Friday, June 30, 2023


The Demon’s Fire
Blood Coven Series
Book 2 
T. M. Smith

Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Date of Publication: May 26, 2023
ISBN: 978-0-3695-0823-2
Number of pages: 437
Word Count: 117,584
Cover Artist: Jay Aheer

Tagline: When fire meets ice, romance sizzles.

Book Description: 

He’s not her type at all…

The commander is a barbarian. Despite a sexy smile and hot body, nothing can smooth the brute’s ragged edges. Besides, demons need a daily dose of sex. Skyler Maxwell has no intention of becoming a food source.

She’s not his type at all…

The chief legal officer of the Alliance is a buttoned-up, prissy human with frost in her veins. But Kole is stuck playing tour guide for her while she’s on his realm. He was ordered to “play nice.”

Together, Skyler and Kole are fire and ice…

She has a bullseye on her back, and the animus demon is her best chance to stay out of the line of fire. Trapped in a hostile environment, they survive mystical monsters and treacherous attacks. Despite the perils and their differences, their romance ignites, proving fire and ice sizzle. 

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Kole sheathed his blade, turned, and offered Skyler his hand. When she placed her pale, trembling fingers in his palm, he drew her close to his body. She raised her chin to stare into his fire-gold eyes.

Kole bent toward her, his lips drawing nearer. When his mouth brushed hers, rather than push him away, she opened to him. Kole’s lips pressed hard against hers, his tongue thrusting inside, his exploration wild, hungry.

Skyler gasped, shocked by either the kiss or her response. Her knees weakened, her hands resting on Kole’s warm chest for support. Short bursts of electricity flowed into her, eliciting soft moans as he pulled her tighter against him, his arousal a hard prod at her belly.

When he withdrew, he met her gaze with confusion. He cleared his throat.

“Choose, Chief Maxwell. Dermott or me?”

About the Author:

After retiring from my career as a teacher and principal, I settled in to write something more creative than lesson plans on split infinitives and inner-school memos on noise in the hallway. 

Vampires, demons, elves, mages, and other magical beings keep me awake at night with their tales of love and adventure. Taking great interest in their lives, I began a paranormal romance series with alpha males who aren't always nice and females who have no problem keeping them in line. The Firebrand is the first book in the Blood Coven Series.

Here are more orts, scraps, and fragments from my life. (Thank you, Virginia Wolf and Shakespeare.) I moved from sunny Las Vegas to the less-than-sunny Pacific Northwest. Here I have adventures with my daughter, son-in-law, and two granddaughters who also moved to the area. I also enjoy my membership at Bainbridge Artisan Resource Network (BARN), a local organization that supports the arts and offers classes and events in eleven different studios. It was at BARN where my critique group began. With equal time given to in-depth comments on each other's works, snarky remarks, and laughter, we have now been together over five years.


Thursday, June 29, 2023



Spectral Paranormal Investigations
Ghost Guardians 
Book Two
S. Peters-Davis

Genre: Paranormal Suspense Romance Thriller, Paranormal Romance, New Adult, Suspense-Mystery
Publisher: BWL Publishing, Inc.   
Date of Publication: July 2023
ISBN 9780228626442  
Word Count: 54,000
Cover Artist: Pandora Designs

SPI (Spectral Paranormal Investigations) The team’s mission: Rescue ALL spirits left behind, even the evil ones. Murder, Mystery, and Mayhen…in ghost form

Book Description: 
Bri Lancaster and Kyle Benton (SPI ghost detectives) investigate an 1880s rundown, haunted mansion in the middle of nowhere during one of the harshest winters remembered.

The SPI team uncovers that the evil entity bound to the mansion has trapped innocent spirits into an endless loop of abuse, sorrow, and the ultimate…death. In order to rescue the captives, the team discovers they must first defeat the crazed, abusive ghost.

But what happens when SPI team member, Kyle, goes comatose and the only way to rescue him is to extract the horrifying evil entity from Kyle’s body?

