Brand new cover!
Thank you to Southern Stiles Design!
The Sleeper is Awake
Two thousand years have passed since the epic explosion of the Valleur Throne. After employing the golden seat as a weapon, Torrullin enters the invisible realms and drags the Darak Or with him, thereby gifting the universe a time of unprecedented peace.
Now there are multiple signs of approaching doom. A new threat rises on the cursed horizon. It is time for the Sleeper Sword to awaken.
Torrullin is ready to return to Valaris, but cannot exit the invisible realm without aid. Samuel is Torrullin’s kinsman, and his fate is forged to the greatest sorcerer the cosmos has ever known. He swears to hold his hand out to Torrullin, to feel the blood of kin.
The old players gather for a renewal of the fateful games. This time, however, the duel between a father and son will wound many, including Valla kin. Torrullin needs to build a relationship with his grandson Tannil, the new Vallorin, save Fay from hell, rescue Saska from captivity, and find the means to end Tymall. Their duel will reverberate throughout the universe.
In an endless adventure of urgency and drama, the on-going saga of Torrullin’s role as saviour is as a sharp as the sword he wields and as blunt as his acerbic tongue. Wherever he goes someone will be hurt. To love him is to be ruined, to hate him is to be ruined.
Dreams of sacrifice haunt him. Perhaps true catharsis lies in the realm of dreams.
This is a powerful prologue and revealing all of it here gives too much away, but know this event in the long grass is the beginning of horror for the world Valaris.
There is more to this Prologue, but it is a lengthier than normal one 🙂
Yes, the team returns to Valaris … to fight a war already fought …
A PERFECT review for The Kinfire Tree!
Thank you, Jeff Blackmer!
The Dragon Circle is the fourth book in Lore of Arcana, and this is a game-changer. So much alters, so many promises are kept, so many frayed ends are snipped away … and so much is unsaid and lays the groundwork for the first book in Lore of Reaume.
This is also the endgme for Torrullin and Margus, but it will be hard fought.
… yes, hard fought, indeed.
The bigger something is, the more unwieldy. Careful planning is able to circumvent.
General Hamon, on campaign
The pilings are undermined. Whoever built this structure intended failure.
Be prepared, generals of every persuasion, to include neutral territory in the field of confrontation. For negotiation without fear, for gatherings under a white flag, to bring the dead and wounded, and to breathe in. Ensure all parties agree and respect it.
Ancient Drinic War Manual
Put on your armour, soldier!
Final edit done, cover ready – EURUE will be available soon!
Meanwhile, here’s a peek at the title (Font and effect that I love!) and the blurb …
The universe is populated and many worlds are far-flung, forgotten. Until the day Gabryl, a man both alive and dead, his body reposing in a sarcophagus, his spirit roaming as a shifting being, bellows a call to arms. Eurue, as world and civilisation, after ages of isolation, will now step into the ultimate arena.
Tristan and Alusin of the Kaval hasten to answer the summons to where tentacled miasmas are consuming people body and soul. Savier, as Keeper of the sarcophagus, sheds light on an ancient legend. Tianoman, Vallorin of the Valleur, brings the Valleur host to Eurue, and Emperor Teighlar of Grinwallin pledges his army.
But how does one fight miasma?
Who is the true enemy?
Meanwhile, as the spaces become frantic, a woman in a turret somewhere, elsewhere, plans her revenge. The schism between what went before and the reality of the present presents to her the power to control the fate of all.
Who will stop her?
My name is Blue River Frond and I am from Charikian. We are people watchers and we are scribes. Every being in all time and space has a place and a purpose and to that end we record the words they speak, for posterity … and for insight into the past. Please call me Blue and read my dialogues:
(I met with Cat in the bar at the Launchpad of Xen III’s largest spaceport)
Blue: Hello, Cat, please to meet you. Why do people call you ‘Cat’?
Cat: It’s short for Catalina. I like it better anyway.
Blue: I believe you are of the Dalrish family.
Cat: I am, but I prefer not to talk about my family. Nothing good comes of discussing the Dalrish.
Blue: Even your brother Matt?
Cat: Matt is the only good thing in this family.
Blue: I sense your reluctance. Shall we then talk about your talents as a navigator?
Blue: I hear you studied at Xen’s Navigational School.
Cat: One thing you must say about Xen – it has the ability to instil knowledge and the Navigational School is considered one of the best in the universe.
Blue: Would you say your charts are up to date?
Cat: Absolutely. In fact we discovered some old charts from pre-dome days that have helped our understanding tremendously … but I’m not really allowed to talk about it. We also have the latest duplicates from Beacon’s exploration ships.
Blue: Exploration ships is a bit of a misnomer, wouldn’t you say?
Cat: Yeah. Beacon isn’t known for its benevolence, more exploitation than exploration, in my opinion. Maybe you shouldn’t print that.
Blue: Your brother is a pilot, not so?
Cat: The best. Can fly anything.
Blue: Is it chance that both of you chose careers that take you away from Xen?
Cat: Did we decide together to study in a field that enables it? No. But it isn’t chance either. I think both of us simply understood that was the only way to experience freedom.
Blue: Freedom from what?
Cat: Family, of course, but mostly the domes on this diseased world. If you want to know what real sunlight feels like, you have to leave. Or to feel rain, breathe fresh air. None of that here.
Blue: And yet you return after every journey. Why not simply slip away?
Cat: It comes down to family.
Blue: What do you mean?
Cat: Families always place a sense of duty on your outlook. Sorry, that’s as much as I’m going to say.
Blue: Your next trip is to Valaris, I hear? You and Matt are flying together this time.
Cat: We often fly together, but, yes, we’re on our way to Valaris in two days.
Blue: Have you been there before?
Cat: A few times now, a beautiful world, loads of fresh air and sunshine.
Blue: Easy to slip away there.
Cat: Maybe, but I wouldn’t do it without Matt.
Blue: He wouldn’t want to stay?
Cat: He’d stay in a heartbeat, but has too great a sense of duty to family to simply leave.
Blue: What’s on Valaris that takes the Blue Domian Nine there so often? Nice name, by the way.
Cat: We call our ship the Blue Dom, and it’s produce mostly. We swap solar gear for fresh food … and there’s the tourist aspect, of course. Many pay huge amounts for a few days in clean air.
Blue: Ah, yes. Matt’s actual name is Le Matt, isn’t it? Most Dalrish have a ‘Le’ something – do you?
Cat: The Dalrish women don’t get it.
Blue: Your uncle …
Cat: I’m not discussing my uncle.
Blue: Fine. After Valaris, what’s next for Cat Dalrish?
Cat: Another journey, another chart, who knows?
Blue: If someone were to offer you change, would you take it?
Cat: What kind of change?
Blue: Employment on Beacon, for instance?
Cat: Ah, I don’t rightly like Beaconites, but yes, I’d take it for the cleaner way of life, if Matt did so also.
Blue: Would you do it for Valaris?
Cat: Without thinking twice.
Blue: Have you met any Valleur on Valaris?
Cat: One. His name’s Krikian. He teaches me magic and I teach him science. A great guy!
Cat: Oh, nothing like the big stuff the Valleur can do, just tricks really to entertain the crew on long journeys. Blue, I must go …
An alarm sounds and Cat is on her feet and running.
(Next I hear of Cat, she and Matt are both employed by the Valleur on Valaris. One wonders what a techno-poor world wants with a navigator and a pilot able to fly anything, doesn’t one?)
A wonderful review for The Kinfire Tree!
Thank you, Carol!