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Series Wide Sale: Every Courtlight Title is $2.99 on all retailers

The Courtlight series (all 12 titles) is now available on Barnes & Noble, Kobo, iBooks, Google Play, and Amazon. The first three titles should download for FREE and every individual title after that has been reduced to $2.99 to combat boredom this spring! Enjoy your reads by clicking on your preferred title below or going to the Courtlight series page.

Sworn To Raise: Courtlight #1

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Seventeen-year-old Ciardis Vane grew up in a small village on the edge of the realm. But then her life changes when a strange woman appears with the key to Ciardis’s escape. Ciardis knows that this is her one opportunity to change her life. But what she does not know is that she will soon be at the heart of intrigues and power struggles, and that her new life in luxury demands a high price, perhaps even the life of a prince.

Sworn To Transfer: Courtlight #2

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Eighteen-year-old companion trainee Ciardis Weathervane has won the friendship of the royal heir and saved his claim to the throne. Yet her interference in the inheritance rights leaves more harm done than good. The inhabitants of the forest, magic-wielding non-humans, are defiant. They have not forgotten their long struggles nor are they content to watch as the last of their lands perish. With enemies closing ranks in Sandrin, Ciardis can little afford to leave the city’s nest of vipers to take on a new task. This second novel continues the story of Ciardis Weathervane from Sworn To Raise.

Sworn To Conflict: Courtlight #3

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A threat to all she holds dear lies in the North and her heart is not the only thing she might lose. A massive army awaits in the mountain pass, surging closer to the gates of the southern lands. As Ciardis Weathervane faces her greatest fears on the battlefields and her heart is torn between her love of Sebastian and loyalty to her family, she must choose her fate carefully. For in her path, lies the destiny of the empire. This third novel continues the story of Ciardis Weathervane from Sworn To Transfer.

Sworn To Secrecy: Courtlight #4

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In the heart of the Imperial Court, Ciardis Weathervane knows that death is coming for the empire. She must do her best to unite kith, mages, nobles and merchants under one cause – the fight to prevent a war. Throw in a daemoni prince who is showing interest in the youngest Weathervane, a jealous prince heir, and a irritated dragon with her own designs on Ciardis, and you have an imperial court in turmoil. This fourth novel continues the story of Ciardis Weathervane from Sworn To Conflict.

Sworn To Defiance: Courtlight #5

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Ciardis Weathervane returned to the imperial court of Sandrin to unite her foes. She never thought that before rallying an empire, she’d have to fight the emperor himself. Ciardis hasn’t survived assassination attempts, torture and really bad luck to be taken down by her own ruler.Butting heads at court isn’t Ciardis’s only problem, it is up to her small group to stop the destruction of the entire city while heading a rebellion that could foment a revolution. This fifth novel continues the story of Ciardis Weathervane from Sworn To Secrecy.

Sworn To Ascension: Courtlight #6

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Ciardis Weathervane is officially engaged to one man and bonded to a second. She should be planning the wedding ceremony, instead she’s spending her engagement on the lawless oad to the western lands. If the unscrupulous bandits don’t make short work of them, Ciardis knows that when they return she and Sebastian will have to a face and unmask the man who has stolen the imperial throne. This sixth novel continues the story of Ciardis Weathervane from Sworn To Defiance.

Sworn To Vengeance: Courtlight #7

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Ciardis Weathervane is nothing if not resourceful but she and her friends are running out of time and options.  In their way stands thousands of people trapped inside a walled city for half a century. Now the city and its people want retribution and the only thing they will accept is the sacrifice of the empire’s most famous son – Sebastian Athanos Algardis. It will take more than diplomacy for Ciardis to win his freedom, before a reign of fire comes down from the wyvern and the dragon to burn them all. This seventh novel continues the story of Ciardis Weathervane from Sworn to Ascension.

Sworn To Sovereignty: Courtlight #8

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Ciardis Weathervane has one simple rule – win the first fight, then move on to the next. When she returns to the imperial capital city, she finds that nothing is as she left it. Only a week has passed and yet chaos reigns. Ciardis is faced with the predicament of saving an empire and sacrificing a revolution, all while facing down a clock that has run out of the time. The gods are here and there’s nothing that she nor anyone else can do to stop them.  This eighth novel continues the story of Ciardis Weathervane from Sworn to Vengeance.

Sworn To War: Courtlight #9

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Ciardis Weathervane is facing a war on two fronts. One with the dragons. One with the deities. She knows that the very foundation between ruler, nobility, and commoner had fractured down to its core. But the citizens of the empire need more than a speech to believe in the rulers that betrayed them just days before. With Thanar trapped in purgatory while they fight to resurrect the city that gave them life—Ciardis and Sebastian are in a battle to the death against a god bent on living forever. This ninth novel continues the story of Ciardis Weathervane from Sworn to Sovereignty.

Sworn To Quell: Courtlight #10

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Ciardis Weathervane must forge a new path. Through the madness and chaos. With the imperial palace in ruins, and the coalition between the nobles and the rebellion falling apart, there is no more time. Ciardis faces her most challenging assignment yet. Picking up the pieces, mending the coalition and winning the hearts and minds of Sebastian’s people. The people she could now call her own.The heavens have come to earth. It remains to be seen if the earth will fall before its might. This tenth novel continues the story of Ciardis Weathervane from Sworn to War.

Sworn To Restoration: Courtlight #11

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Ciardis has seen the goddess for what she is — a bloodthirsty deity bent on breaking them before eliminating everyone Ciardis knows and loves. A plan in motion that will unleash a wave of magic across the land in quantities not seen since the Initiate Wars. But the battle has begun and she’ll do what she has to protect the people she cares about – her family, her friends, her empire.  In a battle between an immortal and a mortal, the humans are coming to win. This eleventh novel continues the story of Ciardis Weathervane from Sworn to Quell.

Sworn To Justice: Courtlight #12

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Ciardis Weathervane is finally facing off with the goddess she’s been preparing to face for years. Together she, the daemoni prince, and the new Emperor of Algardis will have to use their alliance to save all those they care for…while hoping the enemies they’ve left behind don’t stab them in the back in the process.

This twelfth novel continues the story of Ciardis Weathervane from Sworn To Restoration.

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Sworn To Victory: Courtlight #13 Chapters One and Two

I am very excited to reveal the first two chapters of the in-progress Sworn To Victory: Courtlight #13 manuscript. Ciardis Weathervane is B-A-C-K baby! I can’t wait to release it this winter. You can read the chapters below and please note that pre-order links are available now.

Sworn To Victory: Courtlight #13 is now up for Pre-Order on Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Kobo, iBooks, and Google Play.

Keep in mind that this is pre-beta readers and pre-edits, so content may change. Without further ado, the first chapters of SWORN TO VICTORY: COURTLIGHT #13. Hope you enjoy the first look! ^.^

Ciardis stared down at the once-in-a-century maelstrom with indecision written in every line on her face.

Sebastian’s toad advisor had made it abundantly clear—there was nothing the mages could do to bring down the defensive winds, the only thing keeping the breach in their defenses sealed, for at least another few hours.

“Not that it matters much anymore,” Ciardis muttered to herself as all around her warriors and mercenaries rushed to assume their positions. Rank after rank filled all around her and with a chill down her spine, all she could see was artillery fodder lining up to be slain.

It was hard to be optimistic when she saw fear on their faces as they all looked up at the same thing—a goddess on high.

Ciardis had to give the goddess of death and destruction credit. She certainly knew how to make an entrance.

Stomach in knots, Ciardis’ eyes trailed reluctantly from the maelstrom that was keeping Thanar’s body prisoner up to the female goddess floating mid-air above them all, waiting to make her move.

The defensive winds weren’t Amani’s fault, to her credit.

For that, Ciardis could lay the blame squarely at the feet of the Emperor of Algardis and his advisors in the field. He’d ordered the weather wardens gathered from across the empire to summon a once-in-a-century storm. A maelstrom so powerful that to be caught up in it was to be caught up in a wind tunnel of death that would, and had, stripped skin from bones and flung bodies like toys into boulders.

Several of their people had died when the storm had hit without any warning.

But it had done its job. The maelstrom had plugged the backdoor hole into the defensive shield the Algardis forces had put up to protect themselves in the face of unending attacks from the sky by Amani’s creatures.

Now that hole was plugged but looking up at the sky, Ciardis had to wonder if the attempt even mattered.

The goddess stood feet up, looking down at them all with a deceiving smile on her face. Biding her time. Ciardis wasn’t sure if that was because she was waiting for their shield to fail or she just had another hour left on her time limit before she could permanently wipe them all from the face of the earth.

Either way, Ciardis felt like a bug trapped under glass. Unable to do anything but stand and stare helplessly at Thanar lying down there on the floor of the valley or up at the goddess practically smirking at them from high up on her platform above. Neither visual made the Lady Companion Weathervane very happy.

Frustrated and needing to do something, Ciardis grabbed the robes of the nearest mage she could find.

Snapping at him before he could even catch a breath, she said, “Tell me what’s going on!”

Sweat poured down the mage’s back as the man looked over at her with an intense frustration on his face and seemed ready to snarl at the woman who had grabbed him by the arm. But he straightened up when he recognized Ciardis’ golden eyes and saw the grouping of bodyguards she always had at her back.