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About the Author: 

S. Peters-Davis writes multi-genre stories but loves penning a good page-turning suspense-thriller, especially when it’s a ghost story and a romance. Paranormal suspense-thriller romances are her favorites. When she’s not writing, editing, or reading, she’s hiking, RV’ing, fishing, playing with grandchildren and her dog, Sparky, or enjoying time with her favorite muse (her husband) in Southwest Michigan.

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Wednesday, June 28, 2023



Kismet On Wings
Cornelia Amiri 

Genre: Egyptian Time Travel Romance
Publisher: Cornelia Amiri
Date of Publication: June 26, 2023
ISBN: 979-8397660624
Number of pages: 278
Word Count: 71,500
Cover Artist: Kyra Starr

Tagline: The magic of ancient Egypt and a time traveler’s pocket watch…spark two adventures of spells, passion, and peril.

Book Description:

From the hot sands of Ancient Egypt, walk along with Seshat, a seductive priestess, and Ricard, a French Restoration/Regency gentleman…she can’t resist…as they discover a love that enflames their souls.

And follow Felicity, the Victorian Lady Egyptologist, and Heru, the Ancient Egyptian epitome of male perfection who makes her breathless… on their steamy, time travel journey.

Will these two couples overcome time itself or will their love be lost to the centuries between them?

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“For a relic dug out of the sand of Egypt, she looks fresh. Other than her severed head, there is not a flaw or mark on her.”

“Oui, the paint is as bright is if she were just made.”

“Jean François, it does not look like paint, but flesh. Her breast can be seen under the garment as if real.” The young man gaped at the beautifully formed plump stone mounds and erect, peach-toned nipples straining against the sculptured linen draped over her voluptuous body.

“Mon dieu, she is stone, Ricard.” Jean François’s admiration locked on her breasts as well. “Yet so beautiful.”

“Let us look at her whole for but a moment.” Ricard took a deep breath, then set the statue’s severed head onto its neck, positioning it until if fit like two pieces of a puzzle.

Ricard stepped back as his gaze devoured the entire woman, though stiff and lifeless. The stone looked like lush, sun-warmed skin. Her oval face was dark and delicate, with full, rosy lips. He admired her long, lithe body, clad in a sheer, white, sleeveless dress, held up only by two delicate linen shoulder straps. He longed to roam his fingers and lips over her high perched breast and the thin waist that flared into curved hips and lithe thighs. Then, down to her pretty legs and her slender feet garbed in white papyrus sandals, of the station she depicted, an Egyptian priestess of the Middle Kingdom. He drank in her beauty, then he noticed the ornament lying in the valley between her breasts, a thick ankh of gold hung from a chain.

His fingers absently tried to grab hold of the necklace, but it was only part of the statue, no matter how real it seemed. “What is this?” He looked at the plaque in the statue’s stone hands, held beneath the ankh. The last hieroglyphic depicted the symbol for life, an ankh, held up to the woman’s nose.

Ricard read it silently, sounding it out, Nce xarp wt pwwne Ab etoot abrem... Toujo Abrem etoot pwwne ab... xarp wt au ai ankh qe, and translated it under his breath. “God Horus, as you turned my flesh to stone...God Horus, save me, make me whole...change my stone to flesh...give me the nose breath of life,

The room vibrated and an unnatural wind swirled within. Ricard’s hair stood on end, but he could not tear his eyes away from the statue. He grabbed the ankh, and this time it gave way, lifting from the statue’s chest. The curiosity that drove him as a scientist, as an Egyptologist, caught hold and as strange as this all seemed, he felt he had come this far, he had to see it through. Laying the ankh against the statue’s small nose, Ricard acted out the last hieroglyphic on the plaque.

He shuddered at the sound of a gush of breath. A flash of light struck inside the room. The shock knocked the breath out of him. The stone statue moved, but she wasn’t stone anymore. Jean François gasped and stepped back. Ricard couldn’t move.

It’s a living, breathing woman.

