friends do.”

She folded her arms crossly as she watched him. “What?”

“They help without being asked.”

Before she could get another word in, Ezekiel Crane had proceeded to do what he did best in a huff—ignore her. He had strode forward silently. She had followed moments later, and they had been silent marchers for the better part of an hour before Ezekiel broke as he spotted a crested-something-or-other bird that he had to get Sara’s attention for.

“Look at that, Sara! That’s a black-crested Willow Pike C—,” Ezekiel had exclaimed.

Sara hadn’t paid his words the least bit of mind. But she had obediently trained her eyes on the bird Ezekiel’s trembling finger pointed at while putting a hand on his raised arm and forcing him to lower it. Caution had forced her to put a wary hand on a knife even as her eyes sought out his prey. She wouldn’t know if the bird was one of those caged balls of feathers so popular with nobles on Market Street or a terrifying, razor-beaked predator until she had set her eyes on it. Relief that it was the former and not the latter put a small half-smile on her face. You could never actually tell if whatever Ezekiel was pointing at like an attraction in the central square was dangerous or simply interesting. He seemed to find both qualities mesmerizing. Both because the bird was the former and he was talking to her again. Sara tensely wondered for a minute if she could have trusted Ezekiel to shoot it out of the sky; she hadn’t exactly had a chance to test his mettle with the old bow-and-arrow.

She had reluctantly decided to just be grateful the issue hadn’t come up.

“You’re sure it’s not a threat?” she had teased.

“Of course it’s not a threat,” had said Ezekiel, “But I don’t know what it’s doing here. They’re woodland birds, not swamp creatures.”

She had watched the black and white winged creature flit from branch-to-branch before it took flight, away from the direction they were heading. Its movement left her both with a sense of unease and cautious satisfaction. Satisfaction because she had been right. Unease because being right meant they were stuck up the creek without a paddle, so to speak. In other words, they were screwed.

“It’s going away from us,” Sara said.

“I know,” grumbled Ezekiel as he hastily put away the sketchbook he had brought out from a pocket of his non-regulation gear.

“That’s bad,” Sara said.

“I know,” Ezekiel repeated with slumped shoulders while staring ahead. Then he side-eyed Sara in surprise. “Wait. Why do you think it was bad?”

It was obvious he thought it was the end of the world because he had just missed his opportunity to illustrate the rare bird.

“Because,” Sara said as she looked forward into the endless swamp that lay before them, “You never want to go somewhere a damned bird won’t, and…“

“And?” Ezekiel prodded after she was silent for a moment.

“And,” said Sara grimly, “We’re three miles into this swamp trek, by my estimations, and we’ve yet to see anything as close to normal as that bird, rare though it is, as we walked by. That tells me two things: one, the builder was right—this swamp is mage-made.”

“And the other?” Ezekiel asked quietly.

Sara looked over at him, “That we’ve barely reached the beginning. The bird turned around because it could. It would rather turn back to fly to normal land, presumably, than go further into this swamp.”

“Oh,” said Ezekiel with a thoughtful look. “How much longer do you think the swamp lasts?”

“I don’t know,” Sara remembered answering, “And that’s what worries me.”

Ezekiel nodded to the rapidly receding form of their red-haired captain visible in the distance and said, “You’re not the only one.”

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Red Madrassa: Algardis #1 Re-Write – Your Opinion Please

So I mentioned awhile ago that once I got close to finishing off one of my high fantasy series, Courtlight or Crown Service, I would re-write and re-release RED MADRASSA: Algardis #1. Courtlight has 3 more books coming out and then it closes off. Since I like to plan ahead, I’m asking for your opinions on Red Madrassa and the original Algardis series.

First: is there anyone here that read it, loved it, and wouldn’t want anything changed? There are a couple hundred people who bought it. Second: if you did read it and want changes, what comes first to mind? I’ll let you refresh your memory and read the blurb linked above. 😉 Go on.

In my opinion, the premise of RED MADRASSA was complex (too complex) and it wasn’t written as well as it should have been. The book had four point of views for one thing which allowed all the readers to get into every character’s head but was the devil to write. But the core concept of the book is something I still love and really want to share with you guys. Essentially its the story of four young mages (around ages 14-15) as they enter into a private mage academy in Algardis. Set after the civil wars which Crown Service features and before the adventures of Ciardis in Courtlight, the book will focus on the mage studies, magical theory, and history of mages in the empire of Algardis.

So I really would like to have an open discussion from fans for what they would like to see with a revamp of my original and first book about Algardis. If you read it, great! If you didn’t read it, fine! Give me your ideas on what the series should focus on. Should it follow one character and his/her friends or have POVs from all of them? Do you want to see a dragon mage as the main lead or a human elemental mage? Do you like the bones of the original story?

The TITLE is the first revamp. What do you think it should be called? I’m leaning to the same formula I have for my other high fantasy series – ‘ X by X’ or ‘X on X’ or something similar.

The SERIES NAME is the second revamp. Courtlight focuses on a young woman’s adventures and journey into high society. Crown Service focuses on a young woman’s battle to do good while serving her empire & all the moral complications that come with that. X is focused on the training and development of young mages into the people they are destined to become. Any suggestions?

