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Orb Of Zorn #1

 

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Date Published: 05-24-2023

 

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When Elcon is heard reciting a cantrip in the magic-averse village of
Walsz, he is put through a trial by ordeal. Plunged into the Nom River, he
barely survives the swim. Leaving behind the angry mob on the shore, he then
runs away from home. Out on his own for the first time in his young life, he
meets a stranger who gifts him with a stone that has mystical powers.
Accompanied by the mage, Dras, the young apprentice goes on a quest to save
the world from the return of the Shadowlord.

A classic epic fantasy adventure with swords, sorcery, orcs, elves, and
outcasts. The first book of the Orb of Zorn Trilogy. Grab a cloak and join
the quest.

 

About the Author

John Gorman

Still a rogue at heart, John has spent most of his life making stuff up,
mainly to fill in the gaps of an otherwise untidy CV. He’s taught
tennis, sold wine, hustled a few chess games, and babysat for numerous scaly
and furry creatures. His stories, essays, and articles have appeared in over
50 journals worldwide. He’s the author of the humorous fantasy books
The Acolyte And The Amulet and Beyond The Vicious Vortex (Nebilon Series).
He lives with his wife and daughter.

 

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Fantasy, Epic Fantasy

Date Published: May 2, 2023

 

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When a god dies, do their powers die with them? What if what remains holds
an ancient evil at bay? What if that evil were set free?

 

With their ranks decimated, the companions are given an impossible task:
find the staff of the missing god of light and remove it from his tomb. If
not, the city of Penwick will meet an icy death at the hands of a maniacal
dracolich.

Even if they were to achieve the impossible, the dark castle from the
shadow planes still hangs over the city. With their worlds merging,
it’s only a matter of time until the next invasion.

How far will the companions go in this blackest of hours to save Penwick
from immortal wrath? Will the need for power drive them to stray down a dark
path? And if they do, will they unleash something even worse upon their
world?

 

About the Author

F.P. Spirit

F.P. Spirit is an avid science fiction and fantasy fan. A Trekkie before it
was cool, F. P. became hooked on fantasy the moment he cracked open his
first copy of Lord of the Rings. When he is not lost roaming the multiverse
of sci-fi and high-fantasy fiction, F. P. is either creating adventures for
his roll-playing friends and family or connecting with his mind and body in
an attempt to reach that inner spark of spirit.

To learn more, you can go to his website (fpspirit.com) or sign up for his
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Date Published: 4/15/2023

 

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Ricardo Montero is a painter of great repute, favored by the king of
Salandra and chosen by him to paint the ceiling of a temple dedicated to a
sea goddess. When he mysteriously goes missing, his friend Beatriz enters a
competition to paint the temple in his stead. But when the sea goddess
herself gets involved in Beatriz’s painting, and in her life, Beatriz finds
herself in over her head. Hopefully the woman she’s falling in love with can
help keep her afloat.

Meanwhile, Ricardo has been kidnapped by one of the king’s enemies, a woman
who claims the kidnapping is purely to spite the king but who seems obsessed
with Ricardo himself. Under pressure and learning secrets he never wanted to
know, Ricardo fights to maintain his loyalty to the king and control over
his feelings and his life.

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He’d blacked out in a stable the stranger had led him to, as near as
he could remember. The night was all a bit of a blur. The next thing he
knew, he was waking up to the jolting rhythm of wagon wheels, unkind to a
pounding headache. Where… what…

And something scratched at his wrists and ankles when he moved, trying to
stretch out. He groaned, trying to find a comfortable position. The only
bright side was a dark side—there was a blanket over his body,
including his head, and from what he could tell it was blocking out a lot of
sunlight which would not have been kind to his hangover.

“Juan?” he muttered.

No one responded.

Still dizzy and not entirely sober, he’d fallen back into a light
sleep, waking now and then at being jostled against other items in the cart.
There was a chest of some sort, that was the biggest thing, but also a
couple of smaller boxes, and a length of rope. Half-asleep, he felt the
oddest thing about his situation to be a lack of hay. When he was young, he
used to sneak into hay wagons and hide under the stacks. You could catch a
ride that way, at least until the farmer caught you. He felt that he was
hiding from someone now but couldn’t remember who or why. And there
wasn’t any hay, no hay at all.

