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November 22, 2024
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November 21, 2024
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November 20, 2024
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The Hunter’s Daughter unfolds a chilling tale of a woman with a dark legacy: she's the secret daughter of a serial killer. As a copycat killer emerges, she must rely on the eerie skills her father taught her in the forest to track them down. It's a gripping story that will keep you on edge until the very end.
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November 18, 2024
The Century Portal by Barbara Hartzler
The Century PortalThe Sacred Stones Portal Series Book OneBarbara Hartzler
Genre: Urban Fantasy PortalDate of Publication: May 14, 2024ISBN: 979-8325107788ASIN: B0D1WBMTLRNumber of pages: 208Word Count: 58,600Cover Artist: FantasyBookDesigns.com
Tagline: Downton Abbey meets Shadowhunters as Bella portals to the 1920s to rescue the Seer from a time-traveling villain bent on changing the course of history.
Book Description:
I thought my days of magical battles were behind me—until a portal opened in my dorm room.
I’m Bella, and I’ve done my fair share of saving the world. But when two strangers from 1924 show up begging for my help, it’s clear that my quiet college life is about to be anything but ordinary. Their mission? To stop a dangerous villain from unraveling the future by tampering with the Seer’s family line.
Suddenly, I’m thrust into the magical world of time portals, glitzy debutante balls, and the underground speakeasies of the Roaring Twenties. And that’s not even the worst of it. There’s a new enemy in play—one who can manipulate time itself and has their sights set on Lucinda, the future Seer.
In 1924, Lucinda thought her biggest problem was planning her future. She couldn’t be more wrong.
Eighteen is supposed to be an exciting time for Lucinda—freedom, ambition, maybe even a little romance. But as strange powers start manifesting and a mysterious suitor takes an interest in her, life gets complicated. Add to that a time-traveling villain who’s decided she’s the key to his plans, and her once-bright future starts to look pretty dangerous.
Now, Lucinda and I are fighting across centuries to stop history from being rewritten. But with enemies closing in from every side, the battle for the Seer has only just begun...
Century Portal is the spellbinding first book in a new YA historical time-travel fantasy by bestselling author Barbara Hartzler. Downton Abbey meets Back to the Future with a good dose of Shadowhunters-like magic in this thrilling blend of coming of age romance, mystery, and urban fantasy adventure.
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Excerpt 1,Chapter 1:
Out of nowhere, a gust of wind blew through the openwindow. Standing up, I rushed to close it.
Then stopped in my tracks.
The window wasn’t open.
My heart plummeted into the depths of my stomach asthe bottom dropped out.
What was going on here? Gusts of wind rushedstraight at us like a storm blowing through our room—where both the windows anddoors were closed.
My knees started wobbling, and I braced myself onthe edge of my desk.
With the wind came a deafening roar that soundedlike giant hunks of rock ripping in half.
Turning around, I glanced at Patrick. “What thebloody—?”
“I-I, uh, don’t know. But look.” His dark eyes wentwide, his jaw going slack as he pointed behind me.
When I turned around, my jaw fell open. I blinkedand blinked, but the crazy sight remained.
A strange pool of light swirled around in the centerof my room. It started as a tiny blue marble, then grew larger every seconduntil the translucent sapphire circle filled the room.
Two shadowy figures appeared in the middle of theswirling light, small at first but growing larger as they walked toward the centerof the liquidy blue circle.
A few seconds later, a man and a woman emerged fromthe sapphire portal. Both were dressed in old-fashioned clothes. The man had ona three-piece suit and a fedora, while the woman wore a silky, drop-waisteddress that made me think of the 1920s.
The man clutched a necklace at his collarbone thatglowed an intense royal blue.
Maybe the Three Societies weren’t done with us yet.
Patrick gasped, then rose to his feet and put hisarm around me. “It’s a Watcher, from the past.
Coming through some kind of wormhole,” he whisperedin my ear.
I glanced at him, about to ask how he could possiblyknow that, while simultaneously calling up my internal lightning power.
As I said before—just in case.
But then one of the intruders spoke.
“Actually …” the man trailed off, releasing his gripon the necklace.
Within seconds, the portal collapsed in on itself,the wind died down, and everything returned to normal again. Well, except forthe piles of papers blown around the room.
“We’re not Watchers. We’re both Guardians, likeyou.” The man enunciated in a crisp tone of voice that reminded me of myBritish homeland, but the accent was still American.