“The shield is failing,” the man said without preamble.

Ciardis’ eyebrows raised. “I’m surprised it’s still up with the daemoni prince unconscious.”

The man responded stiffly, “The daemoni prince was a mere component in its fabrication, not its linchpin.”

Ciardis didn’t have time for magical theorems.

“Just tell what you’re saying simply,” she begged.

“He made it so it was foolproof even without him,” her other former bond-mate said from behind her.

Ciardis stiffened but she didn’t turn around. She didn’t care if it was against protocol at the moment, she didn’t have anything good to say to Sebastian on a personal level.

Trying, however, to keep her voice even and professional, she asked quietly “Then why is it failing?”

The Emperor of Algardis didn’t answer.

The mage standing in front of her did.

With a quick bow to Sebastian, he asked, “If I may, Your Imperial Majesty?”

Sebastian must have given him an indication from behind Ciardis that he could speak because the mage continued while looking over at her.

“The power behind the shield was never intended to last forever,” the stressed-out mage said flatly. “With the addition of the maelstrom sucking the reserves of not just the weather wardens but every supporting mage lending them additional power, it’s failing faster.”

“Oh,” Ciardis said softly.

That, unfortunately, made sense.

Crisply behind her, Sebastian began to give orders.

“Have you and your company redeployed to help the south wing mages with their reserves,” the Emperor said. “I’m having relief forces moved to the front with the last roster of fresh mages who can keep the overall health of the shield optimal.”

The mage in front of her looked a tiny bit relieved.

“Thank you, Your Imperial Majesty,” the mage said, as he rapidly signaled to several other mages who had stopped when he had. Then without another word, they were on their way.

Ciardis looked after them for a moment before longingly glancing over at Thanar’s distant form with regret. She knew that there was nothing she could do for the daemoni prince at the moment, so she decided to do what she could.

Without turning around, she said to Sebastian, “I’m going with them.”

“No, you’re not,” Sebastian quickly said behind her before she could move.

He said it with efficient crispness. No heart and no soul in the words. It was a tone that said this was nothing more than business.

The trouble was her remark hadn’t been a request, merely a notification.

Though she supposed anything she did was now done at the pleasure of the Emperor. The trouble was the man behind her was the person she used to know and this new individual of the state. And Ciardis had decided she didn’t like the second person at all. It wasn’t something she wanted to do, but for the good of the imperial forces, she needed to do her part. Trying not to lash out at Sebastian since it wouldn’t just be her confusion at his current denial fueling the emotions in her words, instead, Ciardis cooled her temper and then spoke.

Without turning around, she asked, “But why? I’m not doing any good here. I can help those same south wing mages by bolstering their magic when needed.”

“You’re safe here,” was all Sebastian said from behind her. He even reached out a hand and touched her shoulder as he said it.

For once his voice went soft and it was almost like they were back inside the imperial courts—alone, just the two of them. But she knew they wouldn’t ever really be alone like that again and from the way Sebastian was acting—he wanted it that way.

Too insulted to acknowledge his attempt at reconciliation, Ciardis shifted away with a small step as she said, “I’m not defenseless you know. I have my gifts and I have my guards. If I’m not safe there I won’t be anywhere.”

“Nevertheless,” Sebastian replied. “My order stands.”

Ciardis rolled her shoulders with discomfort. She wanted to argue with him. But the truth was, he was the Emperor of Algardis now. He could order anyone in the empire to do anything he desired and they would have to do it. Including her.

“Ciardis,” Sebastian said in a strained voice behind her as someone else caught his attention.

He used to listen to me, Ciardis thought. Now he hears my words and lets them float out of his ears like they don’t matter. Like I don’t matter. The only people he listens to now are that snake and toad.

Unable to justify being rude any longer and knowing those odious advisors were whispering in his ears, Ciardis reluctantly turned around to face him.

Just as I thought, she thought as she mentally strengthened herself to take whatever nasty looks and abuse the two thought to hurl at her when Sebastian couldn’t or wouldn’t see.

She, of course, was referring to Lord Miles and Lord Anurbar, who never left the Emperor’s side on the justification that he was a new ruler and needed all the guidance possible during a transition in such a turbulent time. Which was true but Ciardis would have given the world to have someone level-headed and fair standing at Sebastian’s side right now.

Like the late lamented General Barnaren, she mused.

He had been strong, fair, a mage, and a wise counsel. Unfortunately, he had died during her Patron hunt and now Sebastian had two evil imp-like courtiers hanging on his every word who hated anyone different and most certainly hated her.  Even now they eyed her virulently behind the emperor’s back although she wasn’t certain which they loathed her for more—her background, her powerful nature, or lately, her choices. The feeling was mutual. It was they who had advised Sebastian against a rescue attempt for Thanar. They’d only been whispering in Sebastian’s ear for weeks as far as she could tell, probably in those council meetings she had elected not to attend as she was busy with other things like dealing with a Kasten ship and rallying mage users for the portals, but now she regretted letting it get this far.

They were on the field of battle and she couldn’t displace them as easily as she could in the courts.

Whether she liked it or not, the Emperor of Algardis needed his advisors.

She just wished his two most prominent ones weren’t the two courtiers who hated her the most. She was surprised the engagement was still on after all they had done to sabotage her goodwill in Sebastian’s eyes. But Ciardis supposed Anurbar and Miles just hadn’t gotten around to it yet. They’d already forced her to admit the bond between herself, Sebastian, and Thanar had not just weakened—it had been broken.

Baby steps, Ciardis thought wryly. They’ll get to the wedding before I can blink. Probably whisper something about how I’m an unsuitable bride.

And it was true.

She was headstrong, powerful, and she didn’t like being messed with.

Precisely what a future Empress of Algardis shouldn’t be.

She’d grown a lot since she first joined the imperial courts of Sandrin that one, fateful day, but as she locked eyes with the new Emperor, Ciardis had to wonder if all she had accomplished would be for naught? They’d spent so much time trying to save the empire that they’d forgotten to save themselves.

Still pressing forward on the issue with teeth grinding in the process, Ciardis said, “If you don’t want me bolstering their magical reserves, at least let me do something. Even assist you if needed.”

Eyeing the courtiers who sniffed with disappointment behind him, Ciardis thought it was quite clear they didn’t want her anywhere near the Emperor.

The feelings mutual, you imps, Ciardis grumped in her head as she plastered a smile that was more barred teeth on her face.

Sebastian, however, said with relief clear in his tone, “Good, join us. We could use your analysis of the mage auras you mentioned seeing when the opening in the shield wall was briefly present.”

“Whatever my Emperor says,” Ciardis said sweetly—playing the darling Companion once again.

Sebastian eyed her mistrustfully then. He knew that this was an act. Her temperament wasn’t nearly as nice when she was being blocked from doing what she wanted but since she was agreeing with him this time, he couldn’t precisely object.

Dipping into an effective courtesy that wouldn’t have been out of place at court, Ciardis bowed her head then peeked up. Even the courtiers looked surprised, though as Ciardis stood she noted it was a happy surprise on toad and snake’s faces.

Joke’s on them, Ciardis thought gleefully. Because as soon as their backs are turned, I’m out of here.

She smoothly took her place among the jostle of courtiers and the regiment of guards solely assigned to secure the Emperor of Algardis’s presence. She was too far back at first for Sebastian to catch more than a few glimpses of her face by then. Before he could object and wave her forward, she let herself be pushed back further and further by minor courtiers eager to get closer to the advisors and the Emperor himself. Soon enough she was subsumed by the jostling crowd and she slipped out the back of the group.

No one else the wiser.

Except for her own personal bodyguards who followed her as silently as shadows, not tasked with judging her. Just in keeping her safe.

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When Ciardis finally got far enough away that she was out of sight of busybody courtiers, none of which were looking at her way anyway, she turned and looked over at the Commander of her personal guard with a raised eyebrow.

Virge looked back at her without blinking—her face composed with a neutral expression.

“Nothing to say?” Ciardis asked gaily.

“Not a thing,” Virge assured her as they set off at a rapid pace towards the southern part of Emperor’s forces—where the mages needed her most.

Ciardis’ heart thumped harshly in her chest.

Nervous that she had defied the orders of a sitting Emperor and more anxious than ever to help those who were struggling to hang on to their last line of defense. That was why she went, not to get one over on Sebastian who couldn’t seem to get his head out of his courtier’s bums this time around.

At least that’s what she silently told herself as she raced to get down the footpath the troops had dug into the grassy terrain. To either side of her, wagonloads of supplies were being redeployed to what she supposed was strategic positions. Some looked like they were heading straight to the center of their frontlines, where the goddess hovered over them all like a benevolent fairy ready to wish them well.

Ciardis glanced over her shoulder with a shudder at the idea.

There’s nothing benevolent about that goddess, Ciardis thought ruefully as she caught a glimpse of Amani far, far above them. She hovered in the sky and even from here Ciardis could see her hard, shell-like armor shimmering with an opalescence in the high noon sky.

She looked like a star brought to life with body resplendent and close-cropped hair echoing the spikes of starlight Ciardis imagined from every celestial body high above in the heavens.

Amani’s beauty was about the nicest thing Ciardis could say about her. Her personality was ruthless and conniving, and her motivations as clear as mud. She seemed to want to kill everyone before her, and she had done so when she cleaved through the inner conclave chambers like a scythe. But she also played by a strange set of rules that only she and some scholars with an interest more in esoteric knowledge than fresh air seemed to know about.