It was only after a good long while—maybe half an hour or maybe a
couple hours even, hard to tell half asleep—after a thousand bumps in
the road and a few muffled overheard conversations and a whole lot of
confused pondering about the lack of hay—that Ricardo realized the
source of discomfort on his wrists and ankles was rope. He’d been
bound hand and foot, and he was in a strange cart with no memory of how he
got there. This realization demanded some action.

“Hello,” he called out. “Excuse me. Who’s out
there? What are you doing? What-what is this?” He kicked at the bottom
of the cart too, though he doubted that would be heard over the rattling of
the wagon. His voice was a bit raspy too, as his throat was almost as sore
as his head, and he wondered if that would be heard either. After a couple
minutes, however, the wagon slowed to a stop, and the blanket was lifted off
his head, exposing his eyes to sunlight. He winced, groaned, and then slowly
processed the face he was seeing, the face of the stranger who’d been
drinking with him at the bar last night. What had been the man’s
name… It had started with a D. Oh, right, Diego.

“Diego,” he said, “What the hell is this? Get me out of
these ropes and this damn wagon. Gods, what time is it?”

“Almost noon,” the man said. “And I’d prefer you
call me Captain Alban. Not that I didn’t enjoy drinking with you, but
I wouldn’t say we’re on first-name terms, Montero.”

“I really don’t care,” Ricardo said. “Fine,
Captain. Am I under arrest, then? This is a fine way to go about it. If the
king hears…”

“You’re not under arrest. I’m kidnapping you,”
Captain Alban said far too calmly. “As for the king, I don’t
really care what he’d have to say about it. I’m part of the
guard of the countess of Suelta. As you mentioned last night, we don’t
get along well with the king.”

 

About the Author

Melody Wiklund

Melody Wiklund is a writer of fantasy and occasionally romance, including
the YA novel Eleven Dancing Sisters, published in 2017. In her free time,
she loves knitting and watching Chinese dramas. Sometimes she draws, more
rarely paints. She is a big fan of baroque art, particularly that of Diego
Velasquez.

 

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Archmage Blitz

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Farewell to the Old World

Fantasy

Date Published: April 1st, 2023

 

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A Kiran Princess named Sol has the power to look into the future, and a
vision comes along one day that has the power to change her whole life and
that of all the people around her. From this moment on, a multitude of
unusual happenings will be heading her way.

Wrapped up in inter-tribal conflicts and risk, Sol’s world has
suddenly transformed itself into one of adventure, involving the exploration
of a magical island that may soon disappear forever.

Join Sol in her foray to save the people around her while captive in this
magical world.

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Christopher Leigh Dodson

Christopher Leigh Dodson was born in Birmingham, Alabama, United States of
America 02-09-1969. Christopher has been happily married for 32 years. His
wife’s name is Patricia. They met at a Bon Jovi concert on
Valentine’s Day in Birmingham, Alabama. They have four children and
one grandchild, and another grandchild on the way. Both of them love
watching Alabama Collage Football and watching reality T.V. Christopher has
been writing for many years and finally got the courage to put one of his
books out there. Magic In A Tub was thought up around 2007. He saw images on
the inside of his tub after pulling up the bathtub mat. Always look into the
clouds and see the beautiful things you can find.

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Henry Teaser Tuesday

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(Devoted Guardians MC)

 

Motorcycle Club, Fantasy, Paranormal Romance, Shifters, Mages

Date Published: February 24, 2023

 

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Raya — Elias kidnapped me nearly a decade ago and used me for his awful
experiments. His goal: to create a superior race. How could that possibly go
wrong? Now I’m no longer fully human and I’ve lived a life in
hell. But I adore my two kids, no matter how they were conceived. I thought
we’d die before we ever found freedom, but it arrived in the most
unexpected way. The big biker shifter is scary as hell, but it’s
either go with him, or remain chained and starving.

Henry — The dark mage killed my mate and unborn child. There’s
nothing I want more than revenge. It never occurred to me he’d have a
woman and kids chained in his cellar. They reek of black magick, enough so,
I hated them on sight. I’d planned to leave them behind. Until I heard
their story. My club won’t be happy when I walk in with three people
covered in the stench of black magick. But something unexpected happens when
I catch Raya’s true scent. She’s my fated mate, and now I have
the difficult task of not only gaining her trust, but the children’s
as well.