“Wh-who are you?” I stammered, even as Patrick movedin front of me.
Who knew what would happen if we told these two thatthe Guardians didn’t exist anymore.
“Ah, let me allow myself to make the properintroductions.” The man took off his fedora and smoothed his brown hairpeppered with gray. “We are Ward and Eleanor Sinclair,” he gestured to hiswife, who curtsied slightly.
“Pleased to make your acquaintance,” Eleanor said,dipping her head at us and fanning out her blue dress skirt in a half-curtsy.
I blinked at the gesture, unsure how to respond.
“I’m Patrick Rodriguez, and this is my girlfriend,Bella, Isabelle Beatrix.” Patrick held out his hand.
Ward and Eleanor took turns shaking his hand.
Then they all looked at me. I was frozen still as astatue. A blinking statue.
“I think she’s in shock.” Patrick wrapped one armaround my shoulder, nudging me forward.
“Maybe you can tell us what the heck just happened.”
“Certainly. Ward?” Eleanor arched one eyebrow andnodded at her husband.
“Ah, yes.” Ward stood up a little straighter. “Thismay be hard to digest. You might want to sit down.”
Grabbing Patrick’s hand, we both sat down on my bed.
The Sinclairs perched on the edge of the bedopposite us, their spines straight as an arrow.
I just stared at the couple, who looked like they’dstepped right out of Downton Abbey or The Great Gatsby. Ward wore a gray suitcomplete with a vest that matched the Fedora in his lap.
Eleanor wore a light blue drop-waist dress with longsleeves and a skirt down to her ankles. Her sandy brown hair was pinned into anintricate updo with some face-framing waves.
None of which helped my concept of reality. How werethese people, who looked like they were straight out of the 1920s, sitting inmy dorm room? And what was that giant portal they’d somehow made in the middleof the room?
I glanced at Patrick, arching my eyebrows athim—silently willing him to explain this whole thing to me.
But he just shook his head, as if he had no clueeither. Small comfort.
“Where to begin?” Ward tapped absently on his chin.
Jerking my head back to the newcomers, I rubbed myeyes and pinched myself.
“Ouch,” I muttered under my breath. Guess this wasn’ta dream.
“Why don’t you tell us how you made a portal of somekind in our dorm room? With a Watcher’s Sapphire?” Patrick’s voice was louderthan normal, as if volume would help in the communication process. Then helooked at me. “I didn’t know they could do that. Did you?”
“Huh-uh.” I shook my head, my curls swishing aroundmy face.
“We didn’t either. Until someone from your time camecrashing into our lives a week ago.”
Eleanor pursed herlips and folded her hands together in her lap.
About the Author:Barbara Hartzler is an Urban Fantasy Academy author writing about Seers, Chosen Ones, sacred stones, and secret societies ... oh my!
Her stories are full of snarky heroines, supernatural shenanigans, dreamy guys, and normal teens taking on larger-than-life quests to save the world.
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November 11, 2024
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The Last PortalThe Sacred Stones Portal Series Book ThreeBarbara Hartzler
Genre: Urban Fantasy PortalDate of Publication: November 12, 2024 ASIN: B0DKGCJHYFWord Count: 50,000Cover Artist: FantasyBookDesigns.com
Tagline: If you love Downton Abbey, Shadowhunters, and world-changing stakes, get ready for an action-packed finale that will keep you on the edge of your seat until the final page.
Book Description:
The final battle is here. If we fail, we could rewrite history—forever.
I’m Lucinda, the Seer. When every member of my family and the entire Chosen One bloodline shares the same vision, I know we’re doomed. Especially when the villain’s henchmen show up on my doorstep hours later, there’s no denying the truth.
We’re out of time.
It’s up to me and Bella to take charge and end the time travel villainry once and for all.
Too bad Ricky Montrose isn’t going down without a fight. He’s unlocked an alternate reality where everything I’ve fought to protect—my powers, my friends, and the world itself—is at his mercy.
Now, it’s a race against time, and we’ve got two choices:
1. Travel to the past to stop the portal book from ever being created2. Defeat Montrose before he can put his twisted plan into motion.It’s all or nothing. So we split up into two teams to defeat the Montrose army. My friends and I have faced impossible odds before. But this time, we could wipe out the Three Societies, erase our past, and destroy the future my family battled to protect.
But with alternate realities colliding and the line between allies and enemies blurring, I’m questioning everything—especially whether I have the strength to save the world.