Ciardis, Sebastian, and Thanar had tried to get up to date as they could on the restrictions that bound Amani in her game with the mortal kind but every hour some new disaster awaited and the goddess’s promised fate of bloody destruction loomed ever closer to its due date.

Now they were down one powerful member of the triumvirate, another one couldn’t seem to realize that they needed to work together to succeed, and she was darting off on a side quest to do what she could to bolster the resolves of the only mages who seemed willing to work in concert in the field.

It didn’t escape Ciardis’ amusement that those same mages were doing this under the orders of the Emperor of Algardis but she couldn’t get him to step up and work with her to not only save Thanar but their plans to defeat Amani.

Ciardis didn’t think Sebastian was blocking her attempts to be effective out of malice.

Rather, she thought he thought he was doing what he had too to save his empire and the people living within it. Ciardis knew that now that Sebastian was Emperor, he had to make strategic long-term decisions for the benefit of all, but she didn’t think that meant he had to sacrifice who he was an individual and the power that came with that to do it.

In Ciardis’ opinion if anyone on this battlefield had a chance against Amani now that Thanar was down for the count it was Sebastian with his connection and ability to draw from the empire’s soul if needed to mount a defense.

But he seemed hesitant to do that and she didn’t know why.

She would bet her last shilling however that Anurbar and Miles had something to do with it.

Mouth pursed in displeasure, Ciardis put thoughts of those two aside from a moment and walked straight up to the mage who’d been sent to marshal the south wind mages in the first place.

She called in her original powers as Weathervane as she did and waited a moment as he stood there eying her in shock. When the mage didn’t seem capable of finding the words to ask her what she was doing on the edge of the battle lines closest to failing, she decided to take the conversation in hand and make her abilities clear.

Without introducing herself, since there was no need, Ciardis strongly said, “I’m here. I can help the mages who are winding down in power. Just tell me where you need me.”

There was a moment of silence as the mage and the two others with him, both wearing badges of full Adepts, weighed her words. But to her relief and surprise, there was no rancor in his tone when he answered her and he didn’t reject her desire to help—either due to knowing the Emperor had explicitly ordered her to stay behind or because of his opinions on Companions who wielded magic.

Instead, he said, “Would everywhere be too much to ask?”

Then he flashed an ironic smile and Ciardis responded with a wry chuckle.

“Let’s start with your most abused mages,” she said in reply.

“Gladly, Lady Companion Weathervane,” the mage said as he pointed off to his right. “Let’s go this way.”

Ciardis shook her head, “Now that I know where they are, I’ll be able to see who needs me the most with a glance at their auras. I just didn’t want to wander around from collective to collective to do so.”

She turned and preceded to go.

Behind her, the lead mage called out, “We need all the boosting we can get.”

Feet flying Ciardis called back over her shoulder, “And you’ll get it!”

This time as Ciardis took off there was a grim look of satisfaction on her face. She was finally going where she was needed most, not where they thought to put her until the fighting was over. It didn’t take her long to round a small hill and find the first grouping of mages that the lead mage most likely would have pointed out. She’d been able to tell with a swift dip into her own mage pool that there were a bunch of small collection points all across the hills of this area, each hiding in small dips at the base of their prospective hill.

“Maybe I should have taken him up on that offer after all,” Ciardis stated as she got to the first grouping and noted there were only five to six here when she could sense at least thirty separate mages composing the south wind band of resistance.

Before she could turn and ask for any aid, Virge said in a clipped voice behind her, “You and you, find out where the next three collectives of mages are and pace out how long it’ll take to get there.”

As they took off, Virge called out after them, “And get some of those food pouches while you’re at it. I know those mages horde rations like chipmunks—they’ll have extras.”

Two runners, attached to Ciardis’ deployment of elite bodyguards, went running past and Ciardis had never been more grateful to have been issued a team by the imperial courts even though she’d resisted it at first.

With a grateful look at Virge but no words, Ciardis walked up to the five mages who were doing their best to ignore the intrusion into their designated space and keep up the magical tasks they’d been assigned. The strain on their faces was apparent and Ciardis had wondered initially why the groupings were all separated from each other but it made sense now. The ‘nodes’ as they were could do their work individually and it would probably decrease the odds of them all being wiped out in a single attack by the goddess’ forces.

Determined to help, she barged her way into the hand locked ring of power without so much as a by your leave and immediately started to boost their reserves—going from mage to mage mentally with a touch of her power thanks to the fact that they were interlocked.

None of them whispered a word of thanks.

They didn’t have to. She could feel their subtle relief wash over her as the strain on their bodies eased and Ciardis released her hold—magically and physically—on their node. Walking away as the two mages she’d interrupted returned to grasping hands, Ciardis turned to see the runners pacing back with supplies and news.

Virge swiftly passed out rationed food in slick pouches to every guard but herself, as she clearly wanted to keep at least one person with their hands cleared for battle, and then handed the second-to-last pouch to Ciardis.

Without waiting Ciardis dug into her ration of soup that she could just gulp down with gusto and then said, “We’re clear here. We need to move on to the next.”

Virge nodded sharply as she looked to the first of the two runners.

The boy quickly relayed everything he’d found out about the positioning of each node and how many mages were in every collective. Ciardis rubbed her chin as she thought which to go to first.

“If I might suggest,” Virge asked respectfully.

Ciardis looked to her quickly.

“Go ahead,” she urged.

“There are four more nodes here, here, here, and here,” Virge said briskly as she made marks in the dirt. “It’d be best to approach them all in a pattern west to east. We’ll be able to take care of those closest to the most dangerous point nearest the shield wall first and get it done quickly.”

Seeing that she was right, Ciardis didn’t argue.

She just nodded and replied, “Looks good to me. The ones who are at least half-strength are in that western portion so it’s good to arrive there first in any case.”

“Good,” Virge said. Looking around they saw that all of Ciardis’ bodyguards were ready and had already put their pouches aside into a debris pile.

Satisfied, the Commander of Ciardis’ personal bodyguard clicked her teeth and sharply stated, “Move out.”

As they left at a quick pace, leaving the first node behind, Ciardis noted that they were all energized. It turns out she wasn’t the only person longing for a sense of purpose, not by a longshot. When the second runner quickly led them to the next node, Ciardis did an initial assessment. This grouping happened to be towards the west but farthest away from those fraught battle lines so they were weary but not flagging. She took less time topping off three of their five mages and then moved on.

By this time, Virge, the last to partake in victuals was ready to go at a fast pace as well and they took off to their third node of the hour—urgency in everyone’s footfalls as they knew the closer they came to the battle lines the more dangerous it was and the greater the chance that the mages’ reserves would fail before they got there.

“Just hold on!” Ciardis muttered to these distant individuals as they crested a hill at a brutal run and saw them.

This time they were six sheltering under a rocky overhang as they desperately tried to stay standing. Ciardis could see exhaustion written into the bodies of every mage there as a runner positioned with them desperately watched them become close to failing but wasn’t able to help as their fatigue was a product of their magic being drawn down from their core and not just a body’s inability to adapt to wartime efforts.

Ciardis, shocked at all of their conditions, quickly said, “Virge they need water. All of them. This will take longer but I need to go from mage-to-mage. I’ll start with the worst off first.”

She didn’t bother turning to see that her request was followed through, she just walked up to a man who was so tall that Ciardis had to stand on the tips of toes to reach her shoulders. Placing her hands up on either side of his neck, she muttered to herself and got to work.

Ciardis pulled out all the stops to keep him from worsening as she saw his magic had lowered to dangerous levels. It was barely a flickering flame in his core when she reached out and with a tug of her magic, planted a direct line to her core within his own.

His magic leaped up like a tiny baby starved of sustenance and latched on to her string of magic with a ferocity that startled even her, but knowing this is what was needed she allowed him to draw on her magic with no restrictions. Before long, his little flame was a cheery glowing orb within his core and Ciardis felt his back straightened as the strain on his physical presence seemed to lessen as she watched.

Knowing it wasn’t enough to get him back to full strength, but that at least he wasn’t in danger of falling flat out now, Ciardis moved on to the next person.

Then the next.

Each mage was as worse off as the first, and Ciardis Weathervane gave them all that she had.

It wasn’t everything—not by a long shot.

Now that she wasn’t feeding Sebastian and Thanar’s cores continuously in the background, she had plenty of her own gifts to spare.

And she would gladly give it to keep these mages and their forces on their feet.

 

Sworn To Victory: Courtlight #13 is now up for Pre-Order on Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Kobo, iBooks, and Google Play. $2.99 price is only guaranteed through the pre-order period.

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Sworn To Victory: Courtlight #13 up for pre-order, Mages By Purity: Birthright #4 on sale, & other goodies!

Hi all,

So there’s a lot going on this winter but I love being so busy! Read this blog post carefully so you don’t miss a deal!

We’ll go with the most anticipated release first! You’ve been waiting since December 2018 for a new release in the Ciardis Weathervane saga and I am happy to let you know that I am back to writing her tale full-time.