The COVER DESIGN will be the third revamp. Should the covers focus on the characters as individuals or be more thematic in design with symbols as the focus? 🙂 What book covers do you absolute love for YA High Fantasy and would like to see as the style for this series revamp?

I’m asking because you all had such wonderful ideas for the name of Courtlight #6 and this book is not just for me, its for you! In either case we have plenty of time to discuss as it’ll be coming in 2015 at the earliest.

Blades Of Illusion available for PRE-ORDER & catch an excerpt now!

Blades Of Illusion Book Cover - 900x1350 The second book in the Crown Service series, BLADES OF ILLUSION, is now available for pre-order on Amazon.

Not only is Blades Of Illusion on pre-order, but the prequel BLADES OF MAGIC is temporarily free. Yes, you read that right. But by Wednesday night, it will be back to paid. So I suggest you download your free copy today and start the Crown Service series.

For those who haven’t read Crown Service, it follows the journey of a battle mage and young woman named Sara Fairchild determined to uncover her father’s crimes. But nothing is as simple as it seems and as she bumps into dark groups along the way, she learns that perhaps her father’s crimes weren’t as obvious as it would seem.

As an unstoppable war breaks out between the mages of the Algardis Empire, young Sara Fairchild enlists in the empress’s army to find out exactly what everyone’s trying to hide. But there are secrets on both sides of the battle that will make her question everything…

Crown Service is set in the Algardis Universe and begins a few hundred years before Courtlight starts.

Blurb:

(312 pages) Sara Fairchild, duelist and combatant, is out for vengeance. Her father was betrayed. Her mother is dead. All she has left is her desire for revenge and a quest for answers.

Now a member of the Mercenary Guilds’ elite guard, she fights on the front lines of her empire’s first civil war. But Sara’s priority isn’t winning the war for the crown or empire. It’s finding out the true circumstances of her family’s downfall while keeping one mild-mannered curator alive.

As emotionally detached as she is from everyone around her, Sara can’t seem to shake the stubborn affection of her one friend. When she stumbles upon the secrets of not one but two Kade mages, she soon finds out that neither of their lives is worth anything to either side.

As she fights to outmaneuver a group of fiendish imperial assassins and win a war that grows more complicated by the day, Sara Fairchild knows that no matter what, the empire will never be the same.

First Chapter Excerpt (Pre-Edits):

Chapter 1

Sara Fairchild had no idea where she was. Neither did her captain or her fellow mercenaries. Oh, they had a general idea. A vague notion of the direction in which they needed to head to get to the battlefield. But frankly, it wasn’t a battlefield that she was sure she’d ever see. With the time passing quickly, she had lost all faith in the abilities of the commanding team to lead them to their rendezvous point. She hadn’t much respect for them after finding out in the worse way possible, that the captain she trusted, the captain they all looked up to, had decided to take evasive actions that left the bulk of his unit stranded under a deadly hail of battle fire and poisoned arrows. Arrows that dissolved your flesh if they didn’t kill you outright from the impact. The man who was supposed to have been the leader that she could look to. But not just her, hundreds of other mercenaries had looked to him. Instead they had died for a man who sacrificed them for the greater good. His greater good.

Captain Barthis Simon had led his elite third division away from the whole of the Corcoran mercenary marching unit in case of an attack by the Kade mages in the dead of night. The betrayal stuck in Sara’s gut like a massive knot that wouldn’t unravel. His actions went against everything she had learned. Every core value of honor and service her father had instilled in her. Simon was supposed to have been responsible for every man, woman, and child who served in all seven divisions of the Corcoran guard. From the littlest of the runners, orphans that she had mockingly taken to calling ‘Cams’, to the dozens of archers, smiths, and fighters under his charge. With a little smile, Sara remembered the youngest of the Cams’, as in Come here ‘ams, that she had run into. He couldn’t have been more than twelve with knobby elbows and knees and spindly black hair, the kind that a mother would set straight with a dash of water and a quick comb through until it fell flat against his skull in damp submission. That is, at least until he managed to find a way to scruff it up again minutes later.

Sara hadn’t labelled him or any of the other younglins’ Cams’ because they shared the exact same name as any of the other orphans. No, she called him and his fellows Cams’ because all the young charges of the guild shared rhyming names like Rams and Vams courtesy of their mercenary caretaker, an archivist with a biting wit whose name she had yet to learn. Hell, she wasn’t even sure if the old caretaker was still alive. He hadn’t served in just one division, which would make the question of his death or life so much easier. He was one man who crossed all regimental and divisional boundaries as an administrator and overseer. But Sara knew he was more than some detached flunky. Instead of acting solely in the capacities of his office, she had seen him take charge of all of the orphans, include those younglings that were the least of the guild. And yet, in her heart, Sara felt the loss of the orphans more than any of the warriors slain on the battlefield. It was worse in a way she just couldn’t put a finger on.

She smiled grimly. It was hard to put into words like many of things she had lately experienced. The violation of her mother’s corpse at the hands of a necromancer was a similar instance. The memory filled her with indescribable rage and unabashed sorrow.