Can I master my powers, protect my friends and family, and close the last portal before everything we know disappears forever?
I guess we’re about to find out...
The Last Portal is the thrilling conclusion to the historical fantasy time travel series by bestselling author Barbara Hartzler. If you love Downton Abbey, Shadowhunters, and world-changing stakes, get ready for an action-packed finale that will keep you on the edge of your seat until the final page.
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Excerpt 1, Chapter 1, Book 3:
Lucinda, 1926
“We didit,” I whispered to Everett, leaning into his side. Standing at the front door,we waved goodbye to Robert and Lillian Cooper as they strolled arm-in-arm downthe path to their car.
My newhusband closed the door with a smile that lit up his whole face.
“Our firstsuccessful dinner party as a married couple.” He leaned in and pressed a kissto my temple. “The start of many more firsts to come, I hope.”
It wasNovember of 1926, and Everett and I had been married for a little over fourmonths. In that time, we had set up our own home with the wedding money fromour parents. Thanks to Everett’s real estate knowledge and financial acumen,we’d purchased a two-story brownstone in the up-and-coming but immensely moreaffordable Queens borough.
At theback of our quaint property was a small cottage that had once been a carriagehouse. It was one of the main reasons we bought this property. Now my darlinghusband could rest easy, knowing his sister and nephew would be taken care of.
We set upthe cottage for Nora and her son Grant to live, thus ending her constantworries over rent and how to put food on the table.
Everettworked as a financial adviser at the local bank between classes while hefinished his degree. But he had plans to setup his own accounting firm once hegraduated, despite his father’s wishes to work for the family business.
I wasstill working on my degree as well. After the successful protest last year, Iwas allowed to run for office in my junior year. Two months ago, I was thefirst female in history to be elected as Vice President of the NYU Law School.
And yet, atthe back of my mind, I couldn’t help but wonder—could I really balanceeverything before Ricky Montrose enacted his own plans?
As theSeer, I needed to have children to continue the family bloodline. Despite ournewly-wedded bliss, I was still nowhere near ready for that next step.
But theclock was ticking. Ricky Montrose and Rosie Stanton had opted for a longerengagement, probably because construction on Montrose Paranormal Academy wasset to be completed by the end of the year.
Even so,Rosie and Ricky were scheduled to wed in the spring of 1927.
For thetime being, he’d been focused on building his namesake school. But how longwould that last?
I feltlike there was a ticking time bomb always lurking somewhere over my shoulder.
When would my time expire? When would Ricky come after me to end the Seer’sbloodline forever?
“You okay,Lucinda?” Everett asked, rubbing my shoulders.
I smiledup at him. “Yes. Just thinking about Ricky, unfortunately.”
He wrappedhis arms around me. “Don’t worry, I won’t let him hurt you.”
I sankinto the warmth of his embrace. In my heart, I believed my new husband would alwaysdo his best to protect me.
But couldanyone stand up to Ricky Montrose and win? He had the power of time travel athis fingertips, and big plans to manipulate the Chosen One powers into his ownhands and take over the world.
And I forone hated being a helpless puppet, waiting for him to pull the strings and setanother horrible chain of events into motion.
But whatelse could we do?
“Let’s goto bed, Snickerdoodle.” Everett drew back, moving his hand to weave his fingersbetween mine as he tugged me up the stairs.
“Youscoundrel.” I smacked his arm. “That was my first attempt at baking anything onmy own.”
Fortonight’s dinner, I decided to try my hand at making cookies. Thecinnamon-sugar-coated snickerdoodles seemed like an easy choice. But they hadproved more than challenging.
The edges were a little extra crispy, but our guests had eaten them anyway.Robert had nibbled out the middles and Lillian had dunked hers in her coffee.
“You’renever going to let me live that down, are you?” I asked as we reached the second-floorlanding.
“No,probably not, Snickerdoodle.” He tweaked my nose as he opened the bedroom door.
Ipretended to ignore him as I dressed in my nightclothes and slid beneath thequilt.
“Goodnight,Snickerdoodle,” he said, stifling a laugh.
“Goodnight,Scoundrel,” I shot back, wrinkling my nose as I burrowed further under thecovers.
Everettturned out the light, and we snuggled until he fell asleep.
As Iclosed my eyes and drifted off to sleep, the blackness behind my eyelids didn’tstay black for long.
Thiswasn’t right. This couldn’t be right. I could hear myself saying in somefar-off corner of dreamland.