The Courtlight books will release back-to-back and I will end this series on the happiest happily-ever-after note you’ve ever seen. So buckle in your seat belts because we have Sworn To Victory: Courtlight #13, Sworn To Allegiance: Courtlight #14, and the grand finale – Sworn To Reign: Courtlight #15 coming up for you.

SWORN TO VICTORY: COURTLIGHT #13 is on PRE-ORDER for $3.99 $2.99

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It will be available on Amazon and Patreon on release day. In addition, the Courtlight series will be fully wide on all retailers within two weeks. To celebrate that, here’s a boxed set sale.

COURTLIGHT SERIES BOXED SET: BOOKS 4-6 is on sale for $6.99 $2.99

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Next we have the announcement that Mages By Purity: Birthright #4 is now on sale! You can grab it today.

MAGES BY PURITY: BIRTHRIGHT #4 is ON SALE for $3.99 $2.99

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You can ALSO grab a free download from me to you as a thanks for being lovely supporters. This freebie is only available for a short time so get to clicking QUICKLY.

MAGES BY FORTUNE: BIRTHRIGHT #2 is $0.99 FREE

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I think that’s everything.

Birthright (Algardis) Books 1-3 available on all retailers, Cover Reveal, and Pre-Order live

Hi readers,

Welcome, welcome to the New Year! I’m so happy to be here in 2020 and I’ve brought with me a brand new release this month! But first a simple announcement – we had a poll in the Guild and I’ve decided to update the ‘Algardis series’ name to the Birthright series. It more accurately reflects Maeryn Darnes’ journey from locked-and-lost girl to female mage. It is still of course set in the Algardis Universe. So from now on you’ll see the ‘Mages By’ books referred to under their new series name. Okay, on to the goodies!

Mages By Purity: Birthright #4 is on pre-order!

But more importantly, we’ve opened up the Birthright series to all retailers! I’ve been getting requests for the books to be available on Barnes & Noble, Kobo, iBooks, and Google Play! I’m happy to say they are today.

Mages By Chance: Birthright #1 is FREE

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Mages By Fortune: Birthright #2 is $0.99

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Mages By Assembly: Birthright #3 is $2.99

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Now you can check out the brand-new cover art for Mages By Purity and grab the pre-order below! (It’ll be live on Amazon on release day.)

Pre-Order Links for Mages By Purity: Birthright #4

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I’m working on Sworn To Victory: Courtlight #13 as well and should have a chapter preview next week. You can join my Patreon to read the first two chapters of Mages By Purity: Birthright #4 or wait til two days before release and I’ll put it up on this blog! Aside from that, the release of Mages By Purity is dedicated to a beautiful new artist I’ve discovered named Faouzia. I love her powerful vocals and fantastic lyrics.

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Happy New Year! It’s Courtlight Short Story time!

Hi all,

I’m wishing you and yours a very Happy New Year and a brilliant 2020!

I’m so excited for what this year will bring and to start it off right I’ve posted a short story to my Patreon for all tiers to read. I promised the Patreon Guildies back in November 2019 that they could choose a character set for me to write about.

Out of Sebastian/Ciardis, Rivan/Maeryn, and Sara/Ezekiel – the first pairing won!

You’re now welcome to read the new short story titled ‘A Secret Encounter’ on Patreon, just log in and the download will be live in your inbox on 01/02/2020, let me know what you think and happy holidays! I’ll be posting another short story this month as well. ^.^

Also a note that the Algardis Series Boxed Set (Books 1-3) is still $0.99 and in Kindle Unlimited! I hope you enjoy this brand-new series arc with a new kingdom and a new set of characters to fall into.

Next up I’m working on Mages By Purity: Algardis #4 and Sworn To Victory: Courtlight #13 which will feature a wide release on all retailers.

Patreon Link here: teedun.com/patreon

Patreon FAQs here: teedun.com/patreon-faqs

Newest Boxed Sets here: teedun.com/amazonboxedsets

 

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Two new Algardis titles now live: Mages By Assembly: Algardis #3 and Books 1-3 Boxed Set

Hi all,

Wow – what an amazing winter its turned out to be.

I’m happy to announce the release of two new Algardis series titles. Mages By Assembly: Algardis #3 and the Algardis Series Boxed Set: Books 1-3 are now live! Before you start reading please note – as I told my beta and advance readers – going into 2020 I’m trying a more ‘serialized’ writing style. So the final resolutions will happen over a long arc rather than in one book or a short trilogy.

Now you can go.

Happy Black Friday – Mages By Assembly Chapter Preview & Patreon Announcement

Short-and-sweet: My Nook, Kobo, iBooks, and Google Play readers will be able to pre-order series like Algardis via Patreon starting today. All Patreon readers who sign-up by November 30th will receive a copy of Mages By Assembly: Algardis #3 on November 4th (ahead of regular release) and their copy of Sworn To Victory: Courtlight #13 ahead of regular release!

You can read Chapter One Of Mages By Assembly: Algardis #3 now!

Long version:

Hi all,

I’m moving into a brand-new exciting year of publishing (almost) exclusively to Amazon Kindle Unlimited. Starting with Books One and Two of the Algardis series available today.

Mages By Chance: Algardis #1

Mages By Fortune: Algardis #2

But I have absolutely not forgotten the readers who have supported me over the years on Barnes & Noble, Kobo, iBooks, and Google Play.

I will still be releasing some new items on those platforms (primarily the Courtlight and Crown Service series) but to make sure you have access to all my books before publication, I want to let you know that every reader on a non-Amazon platform can now sign up for my Patreon account.

How this works is simple. Every month, my new-and-existing Patreons will receive an email with a download page for the books of their choice.

For $2 Patreons you can choose one catalog book every month.

For $5 Patreons you can choose up to three catalog books every month.

For $10 Patreons you can choose one catalog book and up to two boxed sets every month.

These books will download to your eReader device through a service I am paying for called Bookfunnel. The books will auto-sync to the eReader of your choice and that’s all there is! This Patreon is such a deal for ALL my readers and a way to maintain access for readers on all platforms as a pre-order incentive.

This month in particular is important for readers of the Algardis series who want access to Mages By Assembly: Algardis #3, a sneak peek at Sworn To Victory: Courtlight #13, and the pre-order of the Algardis Series Boxed Set: Books 1-3. I hope you join us over at teedun.com/patreon!

Keep reading below for the preview of Mages By Assembly: Algardis #3!

P.S. – There’s a NSFW version of this same chapter on my Patreon and I’m taking comments on whether or not I should add more cursing (and other stuff) to my books, so sound off.

Mae had long ago lost her sense of time.

She hung upside down by her ankles from a ceiling with thick chains attached to metal stakes driven at three angles into the wall. She had become very familiar with the anchors to her chain. After she had tried for an hour unsuccessfully to yank herself free from their holds, she had even named them.

The first chain that kept her anchored to the left wall was called Headache.

The second chain that was fixed to the right wall was Miserable.

The third and final chain which went straight up to the center of the ceiling was her favorite. Accordingly its name was Pain.

Pain was a favorite because Mae didn’t haven’t to crane her head to see it. Just look up and there it was. Attached to the high arch on the second-story of a room she only sort of recognized. She knew that she was supposed to know where she was. But she had become more and more unfocused as time went on.

Still, sensing the importance of the act, Mae looked up at Pain and tried to concentrate on the design of the ceiling she was seeing. She thought she should recognize it. For some reason. But her mind had long ago turned to mush. Her head was swimming from the blood constantly rushing to her brain, her feet felt cold like she’d dipped them in a bath of ice…she supposed one more effect of blood rushing away from her limbs, and her entire body felt distant.

Like she inhabited her physical form but wasn’t really there. Just drifting. It was kind of fun until she couldn’t concentrate on important things like where she was. Mae felt lucky she knew her own name. Even that was getting more difficult by the second.

Patches of her memories were gone. Blank when she tried to recall the circumstances that had brought her here. Hanging upside down by her ankles and wondering what she’d done.

The only thing she was occasionally sure of was that whatever had brought her to these circumstances, it wasn’t normal. She wasn’t being punished for talking back to an elder or lightly thieving a grimoire from a hidden library.

No, no this is something far worse, Mae thought as her mind drifted in a swirl of ever-present confusion.

She wanted to remember but she couldn’t. The only thing that she could guess at was that it had been something horrific she’d done to deserve this. But even her family wouldn’t be this cruel.

My family, Mae thought in a bleary state.

Just thinking on them brought a pain that Mae curled away from inside. It lanced through her heart like a dagger and she was overwhelmed by emotions so strong it was hard to comprehend.

Pain.

Shame.

Fury.

For a brief moment she remembered why she was here. What she was done. Like a rose blooming in her mind, a petal slowly unfurled. It held a memory. Then many memories. But they didn’t last long. In fact as soon as she let out a scream of recognition, they were gone. All the emotions. Everything that told her who she was and how she had ended up here—suspended upside down from a ceiling she didn’t quite recognize.

The only thing left was relief. Mae’s body still felt the strain from when she’d arched up, still shackled to the ceiling, her body so tightly strung it might as well have been the bow an arrow would be loosened from.

Little by little her body relaxed. Her legs unlocked from the stiff pantomime they hung in, her back uncurved, and her jaw slackened. The fact that the only thing left after all that was relief was both perplexing and worrying.

She couldn’t remember why a moment before her whole body had been tense and her mind on fire with pain. But she knew enough to be grateful because it had felt like she was about to explode from the inside out.