Her lips twisted as if she had sucked on a bitter lemon. “It’s because of who they were,” she whispered to herself. “My mother was an innocent. Did no harm to anybody. The orphans were the same.”

Sara may not have been able to put her feelings into perfect words but she felt the loss in her gut like a punch to the stomach. She knew that sickening feeling was because their young lives had been snuffed out before they’d ever had a chance to truly experience what it meant to be alive that she felt so much sorrow. She knew it wasn’t right. Everyone deserved a chance to live and experience life as it came. In a way, the adults of the guild knew what they had signed up for. For glory. And for death. They may not have expected death in such a manner. So gruesome. So painful. But they knew death was coming for them, in some manner, at some time. But what child knew that the shade of death stood on their door? What child understood that from one day to the next they would never see the sun rise again?

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Dark Roses | Coming September 16th

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Want to read a very special and brand-new short story of Katherine Thompson? Time to pre-order DARK ROSES which includes Witches Finish First!

Eight bestselling authors. Eight stories of paranormal romance. Eight series to take your breath away. From kick-ass cheerleaders to leaders of the fae, these teenage girls are out to save their worlds, one unforgettable adventure at a time. The only thing standing in their way – love, loss & a little magic.

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From NYT & USA Today Bestselling author, P.T. MICHELLE – BRIGHTEST KIND OF DARKNESS — Nara Collins is an average sixteen-year-old, with one exception: every night she dreams the events of the following day. Due to an incident in her past, Nara avoids using her special gift to change fate…until she dreams a future she can’t ignore.

From USA Today bestselling author LYLA PAYNE, writing as TRISHA LEIGH – WHISPERS IN AUTUMN — For sixteen years, Althea has been alone in her ability to feel emotion, to think for herself, and on occasion, light things on fire. The autumn brings a boy named Lucas to town, along with unwanted scrutiny from the alien race of Others that rule Earth, and if she wants to live to see winter Althea will have to stop hiding–and start fighting

From USA Today bestselling author, ANTHEA SHARP – FEYLAND: THE DARK REALM — Jennet Carter never thought hacking into her dad’s new epic-fantasy sim-game would be so exciting… or dangerous. But behind the interface, dark forces lie in wait, leading her toward a battle that will test her to her limits and cost her more than she ever imagined.

From bestselling author, LOLA ST. VIL – GUARDIANS: THE GIRL — The prophecy says “should human and angel unite, it will bring the end of the human race…” Yet Emmy & Marcus can’t fight their feelings. All they want is to be together; the only way for us to survive is to keep them apart…

From bestselling author, TERAH EDUN – WITCHES FINISH FIRST — Witch. Daughter. Queen. Katherine is second-in-line in a provincial town ruled by her coven. But she’s about to learn that the hierarchy of witches first, fae second, and humans last isn’t set in stone…at least not in high school.

From bestselling author, ERICA COPE – LARK — An ordinary girl. An ordinary life. Until her Elfin heritage comes to light. Mia Carrington discovers she’s the heir to the kingdom of Álfheimr in the most unexpected way. But it’s the Dark Elves that pursue her that have her world turned upside down, because they will let no one and nothing stop them from claiming her.

From bestselling author, CAMERON JACE – PENTIMENTO — On her seventeenth birthday she comes of age. Her seventeen birthday is also the day the Beasts come for her. After the destruction of the world these rulers of new America provide safety and services to human in exchange for one new teenage girl every week. They call them the Brides, and they never come back.

From bestselling author, SARRA CANNON – BEAUTIFUL DEMONS —
Harper Madison’s inability to control her extraordinary powers has gotten her kicked from countless foster homes. Shadowford Home for Girls and Peachville High are her last chance. But when evidence ties her to the gruesome murder of a Demons cheerleader, Harper discovers this small town has a big secret.

Blades Of Illusion is coming

Blades Of Illusion is coming…just not today. My email tends to blow up when I miss a release date and I don’t keep you informed. So I’m letting you know, I’m almost done but not quite yet and I don’t want to put out an unfinished product.

I’m hoping to have everything finalized this week, so you’ll have it by September 5th (when it’s absolutely ready). So don’t despair but I won’t be posting anymore updates until its done. And no new releases (aside from DARK ROSES) before Blades Of Illusion 🙂

Also I have so many things going on but here’s a quick run-down, the SWORN TO RAISE:Courtlight #1 audiobook is in the final week of production, the ACCESSION:Sarath Web #1 audiobook has been approved & I’m waiting on Amazon/Audible links, I’m having a mega-sale on 5 Courtlight books for the Labor Day holiday weekend with all of them at $0.99 & Sworn To Raise made it to the Top 10 Kindle free lists with over 30,000 downloads, I’m in an epic boxed set called DARK ROSES with NYT/USAT best-selling authors with a brand-new short story set in the Sarath web world, the Courtlight series books are in print now, and I’m giving away a signed paperback set with swag on Tumblr – so join me over there!

So please bear with me for the delays. I’m gearing up for an epic fall release schedule and I would love for you to stick with them all. Here’s a puppy and enjoy the rest of your weekend. 🙂