 

WARNING: Contains subject matter some readers may find difficult to read.
Recommended for ages 18+ due to adult situations, bad language, and
violence. Guaranteed happily-ever-after, no cheating, and no
cliffhanger.

 

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Raya

Elias paced the small cabin. I didn’t know why we’d come here.
He’d spoken about this town before. Many times. I knew a shifter
nearly killed him thirty years ago. Fatally wounded, he’d escaped to a
community of mages, where they’d healed him. It had taken years for
him to regain his health and full power. He’d often bragged about
surviving.

Why return now? He’d dragged us all over the country. At first,
I’d thought he was running from something. Now I wondered if
he’d simply been heading toward Wolf Creek. Even though I’d been
with him for years, he never confided in me. Not about anything important.
There was no reason for it, since I was little more than a prisoner. His
slave.

I heard the chains clink in the cellar and fought not to wince. It
wouldn’t be long before I joined them. My babies. No matter how
they’d been conceived, I’d love them with all my heart until the
day I died. They were my reason for living. And the only way Elias
maintained control over me all this time. If it weren’t for my
precious children, I’d have run before now.

“It’s nearly time,” he muttered. “I’ll take
her just like the others. I’m sure she’ll be useful. Stupid
fucking dhampir doesn’t know why I invited him to Wolf Creek.
Everything is falling into place.”

Her? I didn’t know who he was talking about, and I would not ask. And
a dhampir? Did he mean the man I’d heard him speaking to a few times?
It didn’t matter. The less I knew, the better. I’d learned that
the hard way. Although, his words bothered me a great deal. Was he going to
enslave someone else? I reached up to lightly touch the collar around my
throat. I hadn’t been the first, nor the last. However, I’d been
the only woman to survive.

Elias not only used black magick, but he also liked to experiment.
He’d abducted countless women across the globe, all in the name of
creating a better species. It wasn’t something recent, either. From
what I’d learned during my time with him, he’d been working on
this project for decades. Even before he’d fled Wolf Creek thirty
years ago. I didn’t know what made me so special. Why had I survived
when others hadn’t?

I lifted my hand and stared at my fingers. Even now, black tendrils of
smoke shifted around the digits. I’d been completely human until Elias
snatched me off the street. Through pain and suffering, he’d infused
me with some of his black magick. I couldn’t actually use it, but it
had become part of my cellular structure, which meant I passed those traits
to my children, which had been his intent all along.

“It’s time.” He rubbed his hands together, a wide smile
on his face. “Into the basement. You know the rules. Keep your mouth
shut. But first… I’m going to prep you for a special guest
arriving within the next two days.”

I knew exactly what that meant. He removed a syringe from his pocket and
injected me with the serum that would make me mindless with need. While he
preferred for me to get pregnant without it, and enjoyed hearing me scream
in pain, he’d used this on me several times before. I honestly thought
he got off on hearing me beg for someone to fuck me. At least, it
didn’t take effect immediately.

Elias tossed the syringe aside and gave me a shove, and I walked to the
hidden door. He opened it and I went down the steps into what I assumed had
once been a root cellar. My children perked up when they saw me. Elias
followed me into the hole, attaching a chain to my collar. I held open my
arms and my babies ran to me. Their chains barely reached, but we were close
enough I could hold them.

I smoothed the hair of my precious little girl, Marigold, and kissed the
forehead of my son, Logan. Mari had not only inherited some of the black
magick, but she’d also gained her father’s ability to shift. As
for Logan, he only had black magick. His father had been a dark mage like
Elias.

“I’m scared,” Mari said.

I hugged her tight and wished I could ease her fears. Instead, I did my
best to tamp down my own. I didn’t think we’d ever escape Elias.
One day, he’d sell my children. When I became useless, he’d kill
me. As it was, I’d lost the last two babies. I knew he was searching
for another male to impregnate me. He’d desperately wanted a baby that
was half vampire and half dark mage. It seemed my body rejected the
vampire’s offspring, as both babies came from the same male.

“When I’m older, I’m going to get us out of here,”
Logan said. “With my magick, I’ll take down Elias and free us
from this prison.”