Working her sore jaw, another after effect from the tension that had roiled through her, Mae tried to figure out what was going on. Why she was hung upside down. Who she could see to free her? But the room was empty of everyone else. She was alone with her rattling chains and the occasional crackle of a fire far below in lit brazier pots.

She could only see it when she angled her head back in order to look down. That hurt more than just letting her head hang. So she didn’t do it often. But in dim aloneness, the fires were her one cheery escape in a whole room which otherwise was split in half between darkness and light.

Fearing the worse and not knowing what else she could do, Mae started screaming.

Crying out for help but that brought no one to her aid and only hammered in the realization that she was on her own. As further time passed, Mae licked her dry, cracking lips and realized that if she didn’t try something to free herself soon, she’d only waste away hung upside down by her chains.

Twisting around she tried to see anything that would help her but nothing was forthcoming. Her movements also jarred something into her back.

Part of the chain, she thought. But with that pain came a brief and momentary glimpse into her past. What had brought her here. What kept her here.

Nervously Mae twisted again to feel the quick jab of the sharp piece of metal in her back and more memories loosened.

She wanted to remember. Even with the pain.

She wanted to be free. Even if it meant falling.

She wanted to be whole again and that desperation drove her to fight through the blood rushing to her head and the disorientation came with it.

For a moment there was clarity, visually and mentally, and the parts swimming in her gaze came together to form a coherent whole. Gray blocks marked with soot stains merged into a pattern she recognized. Laid stonework. Round buttresses became arches along the four corners of the slightly domed ceiling. In the center was a chandelier of mage lights that was now holding up more than just a dozen candle sticks.

It held Maeryn Darnes herself.

She recognized all the parts and the whole they made as the magical haze seemed to be doing more to cloud her mind than the dehydration and blood loss was.

“The sickroom…that’s where I am,” Mae mumbled in a daze to herself.

At least that’s where she thought she was.

Its where she had been when this horrifying ritual had begun.

Where what had once been Mae’s dream of salvation had rapidly turned her greatest nightmare.

And it all started here. Here where my siblings were confined in sickness. Here where I hang for my crimes, Mae thought in dazed blur as she tried to keep her eyes open.

She twisted again, this time lightly, just to get the sharp rush of pain in her lower back and the urgency to stay alert grew greater. The pain’s clarity didn’t last long, but it was enough to combat what was clouding her mind like a faint cloud covering every inch of her thoughts. Mae knew that it wasn’t a lack of sleep that was preventing her from keeping her focus, visual or mentally, however. It was magic.

She could see it when she blinked her eyes open and concentrated.

That was one thing she hadn’t lost in this grim imprisonment.

So she thought to counteract it. She couldn’t move much more than her wriggling but she didn’t need to physically manipulate her body to open herself up. Mae let her magic go.

The first thing that was affected was her mental acuity.

Then her eyesight and her ability to see auras.

Grateful to see that at least some things were still the same, even though the first time she’d been actually shown an aura was by the woman who her mind wanted to forget as much as it struggled to remembered everything else. She wasn’t precisely sure why it was so easy to shift into looking at those auras now but she had the feeling it had to do with the fact that her seal had been broken open.

Mae’s vision was a bit fuzzy still, especially close in but she would have been able to see the glowing script crawling up and down her chest even if she was blind. It was that bright.

Combined with the blood that had drizzled down her sides from some wounds she didn’t remember receiving and Mae might have thought her body was a living canvas for some insane court-based painter far from the capital of the kingdom of Nardes.

But she wasn’t a piece of art.

She was grateful at least that with the the cloud lifted from her mind, she could process that and more now that her magic made it possible for her to react to the present, and not just the delirium that had fogged over her thoughts. Mae realized that her whole body hurt—from the deep scratches at her hips, to the soreness of her chest that seemed to thrum with glint of the glowing scripts, to the feet shackled and enduring the weight of her body held upside down.

It was the pain that let her know this was all reality and not some dream.

It was the bitterness in her mouth that reminded her of how she had gotten here in the first place. Donna Marie’s betrayal. Hers and others. Mae’s hazy memory was coming together like puzzle pieces long ago separated and what she remembered—she didn’t like.

Every second she lingered in her mind—growing panic set in.

The kind of fear that was inescapable and overwhelming.

She sensed an ominous presence tied to not just Donna Marie thought, but now over the entire greater holding. A presence that meant evil had already been done and it made her pulse race. Mae didn’t care what was happening to her. She shivered in the dark however thinking about what had become of her family members.

The only thing she could do was hang around and hope. Hope that they had gotten away, somehow, someway.

“Enough of old worries,” Mae said to herself as she shifted her gaze around and grimaced with the liquid that drifted into her eyes—temporarily blinding her.

It wasn’t tears though. It was blood.

Hers.

Wincing, Mae tried to get wipe away the sensation of her dried blood that had slowly dripped down her face from her chin over her lips, over her nose, and over her eyes. Her hands were free so she could periodically let them fall and smear away what she could towards her hair line and on her clothes.

She didn’t do that often because she had learned that by keeping her hands looped on her belt she could shift some of the dead weight of her hanging arms onto the core of her body.

It felt better. If only for a moment.

There were so many other things wrong, that temporary relief didn’t absolve all the other issues. Like the fact that just to be able to breathe and keep her eyes clear she’d been forced to keep her eyelids and mouth closed. Now that the wound had been sealed enough that it wasn’t leaking a steady stream, she could open them again. That was no problem when it came to her mouth.

But her eyes? Well, the blood had dried over her lids until it was a thick crust she couldn’t dislodge.

It hurt.

It itched.

It was driving her crazy.

Not to mention the fact she was seeing things. Things that had nothing to do with her current position hanging upside down and everything to do with the casting Donna Marie had done to unlock Mae’s gift.

The only thing Mae remembered was that whatever had happened to her…she had brought onto herself.

The thought made her squirm inside. She couldn’t precisely remember how. Her memory was clearer but it wasn’t completely back, so whatever it was that had merited this punishment from the foreign woman and her cohort…Mae had to guess it had been something crucial. Maybe she had stumbled upon something she hadn’t. Ran into someone she shouldn’t have. But the past was the past and now she was paying for it.

Mouth wrenching in displeasure Mae realized that if she was going to get out of this she’d have to do so quickly. Before she sank back into unconsciousness aided by her dizziness and blood loss.

Twisting herself back and forth made her feet hurt but it allowed her to do pull herself by her torso enough times that she saw the chains around her feet were double-wrapped. Secure enough to keep her hanging up here but perhaps not for long.

Mae made a plan. She twisted some more and desperately reached out with her free hands to get purchase. She made it just barely. Gripping her upper thighs with desperation until she could physically climb up her legs with straining hands and reach between her feet for the chains that imprisoned her.

It was the most exhausting thing Mae had ever done but she made it, tears freely falling from the corners of her eyes as she panted in exertion and struggled to hold her body weight up by her arms and not let go.

Her eyes desperately searched the metal links she could see clearly now that she was raised up to the level of her feet. She was looking for some kind of linchpin or lock that she could loosen to free herself.

Her eyes snagged on an incongruity just as her arms began to shake from the strain.

Found it! She thought triumphantly.

There it was.

Knowing she couldn’t stay in this position for long, she lunged for the bit of metal that meant her freedom, grabbed it and yanked.

Joy went through Mae’s mind as she realized she had won. But just as quickly followed panic as she felt her back falling backward as she realized her hands were no longer anchored as well. Suddenly she was scrambling frantically as she realized she hadn’t exactly thought the next part through. Desperate not to plummet to the ground unchecked Mae clutched at anything metal she could reach.

She felt something cold and slick which might stop her fall but she’d only managed to grab onto the now loose chains that had bound her feet. That wouldn’t help.

Yet I’m not falling, Mae thought in amazement.

Panting heavily Mae peeked up, almost too afraid to look, and realized that her left hand had grabbed the loose chains but her right was snagged onto the hook that had been holding them all up.

“Thank the gods,” she whispered in fervent prayer as she smiled up at the first good thing that happened that day.

She even felt some relief sweep through her.

That is until a sheering sound whispered from above.

 

Upon release the 3rd book in the Algardis series will be live at http://terahedun.com/magesbyassembly

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Mages By Fortune: Algardis #2 is live

Hello all,

I’ve been a busy beaver, yes I have! Mages By Fortune: Algardis #2 is live on all retailers!

I’ll say that again – MAGES BY FORTUNE IS PUBLISHED.

As mentioned in my newsletter, Mages By Fortune will be joining the 1st book in the Algardis series and the entire Courtlight series in Kindle Unlimited but in order to give my long time readers a chance to read the books on ALL platforms it has release widely first.

But it is only available on Barnes & Noble, Kobo, iBooks, and Google Play for a limited time – until TOMORROW. So hurry up and grab it!

If you haven’t read Mages By Chance: Algardis #1 I’d snatch it up quickly and give it a read too. It’s FREE until midnight tonight.