About the Author:

Cornelia Amiri was introduced through books to the woman who became her favorite historical character, Boudica. The Celtic Warrior Queen made her start writing professionally. Cornelia loves history and in reading a book about the dark ages, she came across the rebel queen, who inspired Cornelia so much, she started jotting down notes, but they were fiction, visions of her involved in the Boudica revolt. Before Cornelia knew it, she’d accidentally written a rough draft for a novel. And she’s been writing books on purpose ever since. Drawing on her love of a happy ending, Cornelia has written over 40 published romance books.

Now, for the more mundane stuff — Cornelia Amiri and her muse, Severus the Cat, live amid the hustle and bustle of sultry Houston, Texas. When not writing, Cornelia loves to read, watch movies, and attend comic cons. She is currently working on a sequel to Rare Finds and a sequel to The Brass Octopus, which she is renaming and republishing as The Librarian and the Rake.

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Tuesday, June 27, 2023

INTERVIEW WITH QUINN THOMAS (Death's Reckoning: Mortal Aspects Book One)

Today we welcome Quinn Thomas to the page to answer favourite questions. Welcome, Quinn!

Supernatural Central Short and Quick Interview

1. Tell me a little bit about your main character of this book.

There are arguably three main characters in Death’s Reckoning, but Tarana is the main mover and shaker in this entry in the series, so I’ll focus on her. At the age of ten she was selected by her family to replace the aspect of Calamity in a ceremony that involved killing the previous aspect with a magical dagger. Things didn’t exactly look up from there, since she was immediately drafted into a war with the Ma’isans (who neighbor her family’s lands to the east) that has continued for nearly seven years.

Oh, and to make matters worse, the previous aspect – Tarana’s aunt – killed her mother. To resolve conflicting feelings about his sister, Tarana’s father has taken to blaming the powers of Calamity and their corrupting influence. As a result, relationships between him and Tarana have been… let’s say strained.

What I find interesting about Tarana is that she was effectively raised by military men, and has picked up a few things from them about waging war, but unfortunately her social skills are somewhat lacking. So she’s more likely to solve her problems by fighting than by talking, even when she would be better off if she paused to consider and talk through the problems in front of her. She’s a woman of action, and I think there’s something admirable (or at least interesting) in that.

By the way, I’m happy to discuss the other characters at length, so please feel free to drop a comment or reach out to me if you’re curious!

2. Do you believe in the paranormal and if so, do you have an experience you can share?

Unfortunately, I’m not a big believer in the paranormal. I haven’t had any experiences that would serve as evidence one way or the other.

3. What titles are you working on now that you can tell us about?

My main project is the sequel to Death’s Reckoning. The first draft is about half-way done, and I’m targeting a release by the end of 2023.

I also have a story in my backlog about a city where the rules for magic derive from the layout of the city streets (think of Elantris), but it’s very much in the workshopping phase. I think it would be cool to imagine the face of a city changing along with the magic system, and there’s also a class-war element that I want to weave into it. Because I love to write about class warfare.

Death’s Reckoning
Mortal Aspects 
Book One
Quinn Thomas

Genre: Epic Fantasy
Publisher: Ebbing Neptune Publishing 
Date of Publication: July 18, 2023
ISBN: 979-8390605110
Number of pages: 419
Word Count: ~125k

Tagline: The power of the dead gods is held by mere mortals. When the Aspect of Death, thought to be the last neutral force in the world, joins the struggle, he promises to bring an end to their wars by any means necessary.

Book Description: 

The battle for power is fierce in a world where mortals wield the strength of dead gods in this first book of a high-stakes epic fantasy series from Quinn Thomas.

A thousand years ago, the immortals were slain, their power passed down to a chosen few known as aspects. The competition between noble families for control of these aspects has plunged the land into a never-ending cycle of war and bloodshed.