I tossedand turned as a strange scene screamed into focus like a talking horrorpicture—in full, living color.
Instead ofbeing under construction, the picturesque campus of Montrose Paranormal Academywas now completed. The entire design was built out in a giant rectangleextending from the Guardian church, now situated at the backside of thegrounds.
Half adozen impressive brick buildings with formal white columns ringed the edges ofa lush green lawn, complete with cobblestone paths artfully zigzagging acrossthe landscape.
Every wrought-ironlamppost along each path now fluttered with bright green banners that read OneSchool. One Society.
Green?That wasn’t one of the colors of the Three Societies. What was going on here?
My heartcaught in my throat as the strange dream-scene unfolded around me.
This was it. This was Ricky’s endgame, right? Hehad to be behind this so-called “One Society.”
About the Author:Barbara Hartzler is an Urban Fantasy Academy author writing about Seers, Chosen Ones, sacred stones, and secret societies ... oh my!
Her stories are full of snarky heroines, supernatural shenanigans, dreamy guys, and normal teens taking on larger-than-life quests to save the world.
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The Hunter’s Moon by Lee K. Rogers
The Hunter’s MoonUnleashedBook OneLee K. Rogers
Genre: Urban Fantasy RomancePublisher: Open Door PublicationsDate of Publication: Oct. 15, 2024ISBN:979-8-9871697-3-5ASIN: B0DHLN7QW1Number of pages:152Word Count: 50,100Cover Artist: Eric Labacz
Tagline: Two passionate men but she can only choose one. Will Ana surrender to the beast or the hunter?
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Two men, one moonlit choice—will she surrender to the beast or the hunter?
Ana once found peace in her late-night walks through Rivelou, a sleepy Kentucky town where on the surface, nothing much happens. But beneath the quiet streets and old Southern charm, a mystery is lurking.
When Ana is attacked by a vicious beast one night, she’s saved by a mysterious stranger. But as more people fall victim to the beast, she’s torn between the two men who have entered her life—one a fierce protector, the other a dangerous enigma. Both seem to know more about the dark forces at play than they’re letting on.
Caught between a deadly predator and a town full of secrets, Ana must decide: can she trust the hunter or the wolf?
The Hunter’s Moon, an enemies to lovers shifter romance, is Book One in the Unleashed Series.
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The animal stayed in the bushes, following along slowly andsilently as it tracked its prey. He could smell it. Taste it. And it attractedhim like nothing ever had before.
Do wolves think in the same way that humans do? Or do theyrely only on instinct, hunting mindlessly?
Whether intellectual reasoning or animal instinct, the wolfknew it had to watch this woman. It wanted her. It needed her.
Ana breathed in the early autumn airas she headed away from the university and onto the darker streets of theneighboring suburb. It was an older neighborhood, built in the 1920s when thetown of Rivelou had begun to spread from its central location on the river,south across the railroad tracks. This particular section of town had beenbuilt for the railroad workers: tiny shotgun houses lined up on even tinierlawns.
As Ana crossed Roosevelt Avenue, thestreetlights ended, and the sidewalk was illuminated only by occasionalporch or walk lights. She loved sauntering home from her evening classes thistime of the year. The air, while it could not yet be called crisp, had lost itssummer sultriness, a welcome change from the blistering heat of a Kentuckysummer.
As she strolled down Harlan Street,farther from the more heavily trafficked avenue, the road became even darker.It was too soon for most of the leaves to have fallen; they were just beginningto turn red on this last week in September and were so thick on the trees thatthey hid the full moon. Part of the charm of the old neighborhood was thebeautiful, large, old maples and oaks, but their roots also tore up thesidewalks. Ana tripped on one of those cracks. Papers, a lipstick, her wallet,and a few other necessary items spilled out of her purse, and she shook her headin disgust. How could she always trip in the same spot, night after night? Itwasn’t as if she hadn’t memorized the uneven areas in the sidewalk after yearsof walking this way.
The young woman bent down to gatherher various belongings and froze. Was that something growling? Somewhatspooked, Ana shoved everything back in her bag and hurried down the street.After a moment she slowed, listening carefully to the night noises around her.
Nothing unusual.
She shook her head. It must havebeen her imagination. She had slowed her pace and continued on when she heardthe sound again. A low growl nearby. A dog? No one on this block had an animalbig enough to make that sort of sound. That growl had definitely come fromsomething larger than Mrs. Ahearn’s yappy little Pomeranian. She picked up herpace again.