I placed my fingers over his lips. “Hush, sweetheart. If he hears you
say such a thing…”

He nodded, understanding what I meant. I hated that my children had to grow
up so quickly. They’d never been able to play, make friends, or enjoy
their lives. If I thought it would be possible to run away with them,
I’d have done it long ago. But I knew Elias would hunt us down and
punish us.

The door upstairs slammed, and the tension in my body eased. At least he
would be gone for a while. I felt bad for whatever woman he’d lured to
this town. Would her fate be the same as mine? I hoped not. I didn’t
wish this existence on anyone.

Mari began humming The Itsy Bitsy Spider, and I rocked her. Logan slumped
against my side and stared at the opposite wall. Elias hadn’t even
left us with anything to occupy ourselves while he was gone. There’d
been times he’d left a rubber ball or a pack of crayons and a coloring
book. I knew it wasn’t out of the kindness of his black heart.
He’d claimed it made the children less whiny and more tolerable.

“One day, if we’re ever free of Elias, you’ll get to
enroll in school so you can learn new things. You’ll make friends.
Play outside. Go to the movie theater, the park, learn to swim. We’ll
have so much fun.” I smiled wistfully, thinking of all they’d
missed out on, and the things I’d taken for granted before Elias
kidnapped me.

“Do you really think we’ll ever get away from him?” Logan
asked.

My heart ached at the despair in his voice. My little angel already knew
the answer. No matter how much I’d tried to instill hope in my
children, Logan somehow knew we’d be the property of Elias until he
either sold us or killed us.

I couldn’t answer him, refusing to lie.

Mari dozed a bit, and even Logan closed his eyes for a little while. Every
second was even more agonizing, because time stretched endlessly in the
cellar. At least the lightbulb hadn’t gone out. The dim light helped
little, but it dispelled some of the darkness. Being locked down here in
absolute blackness would have been much worse.

Mari whimpered in her sleep, waking Logan. I smoothed her hair and murmured
to her, hoping to ease whatever nightmare she might be having. Logan blinked
and rubbed his eyes before sitting up a little straighter. I knew he’d
fight to stay awake now. My little boy had grown up entirely too fast.

Mari woke twice and dozed off again each time. While she napped, I told
Logan a story. Mari liked the romantic fairy tales about princes. Logan,
however, wanted action and adventure. His favorites were tales of pirates or
explorers. So I talked about One-Eyed Willie, Captain Jack, and the others
I’d watched in movies when I’d still had my freedom. He ate up
every word, and it helped pass the time.

My stomach rumbled, and so did the children’s. Mari woke again,
yawning and leaning away from me a little. I knew she wouldn’t fall
asleep again anytime soon. Every time the monster who owned us made her go
hungry, she’d be awake for hours. Unlike Logan, who said sleep made
him feel less hungry.

Elias hadn’t left us with any food or water. A bucket in the corner
served as a toilet, but none of us had been desperate enough to use it
today. We’d each had a chance earlier to use the bathroom upstairs to
relieve ourselves and clean up a little.

“He’s been gone a while,” Logan said. “He
didn’t forget us, did he? I’m not sure starving to death is much
better than suffering whatever he’s planned for us.”

With no windows, I couldn’t tell what time of day it was by now.
However, my butt had gone numb from sitting on the hard ground. I had to
have been down here for more than an hour. I listened intently, wondering if
Elias had managed to quietly return. Minutes ticked by, and when I was going
to give up, I heard booted steps. They seemed to scout the entire
house.

Would they find the hidden door to the cellar? Did we want them to? I
caught Logan’s gaze, and he gave me a slight nod. Whatever he sensed
or smelled seemed to make him feel as if the person upstairs wouldn’t
harm us.

“Help! Please, we’re down here!” I yelled as loud as I
could. By the fifth time I’d called out, the door at the top of the
stairs opened and a large silhouette moved toward us. My breath caught when
the man approached. I couldn’t tell his age and depending on what he
was, he could have been hundreds of years old and still appeared
young.

“What the fuck?” he muttered. His gaze narrowed on me before
shifting to my children. I held them tighter, wondering if I’d made a
mistake by calling for help. “Who are you?”

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