The Tevulun family has been driven to the brink of extinction by the most recent war. When Tarana Tevulun, who possesses the abilities of Calamity, learns of her family's intention to murder her, she flees with the assistance of a band of mercenaries. The Tevulun’s enemy, the Ma’isans, take advantage of her absence to advance and besiege the capital city of Vicrum. Tarana returns to fight for the city, but faces a difficult challenge due to the involvement of the mortal aspect of Death – thought to be the sole remaining neutral aspect.

Meanwhile, a young soldier named Micol deserts the army after his first taste of battle. When he ends up in the besieged city of Vicrum, he finds himself embroiled with a group of outlaws. Thrust into a world of thieves and rebels, he must confront his deepest fears and make a decision that will change his life forever.

Death's Reckoning is a page-turning epic fantasy for fans of ensemble casts and character-driven plot twists, with echoes of Steven Erikson's Malazan series. Join these mortals as they wield god-like power in a world where even the noblest intentions can lead to destruction.

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Micol’s blood ran cold. He closed his eyes, concentrating on taking deep breaths. Please don’t let them see us, he prayed to Loss. Please, let them pass by. It’s not supposed to end like this. Please.

Another man stepped into view. Then a third. Their conversation continued, but Micol couldn’t focus on the words. He was too busy listening to the growing sounds of movement around them. The pounding boots and squelching mud hinted at a larger force than the three men who had already passed, although he could only guess at how much larger.

At least a half dozen more came into view, most of them near Asoka’s hiding place. The three who’d led the way were nearly out of sight; Micol could barely see their torches through the thick trees. To his left, a glint of light caught his eyes. When he followed it to its source, he nearly collapsed.

Silvery-blue armor covered the woman from head to toe, flowing around her like water. Every inch of skin was covered, leaving only a pair of thin slits for her eyes. She was close enough to Micol to touch. His entire body began to shake, demanding action.

He couldn’t be still anymore. His every fiber screamed one word: escape. He had to get out, but there was nowhere to go. The beating of his heart raged thunderous in his ears until it felt like the sound alone would betray him. Cold sweat beaded on his fevered skin. The aspect’s head swung in his direction.

Micol tried to bolt from the tree – away from the aspect – but she reacted faster than he would have thought possible. Her hand snapped out, stopping his momentum and taking the pair of them to the ground. He managed to twist in time to see her liberating a rusted dagger from its sheath.

From out of sight, he heard the groan of a bowstring. The aspect’s dagger plunged toward his chest, but before it could strike the tip of an arrow spiked through one of the slits in her helm. Its force pushed her off him, and Micol took his chance. He was on his feet in an instant, running away from the group of soldiers.

He met Asoka’s wide-eyed stare; the other boy still held his bow in a ready position. Time stood still for a solitary moment before Micol broke the contact.

Bodies thudded; wood cracked from out of Micol’s view. “Got him!” he heard someone say. “He doesn’t look like an assassin to me.”

Micol kept running. He heard the footsteps of several men behind him, but he didn’t dare stop to check their progress.

“Get the other one!” someone else shouted.

“Over there! He’s headed toward the undergrowth!”

Micol fell into a row of dense bushes, forcing himself through. Branches and thorns tore at his skin and clothes, but he paid them little mind. The men chasing him reached the bushes a moment after he broke through the other side.

His days on the streets of Vicrum came back to him, lessons born from a thousand beatings doled out by those older and larger.There was always someone faster, someone stronger. But Micol had had one advantage: he was willing to go further. A path ahead promised easy escape, but instead of heading for it he plunged deeper into the undergrowth.

A thick root tripped Micol, sending him toppling head-over-heels down a stream bed. He hissed as a flare of pain shot up from his ankle; he inched toward the running water, but a sound came a moment later that stopped him cold.

“Micol!” a distant voice cried. Asoka’s voice. “Help! Please help me!” The pitiful cry was like an icy knife plunged into his lungs.

He didn’t make it out, Micol thought. I didn’t even stop to think about helping him escape. He rose to his knees, taking stock of the situation. He’d lost his bow when the aspect had taken him, which left the small hunting knife on his belt as his only weapon.

“Help! Oh, aspects, please!”