Mages By Chance: Algardis #1 Buy Links

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Now, for those who are part of my Guild facebook group (where I release covers, arcs, snippets, and discussion posts first all the time), we know the next book I’m writing is Sworn To Victory: Courtlight #13. After that I’ll be publishing Mages By Assembly: Algardis #3 and going back to the Crown Service series.  I’ll be posting more about Ciardis Weathervane and Sebastian Algardis and Prince Thanar, very soon with an interesting update in this winter that some readers will pretty much go insane for. Lastly Crown Service and Sara Fairchild – I cannot WAIT to get back to writing my battle and fight scenes. Sara is coming! Now please, enjoy the 2nd book in the Algardis series.

Reviews and Praise for the Algardis Series

“Once again Terah does not disappoint. New book. New characters. New storyline. Same great writing that captivates you from chapter one. Can’t wait to see what happens in MAGES BY FORTUNE!”

-Mandy Ramey

“How far would you go to save the ones you love? Would you risk it all? In Terah’s newest book that is exactly what our protagonist faces. Mae must decide just how far she’s willing to go to save her younger siblings. This book does not disappoint and left me wanting to know what happens next!”

-Emily Seals

“I just finished reading this first book in the Algardis series it is going to be a winner. Terah Edun is a great at bringing characters to life and what an ending. Loved it!!”

-Pam Hood

“How far would you go to save your family? Stealing an ancient grimoire when you have been banned from using magic? Trusting foreigners? Riveting first book in a new series with twists and turns that kept me guessing. Loved the book and can’t wait for the next one.”

-Bronwyn Kotze

Mages By Fortune: Algardis #2 Blurb and Buy Links below

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In this second book in the Algardis series, Mae is left with few choices about who to trust now that darkness within her own family has been uncovered. With children dying, Mae realizes that she must do the unthinkable in order to save them all.

After uncovering a plot to use the wasting illness to activate their own mage powers, Maeryn Darnes doesn’t trust anyone. That’s a good thing as her own family is after her now.

With her blood plotting against her, Mae must turn to the outsiders for aid. In secret, she works with them to strike the symbol of her family’s heritage from her neck—the famed tattooed collar.

But undoing the work of generations takes work. Maeryn Darnes is forced to enter into alliances with wandering mages and unscrupulous mercenaries to get the power she needs to active a ritual darker than anything she dreamed.

As she makes a pact with the unknown, Mae has to wonder—had she made a deal with an even greater evil than the one that lurks in her own family’s home?

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Mages By Fortune: Algardis #2 – First Two Chapters

Time for you get an idea of where Maeryn ‘Mae’ Darnes is going on her journey and who she’s taking with her. I was excited to see Rivan step up to the plate in the book and be more open with Mae. It turns out his alliances may not be so firm as it all seems, and the foreigner he travels with should be wary—because his bite is worse than his growl.

Check out the first two chapters of Mages By Fortune: Algardis #2 below and get ready for the release of the full book in the Algardis series very soon. P.S. – Reminder these chapters haven’t been seen by my editor yet, they’re just for your viewing pleasure.

Also, if you haven’t read book one yet, what are you waiting for? It’s in Kindle Unlimited!

It wasn’t every day that someone walked up to Maeryn Darnes and told her that they could change not only her life but her entire families’. Today was that day and it felt like all of the emotions she had building up inside of her because of it would force her to burst.

Frustration at being forced to make a choice.

Temptation at the possibilities being dangled in front of her—not just for herself but for others.

Fear…because she couldn’t take back the agreement once made.

Mae wasn’t stupid. There was a lot that the foreign woman wasn’t telling her. There was a gleam of anticipation in Donna Marie’s eyes that Mae didn’t understand and made her wary to the core. But the hope she held out in its place was almost too much to bear.

Mae swiped her tongue over her suddenly dry lips and opened her mouth to speak.

“I—” Mae croaked out.

She intended to say ‘I agree’ but the words stuck in her mouth like a piece of fruit lodged down her throat. She couldn’t get it out and for a moment of panic she couldn’t even breathe. It was as if all her normal bodily functions stopped working and she was left just trying to resume speaking, breathing, and smiling, all of which naturally came as second nature to her so it was disturbing to be without.

As for Donna Marie, she looked at Mae with impatience growing on her face. As she looked down on the less tall Mae, for a moment her face transformed. Not literally but almost imperceptibly, as Mae saw something else in that moment. The tight smile on her lips didn’t reach her eyes. And the frown lines radiating from her tear ducts weren’t ones from a life of joy, but one of stress. It was as if the persona she put on for the public was a mask and if Mae waited just a minute longer the entire façade would crack into a hundred pieces to reveal the truth underneath.

So wait she would.

“I–I just need more time to think it through,” Mae stammered—looking for an excuse for why her mind froze when her heart was telling her to go ahead with the best option she had.

Realistically it was the only option she had.

Donna Marie glanced up at the sky with an exaggerated look of boredom.

“If we’re going to do this now would be the time,” the foreign woman said in a sarcastic voice.

Easy for you to say you’re getting exactly what you want, Mae thought caustically.

Meanwhile Mae was limited by her current circumstances, the fact that the children of the greater holding were violently ill, and let’s be honest—some of her own relatives might be out to kill her as she deliberated.

It was a lot to think about at the moment. She’d gain an ally by giving the foreign woman what she wanted—for however little time this played out, and more importantly she’d gain something for herself in the process. Magic.

A weapon to use both to attack and protect. It would be hers to use as she willed, just as one of her many cousins had used his wind magic to try knock her off a steep ledge so that she would plummet to her death.

That was supposition. We don’t know he meant to kill us. Maybe he would have captured us and brought our hovering bodies back through the window, she thought to herself stubbornly—trying to think the best of the events that had proceeded her being here.

But even she wasn’t that naïve. The force of his power had been deliberate and had quite the chance of being fatal if she and Ember hadn’t spied a balcony to dive down into at the last minute.

Which left more questions than answers for Mae. Who were these mysteriously murderous relatives? What was it that they had been doing to the girls? And what would they do once Richard told them just who it was they’d caught spying from the second floor?

In fact they could be torturing him for important information right now! Mae thought horrified at the prospect.

She didn’t know Richard that well. He was one of the dozens of younger generation cousins that roamed the halls of the Darnes greater holding. She saw him in passing at breakfast, and again at noon’s meal before the ‘children’ were separated from the ‘young adults’ of marriageable age for the last meal heading into the night. He didn’t share any of her studies and their parents weren’t that close. So she couldn’t say that he would keep their secrets or even try to. So instead she wondered just what he had said and what the cloaked figures would do with that information.

Hunt her down like a deer to kill? Or bring her before the elders like a recalcitrant child? Mae wondered in her head.

She was fairly sure which of those options would leave her alive for another day but neither were ones she could say she preferred.

The thought of it all made Mae’s stomach knot in turmoil and that was just one of the aspects that she had to be careful of before making her call. The others? Were both better and worse than anything else she’d ever been faced with before.

Mae bit her lip in indecision. She wasn’t going to rush into this. She just wished she had someone to discuss it over with. Someone she trusted. But she was alone in this and the choice was hers alone. Which made it even worse not better. Because make no mistake, if she did this, if she went through with what the foreign woman wanted…there would be repercussions.

Mae took a deep breath as she thought about it. Thought about what Donna Marie was asking, which on the surface wasn’t much, and if you stirred the pot…was everything.

Mae didn’t want to be one of those foolish people who leaped before they looked, but from the female mage’s own words…this was as much of a fishing expedition for her as it was a learning process for Mae.

“But to do this,” Mae whispered to herself as she clutched her right elbow and tried to think it through.

It remained to be seen why her family, her elders even, had locked away the gifts—supposing they actually were there—in the first place. What made the power of women and girls so undesirable that they were outright forbidden? Nothing justified it Mae’s head and even as she thought about what had been done to her when she was very young, Mae was simmering with rage. It was all she had wanted as a child, to be special. To be unique. And to think that these gifts were hers to claim all along but because of a decision made long before she was born—they had been cut off? She couldn’t fathom the reasoning and she didn’t think those who had made the decision long ago could understand her pain.

Not that she could ask them.

The methodical placement of the tattoos along her collarbone had been decided generations ago and was something her sister, her stepmother, her grandmother, and even her great-aunt had gone through. As far as Maeryn Darnes knew, it was something generations of the women in her family had been subjected to.

She had never learned why.

Heck, she had never asked why.

It just was.

Only brief memories of the process from her childhood flashed in her mind at any time. It was a room filled with light and female faces surrounded her on all sides. They bent down over with rings of light about their crowns like halos and she looked up at them in confusion from where she lay flat on her back with something cold and hard underneath her.

She’d been five.

Or four. She couldn’t precisely remember what age it’d been done at but she didn’t remember words…just flashes of movements and all those faces. It seemed all the women of her clan old enough to marry had been present. And from what Ember had told her the one time she’d opened up about it with her sister, she too had had the same experience. Although Ember remembered more than her…suggesting that perhaps that she had been older than Mae when it happened?

Ember had talked about smells which Mae couldn’t remember.

Scents of sandalwood, a rare and costly aroma that Mae had only smelled once…when she’d been taken to one of the city-states with her father for trade. The idea of it being present here, so far into the rural shadows of the Nardes kingdom was preposterous. One thimble was worth more than an entire season’s production of vegetables.