Only a half block until she turnedonto Sycamore, then another half block until she arrived at her own home.
The growl came again. She settledher purse more securely on her left shoulder, her computer bag on her right,and doubled her pace. There were no lights on any of the houses on this part ofthe block, and of course, the moon took that moment to hide behind a cloud. Shetook a deep breath and tried to walk at a steady pace. She wouldn’t run even thoughshe could now hear the animal behind her as she rounded the corner. Shebreathed a sigh of relief when she saw her own porch light on as well as thatof her neighbors, Joe and Linsdey. Only a few more steps to safety.
She was almost in front of her own doorwhen she heard the rush of paws with nails clicking behind her on her sidewalk.With a howl, the animal knocked her down. Holding her computer case in front ofher face, she yelled and pushed it at the animal’s huge, dark head. “Take abite of that, you nasty beast!” It was all teeth and glowing eyes as it loomedover her, growling.
“What do you want?” she shouted.Though it had her on the ground, it didn’t make a move, just stood gazing ather. If she did move, it would strike. She had to do something. She drew a deepbreath and prepared to scream when someone came running up behind her.
“Hey, you, get back! Get back!”
She turned her head and saw a manrunning toward her and the slobbering animal. The man grabbed a stick from theground as he rushed forward, waving it at the animal.
“Back! Get back, you ugly beast!” heshouted again, striking the creature who turned, snarling at him. They staredintently at each other for a moment before the canine finally dodged the stickand lunged to take a bite out of the man.
The man got in a couple of goodblows before the dog suddenly grabbed the stick, tugged at it, and knocked himto the ground. Fumbling in her purse, Ana took action just as the dog leanedback on its haunches preparing to strike. Just before he lunged on the fallenman, Ana found her can of mace and hit the dog in the face with the noxiousspray. With a howl of pain, it ran into the darkness.
Several more porch lights suddenlypopped on to light the night, and the street was filled with neighbors comingto check on the unusual commotion.
“Are you alright?” her rescuer,still gasping and out of breath, asked. “It didn’t bite you, did it?
About the Author:
Lee K. Rogers has been reading fantasy since she discovered the Brothers Grimm, and her love of the genre has only grown from there. From classics such as the Narnia series and The Lord of the Rings (before the movies came out of course!) to Charlaine Harris’ series and Pamela Clare—she reads it all. When she discovered urban fantasy romance she found her new passion. She particularly loves adding a little spicy sex to her own fantasy adventures.
Lee once lived in the Kentucky/Indiana border town on which she has modeled Rivelou. While she never met a werewolf there, she was convinced there was an entrance to the land of Fae just down the street from her house.
The Hunter’s Moon is the first in her paranormal romance series, Unleashed. The next two books, coming in 2025, are titled The Artificial Witch and The Vampire’s Heart.
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November 10, 2024
The Staff of Beckoning by Praneet Menon
The Staff of BeckoningA Symphony of Spheres Book One Praneet Menon
Genre: Epic FantasyPublisher: Kaaran PublishingDate of Publication: September 18, 2024ASIN: B0DDVVN76PNumber of pages: 437Word Count: 115,000
Tagline: Adir Nathar’s search for safety ignites a battle against ancient forces, where survival means confronting the shadows of fate—and his own destiny.
Book Description:
In the meticulously-crafted world of Leakarha, where epic fantasy, mythos, and ancient prophecies intertwine, the existence of its inhabitants is shaped by forces beyond their control.
Adir Nathar's tough childhood and prescriptive, quiet life in the village of Marafel made him yearn for more. He got what he wished for, but not in the way he expected. His proximity to an inexplicable death made him the target of revenge, forcing him to flee from his family and home, seeking only safety and a fresh start. But existence had other plans. The Khasmia Shadow, a secret society with a divine purpose, is hunting Adir, unbeknownst to him. Their purpose: rid the world of a destructive creature called a venna, using the sacred Staff of Beckoning. Leakarha itself is undergoing a seismic shift. Rakhor, terrible demonspawn, are being seen in increasing numbers!
As the Khasmia Shadow closes in on him, Adir is thrust into an existence-altering journey across Leakarha with companions new and old. As he is pushed deeper into his own shadows, Adir realizes that he may not merely be a piece to be moved but rather the key to the game itself.
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Excerpt:
“Where are you going?” Tia’s eyes werewide with anxiety.
“Out.”
“But I don’t know this town at all.”
“Don’t leave the inn then!”