Micol knew what he was supposed to do. The stories soldiers shared were full of such scenarios; if he had been the hero in one of those stories, he would have drawn his knife and carved a path of blood back to his friend to save him. The men searching for him were getting close, and he knew he had to make his decision soon.

A sound like an axe hitting a tree echoed through the forest, sending a morbid shiver down Micol’s spine. He summoned all of his courage, but it wasn’t enough. He turned back to the stream and jumped in, letting the water carry him away.


About the Author:

Quinn Thomas is an Epic Fantasy author and occasional pool shark from Denver, Colorado. When she’s not writing stories about people thrust into situations that turn them into heroes (or more frequently, villains), she’s wrestling her 100-lb labrador retriever. Her favorite fantasy series is Mistborn by Brandon Sanderson.

Things Quinn has tried exactly once and wants to mention because she thinks they make her seem cool: skydiving, surfing, paddle-boarding, yoga.

Things Quinn has tried several times and wants to mention because they make her seem less cool: eating Cheetos on the couch while wearing yoga pants, tripping on her own feet, singing karaoke songs completely sober.

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Friday, June 23, 2023


Supernatural Central Short and Quick Interview

  1. Tell me a little bit about your main character of this book.

Cassiopeia (AKA Cassie) is one of my favorite characters. She’s spent her entire life thinking that she’s human only to find out that she’s not. She is an only child and doesn’t fully understand Fae life or their politics. She stands firm when Elven society tries to force her into a situation she doesn’t want to be in and when all hope seems lost she perseveres anyway. She’s strong and independent and is just trying to find her happiness. 

  1. Do you believe in the paranormal and if so, do you have an experience you can share?

I absolutely do. I’ve spent too much time in haunted locations to say otherwise. I was working as a receptionist in a cemetery… yep… Cemetery. And being the only one in the office, you notice everything. First, I started hearing footsteps in the attic. When I called the owner’s wife to ask her if there was attic space, she laughed and asked, “Are you hearing footsteps?” From there things started to progress. The toilets would start to flush on their own, the blinds in the file room would flap continuously and lastly, I watched as my pencil rolled across the desk and then back to its original starting point. This also happens to be where I wrote my first book, ‘The House’. I was inspired by actual events.

  1. What titles are you working on now that you can tell us about?

I have a few things I’m working on at the moment. The Hunter’s Warrior – which is the final book in my Hunter’s series, Claimed, which is the final book in my Sidney Rinn Series, Pursuing Avalon, which is a dark fantasy/ paranormal romance book and 2 additional books in my Children of Kria series. I think I need to clone myself to get these all done!!

Healing Cassiopeia 
Charlie Daye 

Genre: Fantasy Romance 
Date of Publication: 6/20/2023
Number of pages: 539
Word Count: 96,522
Cover Artist: Charlie Daye 

Book Description: 

What if you lost everything you ever loved? 

Cassie lost everything in a single night… Her husband, her unborn child and any hope for a happy future.

Welcome to Elvy – Land of the Fae and endless magic.

In an attempt to pull Cassie from her downward spiral, her parents take her home, to Elvy… A world of unparalleled beauty, magic and endless possibilities. But Elvy is not all it appears to be… there is trickery, deceit, a social hierarchy Cassie doesn’t understand and rules she refuses to play by.

To Love again…

When love comes calling, will Cassie fall to the pressure of Elven society or follow her heart to the happiness she thought she lost forever?


Cassie sat in her room staring out the window. It had been three months since her husband died and yet the melancholy that enveloped her would not let go. But it wasn’t just her husband’s death that haunted her. She was, unfortunately, hit with a double whammy that night.

She was three months into her pregnancy and she and her husband, Greg, had decided to go out and celebrate. It was the first successful pregnancy she’d had since they started trying to conceive. It had taken them nearly three years and after two miscarriages and more hormone injections than Cassie would ever want to think about, the pregnancy finally took.

“If it’s a boy, we’ll have to name him Greg Jr.,” Greg said, taking her hand.