Which left the question of how Ember had encountered it when she was so young. But Mae didn’t know much more than that because as soon as she had started to open up her sister had closed down. It taken her years to realized that was Ember’s defensive mechanism. Only being vocal when she knew absolutely everything there was to know about the subject at hand. As a eight-year-old being snapped at by her older sister though, Mae had simple taken offense and endeavored to not speak or do her mean sister any favors for the foreseeable future. Which had lasted all of a few weeks until there was something else Mae wanted and only Ember could provide.

But now all I want is answers, so many mysteries in a family that I thought I knew like the back of my hand, Mae thought as her eyes drifted over to Ember’s still form.

As her memory was triggered, Mae struggled to remember if she had ever gone back to Ember. To insist they talk about that strange fateful day that they both had shared…if only because their recollections were so similar. But she never had. Because the look in Ember’s eyes when she had first brought it up was one Mae recognized all too well—it was one that was haunted.

Funnily enough except for this almost disturbing episode Mae had thought her childhood was idyllic. Oh, they had their struggles. With so many bodies and babies to feed in the family, they had to stretch their food to feed everyone. That meant weeks without meat as the hunters drifted further out to find something that would stretch for them all or when they did find a few hares or even a deer, it was chopped into thick finger-length bits to put into a pot of stew for everyone to partake. But no one died of starvation and everyone who was family was blood. They stood by one another. The secret that sat at the heart of them was simply unspoken of.

But then the children started dying again. In large numbers and what had once been a generational curse now seemed never-ending. Nerves were frayed and boundaries broken. Not the least of which was her own. It was how she’d started doing research into the cure in the first place and ended up breaking into her grandmother’s private sanctum to receive the grimoire.

Even just thinking of the tome that she’d risk so much for made Mae flinch.

It was gone…in the hands of people she’d rather it not be and what was worse—they’d destroyed it with fire. She hadn’t seen what they’d done with the incantation on the ripped off page itself because by that point she’d been running for her life. But Mae couldn’t imagine the group of mad cloaked individuals had done much good with it.

Without that page Mae had to wonder if they could even do what needed to be done. Which meant she had to get it back. But first things first, she had to get out of her latest scrape in one piece. So she stood up and looked around the clearing with a firm face. It was the same as it had been before. The air was a little stiller. The gloom about them all a little heavier. But it was still her, three strangers, and her sister—at once all alone in the forest and together. These strangers clearly had kidnapped them but they’d also saved them from a deathly fate. So Mae stood on the cusp of a choice, to trust them, to work with them and in the process—make a deal that would shake the very foundation of her family’s core. But also save the ones who needed help the most—the children.

It wasn’t as hard a call to make as she would have thought.

Mostly because she was on the black list for a large grouping of her closest relatives at the moment and the idea of coming to them with her idea for help was worse than foolish, it could spell the death warrants of not just the children, but herself and Ember.

For knowing too much in a time it would seem that it was best to know nothing at all.

Decided she nodded to herself, turned back and stepped forward. As she did a chill wind blew into the clearing and directly at her—leaving her cold all over. If she was all superstitious, Mae would have taken the ghost that walked over her grave at that moment for a warning.

But she wasn’t.

Instead she put on the charm as much as she could and directed a compelling gaze to the woman who held her future in her hands.

Hers and her entire family’s it seemed.

Mae just desperately hope that her faith in the foreigner wasn’t misplaced…for all their sakes.

 

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“Have you made up your mind?” Donna Marie asked in a commanding tone.

“I have,” Mae replied warily.

Donna Marie raised her eyebrows and looked at her. She wasn’t going to ask a second time.

A brief smile flashed over Mae’s face. The foreign woman’s imperious nature sometimes reminded her of Ember…in her most annoying habits.

“Alright, what’s next?” Mae asked with a heavy sigh. She was going in, whether she liked it or not.

Donna Marie’s eyes brightened as she smiled.

She didn’t waste any time in replying.

“Now, I take a look at what makes you and other females like you, so very special,” Donna Marie said in an encouraging voice. “Once my study is done, I can aid you in invoking that incantation you’re so desperate to see succeed.”

Mae’s voice stiffened as she said, “It will succeed.”

It has to, she said to herself.

Donna Marie shrugged, “It will or it won’t. But you’re on a strict timetable from what I gather and I…am not. So it’d be in your best interest to cooperate promptly.”

“I already said I would!” Mae snapped—bristling. She didn’t like being threatened.

“How long will this take anyway?” Mae said as the woman just watched her. Figuring she could move this along Mae started to unlace her front and prepared to be examined.

“A few hours at minimum,” the foreign woman said in a casual voice as she inched forward with predatory eyes.

Mae paused the moment those words uttered from Donna Marie’s mouth.

“Hours?” she said with a shocked gasp. “We don’t have that.”

“This isn’t just some etching I’m going to do on your chest girl,” Donna Marie replied quickly. “I need to not only to use my gifts to study your inked collar but I need to do it with your aid.”

“Why?” Mae said uncomfortable.

“Why what?” Donna Marie asked with irritation.

Mae stopped fiddling with the buttons that held her vested overcoat tight at her waist and stared at the foreign woman.

“Why do you need my help?” Mae said in a voice that was unshakeable. “You’re just studying them right?”

“Well—” Donna Marie started to say in an uncomfortable voice.

Mae squinted at her and looked over at Rivan to see if he had anything to say about this. But his gaze was narrowly focused off in the distance and unreadable in any case. As for Dot, he was looking directly at her with what Mae could only characterize as an avaricious look that immediately made her cringe.

“Just look at it and get on with it,” Mae complained.

Donna Marie flapped her hand as if to wish away any tension in the air and prompt her to move on.

“It’s a little bit more than that,” Donna Marie said in a weasely tone. “But I promise it won’t hurt.”

That wasn’t what Mae had asked and it stalled her movements even more than their prior conversation.

When Mae didn’t make a move to continue unveiling what Donna Marie so desperately wanted, the foreign woman begrudgingly added, “There’s something about that tattoo about your collarbone. It doesn’t react to coercion—”

And how would you know that? Mae wondered to herself as her hackles raised.

Who else had this woman approached to get what she’d needed…and what had she done for the access she obviously so desperately wanted?

“—in fact, your ancestors were quite devious about it,” Donna Marie said in an envious tone that Mae didn’t like. “They made the tattoos invisible to the naked eye unless you’re a mage—”

“Well, that explains why the girls in the village never really asked about what was right in front of them,” Mae muttered.

“—and resistant to inspection without the express approval of the bearer,” Donna Marie concluded.

Mae raised a curious eyebrow, “So you just have to ask and it can be studied?”

“No,” Donna Marie grumbled. “It’s rather more complex than that.”

Donna Marie frowned as she continued, “How can I explain this to one so ignorant to the complex intricacies of a mage warding?”

“You can try by using small words,” Mae said a bit incensed at being referred to as an idiot in her viewpoint—just not in so many words.

“I didn’t say that you were—,” Donna Marie started

“It’s a binding on your body,” Rivan interjected before Donna Marie could put her foot in her mouth any more than she already had.

The foreign woman turned to him with a look of almost relief on her face and Mae obliging turned her focus to the other young man, only to notice that he was staring directly at her with an intense she was startled by. Mae almost reached up to her face just to make sure she didn’t have any mud on her cheeks but that was just silly because she knew that she was in fact dirty, one didn’t race through an attic and get logged through a forest and stay clean throughout the process, but also he wasn’t looking at her face, but at her body.

And a rather inappropriate portion of her body if anything her grandmother had taught her was right, Mae thought annoying.

He was staring directly at her chest when he said it with narrowly focused eyes. Mae almost covered her top with her hands in affront until she noticed that his look wasn’t lascivious, it was concentrated.

He was studying it, she realized as she recognized the same look that had been on her own face countless times.

But how? Mae continued to wonder. Her skin was still covered by her clothes but that didn’t seem to matter to him.

Rivan continued in a methodical voice, “That binding makes it so your flesh hides the very well written layers of the spell written within it.”

“Spell, what spell?” Mae asked genuinely shocked.

Rivan sent her scorching look. “The tattoo,” he said in a disbelieving tone.

As if she was the fool for not realizing it in the first place.

And maybe she was but he didn’t have to take that tone with her. She was new to all of this!

Apparently deciding to take pity on her Rivan explained further, “The inked tattoos on your collarbone, and I suspect this is true for all the women in your commune—”

He paused there to glance over at Ember’s prone form resting against the tree. Mae resisted the instinctive urge to step in from of her sister’s body and instead let him continue his examination from a distance, a distance of several feet away from both Ember and herself. If he could study the tattoos from that far away and while she was covered, Mae was tempted to just tell Donna Marie to let Rivan do what needed to be done.

Jolting her from her reverie, Rivan continued as he said, “—this is the same. It’s more than just a design, representative marking of your family. As Donna Marie stated it binds your powers and precludes you from using them.”

“And how does it do that?” Donna Marie asked in a smooth leading tone.

She clearly already knew she was just trying to lead his explanation back to her original path of inquiry.

“By using spellwork to do so,” Rivan said through gritted teeth.

He even briefly balled his fingers into fists. Which Mae didn’t miss although Donna Marie was assiduously looking the other way at the moment, so perhaps it was as much for himself as it was for her.

Still the foreign woman nodded in appreciation as she said, “Thank you Rivan.”

“Don’t thank me,” the young man muttered. “Her family may have done a shitty thing but that spellwork is absolutely gorgeous. It’s alive in her skin.”