As soon as he stepped out into thenight, all of his warmth left him. However, the wheat ales—much stronger thanhe was used to—had begun to take effect. That, combined with the fact that hislast meal had been hours before, made the cold a distant sensation. Strappinghis staff to his back, he picked a direction and wandered off—his mind gettingmushier and more vulnerable to his increasingly foul mood.
Tia had always been a verysupportive girl. What had changed? Or had she always been like this and hersupport was just an act? Did she really think that he would abandon her? Iwould never do such a thing, he thought indignantly. He wasn’t his father.Sure, yea, he could be a little flirtatious, he admitted. But that washarmless. Why couldn’t Tia see that? After all, he’d asked her to run away withhim. Didn’t that imply he wanted to start a life with her? Didn’t that meananything to her? His mind was plagued with too many questions and not enoughanswers.
Abruptly, he found himself in a dark,dimly lit alley, with buildings rising up around him.
Everything seemed ... slightly off.Hesitantly, he walked down the alley and made a few turns. A few moments ofwandering later, he admitted that he was lost and decided to retrace his steps,but it all looked unfamiliar. With no other option he kept walking, hoping tofind his way back, when he came upon three men in a dark corner.
“Give it up, you unworthy bastard!”said one of the men, who had a lilting accent. He was clutching another man’scollar in one hand while wielding a knife in the other. A third man stood andwatched.
“I did not steal it! He gave it tome!” cried the captive man.
“Do not lie, you swinespawn!”
“I swear by the names of the Miakos.He gave it to me!”
The third man still just stood andwatched.
Adir wasn’t sure what came over him.Maybe it was his anger and he just needed to let it out. Or maybe he understoodhow the captive man felt; after all, he had been ambushed a couple of timeshimself. Whatever the reasoning of his drink-addled mind, he unstrapped hisstaff and charged.
The man who’d been watching noticedAdir and whirled around, pulling out a knife of his own. However, knives were apoor defense against the long reach of a staff. Adir whipped his staff sideways,cracking the man in the skull, who dropped to the ground, motionless.
The man who held the captive by hiscollar was startled by the sudden attack and shoved his captive to the ground.The captive lay on his stomach, face cupped in his hands as if trying to shutout his current plight.
Adir felt a surge of energy coursethrough him as he pulled his staff back, preparing for a thrust.
He lunged, briefly catching a lookof horror on the man’s face, and thrust his staff square into the man’s chest.The impact sent the man flying a few paces before he slammed into a wall andslumped to the ground.
For a moment that lasted one flap ofa bee’s wing, Adir saw a rain- bow-colored haze on his hand, creeping up hisarm. Fearfully, he jerked his hand to his face for a closer examination, butthe haze was no longer there.
The once-captive, now-free manlooked up from his prone position and surveyed the scene, then stood. “Thankyou, master,” he said, bowing and scraping. “I am forever in your debt.”
The man’s words seemed to tumble outof his mouth in a clatter, or maybe Adir couldn’t understand him on account ofbeing severely drunk. “What did you steal from them?” Adir asked, eyeing theman suspiciously, his inebriation fueling his paranoia. Sure, he’d saved thebearded man, but that didn’t mean the man was harmless.
“I did not steal anything, master,”the man said, still pronouncing every word oddly.
Adir looked at him, trying to forcehis eyes to focus. “All right,” he said, realizing that he’d do nothing even ifthe man admitted to stealing something. All he really wanted to do was get backto the inn and sleep. “Do you know the way to The Soft Pillow?” he asked,trying and failing miserably to strap his staff onto his back.
“Ya,master,” the man replied with enthusiasm. “I will take you there.”
About the Author: Born and raised in India, Praneet’s life began immersed in a medley of cultural, linguistic, and spiritual traditions that sparked his passion for storytelling. Then, he moved to the United States and has now spent more than half his life there. The two cultural backgrounds have led him to embrace a fusion of Eastern and Western philosophies that deeply influence his writing.
Praneet also spent the better part of two decades working as an engineer and flight instructor, which instilled in him a precision that he brings to his existence-building, pursuing that perfect blend of reality and fantasy. His exploration of philosophy and psychology at an early age allows him to imbue his stories with age-old themes of identity, purpose, and destiny. These themes play a central role in his debut novel, The Staff of Beckoning, Book 1 of the series A Symphony of Spheres.
Praneet lives in Vermont, embracing a homesteading lifestyle, community involvement, and writing while pursuing a master’s in counseling.
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