“Oh, you think so, do you? And what if I want to name him something else?” she teased.

Bringing her hand to his lips, he kissed it, “I may be willing to negotiate… for the right price.” He winked at her.

She laughed, “Only you would use sex as a bargaining chip.”

“Hey! I never even mentioned the word sex, but if it’s on the table…” he shrugged, then grinned.

About the Author: 

Charlie Daye began writing at the tender age of thirteen. With an obsession for romance, happy endings and the supernatural she delves into your greatest fantasies and worst nightmares. She will have you laughing, crying, falling in love and getting angry. She will always give you a HEA but getting there is the journey worth taking.

Charlie Daye was born in Lynwood, California. Her greatest passions are music and writing. Her first short story was written at the age of thirteen. At the time her entire class was asked to write a short story for Halloween as part of a homework assignment. Most of the kids in the class wrote one to two page stories... Charlie wrote eight. The short story titled The Haunted House went on to win her district wide awards and was published locally. From their she began writing poetry as means of expression.

Since her writing career began she's has published several titles... The House, The Colonial, The Reservation, The Portrait, The Gypsy's Dance, Mistaken for a Call Girl, Her Last Request and Breeders. Four of which have been nominated for the 2012 RONE Award.

For updates on her books or just to spend some time in her fun and crazy world check out her webpage at or find her on Facebook!

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Tuesday, June 20, 2023



Supernatural Central

  1. Our novel features an ensemble cast of point of view characters as our protagonists. There is King Henry of Astymere, a noble, wise king and a warrior of legendary renown trying to keep all he has built from falling apart; Prince Mayson, Henry’s son and only heir who finds himself struggling with his sense of duty when he falls in love with a commoner; Lily, a young girl who discovers that the nightmares that plague her every night, and her unusual eye color indicate a strange power of foresight that could spell doom for the whole world; Queen Beatrice, King Henry’s wife and staunch ally, a fierce fighter dedicated to her family and secretly reviled by Henry’s people for being a foreigner; and Prince Ronin, a young warrior who leads his small band of loyal comrades across miles of treacherous terrain in an attempt to avenge his fallen brothers and bring a band of murderers to justice. All of their stories intertwine, and they are all being guided by the same unseen hand. 

  2. We aren’t firm believers in the paranormal, but we also aren’t firm deniers. When writing a story such as ours, you definitely need the capability of opening your mind to outlandish and peculiar concepts. We wouldn’t be surprised if the paranormal was proved one way or the other. As far as we can recall, neither one of us has experienced anything that could be branded as “supernatural”. If we had, perhaps we would believe more strongly. However, Jon was once told a story by a college classmate that her boyfriend had had a horrific paranormal experience once. He and a group of friends were going to explore an abandoned slaughterhouse that was supposedly haunted. On their way, they bumped into another group of teens who also happened to be heading to the slaughterhouse. When they all got there, the second group chickened out and disappeared back the way they came, not to be seen again. When the boyfriend and his friends reviewed the camera footage they had taken that night, they got to the point where they met the other kids, and found that they had been talking to no one. The other kids had never been there, and supposedly the boyfriend did not sleep for days after this discovery. It’s stories like this that make us wonder and question, rather than saying a hard yes or no. 

  3. We are currently hard at work on a sequel to The Blood of a King, titled, The Dark Crown. Jon currently has a small list of first drafts that he has been working on, including a monster hunter story inspired by a trip he took to Ireland, a sci fi horror that is sort of a Predator meets The Village kind of story, while plotting out a classical ‘slay the dragon’ sort of fairytale, and a planned trilogy about a once-great wizard battling to escape the dark pits of alcoholism in order to save the world once more. Dennis is working on an original fantasy that involves secondary worlds crossing over with our own, and a historical fiction drama focusing on a survivor of 9/11. 