And this time both Donna Marie and Rivan were staring at the hidden ink with what Mae could only characterize as want.

“Well,” Mae said while clearing her throat and trying to break up their stares. “So you want to study how they inked the design?”

“That and more,” Donna Marie said eagerly.

Rivan shrugged. “It’ll take careful unlayering to see just how they laid down the spell framework I’m guessing. Starting with a bare look at your skin and moving into the field of aural divination as we descend into the realm of strictly mage sight.”

Mae stirred but she didn’t really have any knowledge what they were planning to do and how it would affect her, and from the looks on their faces—they had done just about all the explaining either was prepared to do.

Reluctantly, she said then “Okay, let’s get going then.”

She eyed Rivan warily as she did so while wondering if she had been keeping a tense eye on the wrong person all along.

He knew far too much about this ‘warding’ when even Donna Marie couldn’t definitely state such details. So how did he know it? Mae openly wondered with a question in her eyes as she looked at him.

Of course, he was now back to being silent with an interesting gleam in his eyes, his hand folded in front of him, and no more.

Donna Marie proceeded to begin.

“Well, as my fine traveling companion has so aptly stated,” Donna Marie said. “Your tattoos are composed of more than meets the eye. I will not only have to visually study it but dive into my magic to unravel the layers that make it a composition.”

“But you’re not going to…permanently remove it or anything?” Mae nervously stated.

“What?” Donna Marie blurted out caustically. “Oh no, I don’t believe that will be necessary.”

Mae let out a slow sigh of relief.

“That’s good,” she hurriedly replied. “I mean—not that I wouldn’t want it removed, but it would make my life easier if you could just…make the tattoo bend to your will for a moment, show me how to proceed with the incantation as a third in the mage triangle and then…we’ll all be on our way.”

“I’m sure we will,” Donna Marie replied with a bit of darkness in her tone.

Mae couldn’t precisely pinpoint on what part of their conversation had tripped her up though so she let it go as just a fanciful part of her imagination as Donna Marie continued to speak.

“Now that I have your verbal permission to assess your tattoos you must do one more thing first before we begin?” Donna Marie said.

“What?” Mae asked immediately with apprehension.

To be fair Donna Marie had yet to ask something of her she couldn’t easily physically give…but there was always something more on the horizon, which Mae didn’t like. But she had to play her gains to get to the cure to win.

“You must believe inside yourself that this is the right decision,” Donna Marie said. “Or it won’t work.”

“What won’t work?” Mae asked mystified.

“I won’t be able to access your ink,” Donna Marie said in a final note.

Frustrated at the delay now that she was finally ready to move on, Mae pulled aside the top of her collar and said, “What do you mean—it’s right here!”

“If you had a mirror in front of you right this moment, what you see and what I see would be very different,” Donna Marie explained.

“But you’re a mage!” Mae complained.

“I didn’t say the ink would be invisible to me,” Donna Marie snapped. “It just convolutes my study in a way we don’t need. You can thank your bull-headed ancestors.”

Mae grumbled and then said. “Fine, I believe you should see it.”

“Not just in your head, but in your heart,” Rivan said forcefully as he interjected again. “If you don’t it won’t work.”

Mae narrowed her eyes. “This is a lot of layers of security for some pretty ink…even if it does lock away my gifts. Even the male relatives in my family don’t have naturally intense gifts, just enough to set bone or encourage crops.”

Donna Marie nodded eagerly, “Now you see my conundrum. Why work so hard to lock something away that is essentially meaningless in nature.”

“I wouldn’t call it meaningless,” Mae cried—a little offended.

“Please,” Donna Marie said wryly. “There are toddlers in my cities which display more magic than the greatest of your elders. I am not boasting, it is a fact.”

“And yet the gifts needed to do what these backwards commune-dwellers have done outstrips more than the mage adepts at your fabled school,” Rivan murmured.

What school? Mae wondered as her ears perked up—not wanting to interrupt now that they’ve told her something.

“Nevertheless,” Donna Marie said firmly. “They individually are not so gifted which begs the question what are they hiding underneath these layers of spellwork.”

“And why hasn’t anyone discovered it before?” Rivan added in an echo of Donna Marie’s interest.

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Seventeen-year-old Ciardis Vane grew up in a small village on the edge of the realm. But then her life changes when a strange woman appears with the key to Ciardis’s escape. Ciardis knows that this is her one opportunity to change her life. But what she does not know is that she will soon be at the heart of intrigues and power struggles, and that her new life in luxury demands a high price, perhaps even the life of a prince.

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Eighteen-year-old companion trainee Ciardis Weathervane has won the friendship of the royal heir and saved his claim to the throne. Yet her interference in the inheritance rights leaves more harm done than good. The inhabitants of the forest, magic-wielding non-humans, are defiant. They have not forgotten their long struggles nor are they content to watch as the last of their lands perish. With enemies closing ranks in Sandrin, Ciardis can little afford to leave the city’s nest of vipers to take on a new task. This second novel continues the story of Ciardis Weathervane from Sworn To Raise.

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A threat to all she holds dear lies in the North and her heart is not the only thing she might lose. A massive army awaits in the mountain pass, surging closer to the gates of the southern lands. As Ciardis Weathervane faces her greatest fears on the battlefields and her heart is torn between her love of Sebastian and loyalty to her family, she must choose her fate carefully. For in her path, lies the destiny of the empire. This third novel continues the story of Ciardis Weathervane from Sworn To Transfer.

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In the heart of the Imperial Court, Ciardis Weathervane knows that death is coming for the empire. She must do her best to unite kith, mages, nobles and merchants under one cause – the fight to prevent a war. Throw in a daemoni prince who is showing interest in the youngest Weathervane, a jealous prince heir, and a irritated dragon with her own designs on Ciardis, and you have an imperial court in turmoil. This fourth novel continues the story of Ciardis Weathervane from Sworn To Conflict.

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Ciardis Weathervane returned to the imperial court of Sandrin to unite her foes. She never thought that before rallying an empire, she’d have to fight the emperor himself. Ciardis hasn’t survived assassination attempts, torture and really bad luck to be taken down by her own ruler.Butting heads at court isn’t Ciardis’s only problem, it is up to her small group to stop the destruction of the entire city while heading a rebellion that could foment a revolution. This fifth novel continues the story of Ciardis Weathervane from Sworn To Secrecy.

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Ciardis Weathervane is officially engaged to one man and bonded to a second. She should be planning the wedding ceremony, instead she’s spending her engagement on the lawless oad to the western lands. If the unscrupulous bandits don’t make short work of them, Ciardis knows that when they return she and Sebastian will have to a face and unmask the man who has stolen the imperial throne. This sixth novel continues the story of Ciardis Weathervane from Sworn To Defiance.

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Ciardis Weathervane is nothing if not resourceful but she and her friends are running out of time and options.  In their way stands thousands of people trapped inside a walled city for half a century. Now the city and its people want retribution and the only thing they will accept is the sacrifice of the empire’s most famous son – Sebastian Athanos Algardis. It will take more than diplomacy for Ciardis to win his freedom, before a reign of fire comes down from the wyvern and the dragon to burn them all. This seventh novel continues the story of Ciardis Weathervane from Sworn to Ascension.

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Ciardis Weathervane has one simple rule – win the first fight, then move on to the next. When she returns to the imperial capital city, she finds that nothing is as she left it. Only a week has passed and yet chaos reigns. Ciardis is faced with the predicament of saving an empire and sacrificing a revolution, all while facing down a clock that has run out of the time. The gods are here and there’s nothing that she nor anyone else can do to stop them.  This eighth novel continues the story of Ciardis Weathervane from Sworn to Vengeance.

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Ciardis Weathervane is facing a war on two fronts. One with the dragons. One with the deities. She knows that the very foundation between ruler, nobility, and commoner had fractured down to its core. But the citizens of the empire need more than a speech to believe in the rulers that betrayed them just days before. With Thanar trapped in purgatory while they fight to resurrect the city that gave them life—Ciardis and Sebastian are in a battle to the death against a god bent on living forever. This ninth novel continues the story of Ciardis Weathervane from Sworn to Sovereignty.

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Ciardis Weathervane must forge a new path. Through the madness and chaos. With the imperial palace in ruins, and the coalition between the nobles and the rebellion falling apart, there is no more time. Ciardis faces her most challenging assignment yet. Picking up the pieces, mending the coalition and winning the hearts and minds of Sebastian’s people. The people she could now call her own.The heavens have come to earth. It remains to be seen if the earth will fall before its might. This tenth novel continues the story of Ciardis Weathervane from Sworn to War.

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Ciardis has seen the goddess for what she is — a bloodthirsty deity bent on breaking them before eliminating everyone Ciardis knows and loves. A plan in motion that will unleash a wave of magic across the land in quantities not seen since the Initiate Wars. But the battle has begun and she’ll do what she has to protect the people she cares about – her family, her friends, her empire.  In a battle between an immortal and a mortal, the humans are coming to win. This eleventh novel continues the story of Ciardis Weathervane from Sworn to Quell.

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Ciardis Weathervane is finally facing off with the goddess she’s been preparing to face for years. Together she, the daemoni prince, and the new Emperor of Algardis will have to use their alliance to save all those they care for…while hoping the enemies they’ve left behind don’t stab them in the back in the process.

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