The Blood of a King 
The Rahmirion Chronicles
Book One
Wells and Bruzzi 

Genre: Epic Fantasy
Publisher: New Upper Books
Date of Publication: 4/25/2023
ISBN: Hardcover- 9798986771212 
ISBN: Paperback- 9798986771205   
Number of pages: 474
Word Count: 179,000
Cover Artist: Mert Genccinar

Book Description:

Victory was only the beginning.

Prince Mayson Karrok of Astymere grew up hearing countless stories from the night of his birth. Whispers of murder and betrayal; of war and destruction, all at the hands of an emperor who wanted him dead before he could take his first breath. A night meant to being a peaceful conclusion to the Endless War would become known across the world as the Night of Knives. The scar he bears on his chest is a reminder of just how lucky he is to be alive. 

But over a decade after his father, King Henry, killed that emperor and destroyed his empire, Mayson finds himself fighting to find his own way, fueled by the desire to both follow in his father’s footsteps, and to break free from his shadow to forge his own path. 

Unbeknownst to Mayson, his father set in motion a chain of events that would come to rule his destiny. When he is forced to choose between love and duty, will Mayson have the will to do what is right? For he’ll need all the strength and support he can muster as enemies begin to surround him, both from outside Astymere, and from within.  


Henry reached out to touch the doors, and the more he fought it, the more the voice of the Raelian emperor mocked him. Tell me, Henry. Does the boy look like you? Does the proud blood of the Avaari flow within him, or has your whore given him too much of her mark?

“Silence,” Henry said, turning from the doors to break the illusion. He nearly stumbled upon a line of burnt skeletons strewn across the floor. “One more word and your death will be slow, I swear it. You will curse the day you first drew breath.”

The illusion had been broken, but the voice remained. I wish to know the face of my enemy, Karrok. When we come together at last, I wish to know it well.

“You will never touch him! Do you hear? You will never lay your hands on him!” Henry swung about, striking at the source of the voice, but it came from within, as slippery and foul as pond scum. The Beast will have his day, Karrok. You know it. One by one, those you hold dear will fall under his might. Your wife, your mongrel—even your precious Rahm shall be consumed by the Second Flame. But first, they shall all weep for you. You shall mark the beginning of the end.

The voice dragged Henry back into his false vision, forcing him to once again see the devastation he could not prevent. The windows blew apart around him as fire rained from the sky, drenching the White City in blazing destruction that consumed flesh, stone, and steel. It seemed like minutes before Henry finally took control of himself and stood before the emperor on his balcony, overlooking the growing inferno, listening to the sounds of screams. Tiberian’s hands were outstretched, his arms spread wide. His smile was filled with what Henry could only describe as pure, unhinged madness as he gazed upon the burning city and laughed. Even after Rahmirion took Tiberian’s head from his shoulders, that smile remained—and the emperor’s laugh could not be silenced.

“Nooooo!” Henry bellowed into the empty corridor. The vision was gone, and so was the voice. Those words stayed with him for nearly twenty years, but he had never heard them so clearly. He had tried to forget the look of glee on Tiberian’s face as fire bled from an otherwise clear sky.

About the Authors:

JONATHAN WELLS, lifelong fantasy and sci-fi lover, has been making up stories for as long as he can remember. Some have been scribbled on scraps of printer paper, others were left to just rattle around in his head. And that is exactly how this novel came to be.

The seeds for this epic fantasy were first planted in his 12-year-old brain, a day-dream world where he could wander off when school became too boring. After ten years, the daydream had taken on such a clear shape, with a linear plot and fully fleshed out characters, that he decided it was time to give it a proper “birth.” 

After showing rough sketch of one of his characters to college roommate, DENNIS BRUZZI, his friend “wanted in,” and the rest is history. Dennis, a proven storyteller through his work in journalism and video production, is taking pen to paper for the first time in the fantasy realm. An avid reader and a fantasy enthusiast, he is ecstatic to have worked with his longtime friend to bring this unique and expansive story to life.

“And The Blood of a King is only the tip of the iceberg,” promise Jonathan and Dennis. There are eight more books planned in this epic fantasy series.