Storm Breakers Release!
Storm Breakers, Storms of Magic Book 3
By P.T. Hylton and Michael Anderle
How do you defeat a magician who can shape mountains?
Abbey and her friends travel across the sea in search of Syd’s brother, a sailor captured by a warlord years ago. To find him, they’ll need the help of their greatest enemy, the Storm Caller Dahlia.
When they arrive, they discover a land ruled by a new form of magic: the Way of Stone.
The Stone Shapers agree to help Abbey and her friends track down the missing man, but only if Abbey helps them defeat a band of rebels first.
What Abbey doesn’t know is that the leader of the rebels is the very man they came to rescue.
Storm Breakers is a fun, swashbuckling romp filled with twists, adventure, and plenty of banter.
Set on the foundation laid by the Kurtherian Gambit Series, Storm Raiders tells an entirely new story in the Age of Magic–and of the heroes and villains who battle for control of its destiny.
Shades of Glory – Snippet 2

Shades of Glory, The Hidden Magic Chronicles Book 3
By Justin Sloan and Michael Anderle
Snippet 2
Unedited
An early morning breeze tickled Kia’s nose, but when she woke she realized that hadn’t been what got her attention. In spite of the calming effect of the otherwise cool morning air and the way the sunlight was scattered across the forest floor with trickles of orange and red seeping in from the sunrise, her heart was pounding and her palms were clammy.
She heard a noise, a clang of metal on metal, then a distant, gravel-crunching voice.
She sat up and saw that the others in camp were still sleeping. Laird Summers and his men had set up a perimeter with guards keeping watch, though she noticed one who was close to nodding off.
It was easy to sneak past him. She scampered up into one of the trees and used it to move through the sky like a squirrel until she dropped down out of sight of the guards and made a run for it.
This might not be worth waking the others for. It might have just been her imagination, or some local boys out for an early morning training session, though as far as she knew, there weren’t any villages in this area.
Again with the gravelly voice.
Trees blocked much of her view ahead, along with gullies and fissures where old riverbeds had dried out here or earthquakes had torn apart the ground there.
She rounded a group of blackberry bushes that grew over some rocks, pausing to grab a couple of the blackberries for an early breakfast, and immediately threw herself backward into a prone position.
Not quite sure she had seen what she thought she had, she inched forward on her elbows and peeked around the rock again.
Sure enough, in the center of the valley was a group of remnant. Their clothes hung in rags from their scarred and beaten bodies. Their eyes glowed red in a way that was especially creepy in the early morning light.
One of them stood over the dead body of another as the others took sides. At first she couldn’t see why, but then she caught sight of a clansman tied up, beaten and bloody, on the ground nearby. He looked to be unconscious, and from the snippets of conversation she could overhear, they were fighting over him.
For a long moment she laid there wondering how she could save the man without being caught. It was humorous, she thought, how saving him wasn’t even a doubt in her mind. There was no way she’d let him be their prisoner or dinner or whatever they had in mind.
One of the remnant grunted and turned, and it seemed like they had reached a truce.
Not if she could help it.
An idea hit her and she wanted to laugh, but decided to first see if it would work. Focusing her energy, she moved her left hand in a way that helped her concentrate on the one who had his back turned, and then made a slight spark hit the sensitive part of his neck just under the left ear.
He spun on the other remnant, furious, and knocked him to the ground with a punch.
“Couldn’t be done with it?” the first remnant shouted as he kicked the other.
The second growled in pain at the kick, then rose and pushed him back. “Wasn’t me, you piece of rat shite. Wasn’t me!”
“Now you’s saying I lie?”
“Ah, slag off,” the second remnant said, turning back to the clansman. “Agreement sticks.”
Now Kia wasn’t going to play around. She aimed again, then sent a quick scorcher to ignite the second remnant’s crotch. Nothing big, just enough to flare up and cause pain before dying off.
He roared and spun, then drew his hatchet and ran for the first.
Now I can laugh, Kia thought, as more of the remnant moved in to join the fight.
But she couldn’t linger. The man had started to move, noticing what was happening, and she needed to get him out of there before he was trampled or they turned their blood lust on him.
In a mad dash she ran down the side of the valley, trying to stay low in case wandering eyes spotted her. She slid the last bit, darted over to the man, and helped him to stand.
A loud roar came from behind her and she saw that one of the remnant had spotted her.
“Can you run?” she asked the clansman as she sent a small flame to the ropes between his legs—just enough to burn through them. A sensation like being kicked in the head hit her, but she knew it was just from using her magic in such a focused way.
“Go!” she shouted, pointing back the way she had come. He frowned and took off to the northeast instead.
She cursed, sent a fireball at the remnant charging her, and then ran after the man.
“I have a whole camp up the hill!” she told him, able to catch up in spite of the exhaustion of magic use, likely because his state from having been tied up.
“And there’re more of us this way,” he replied, pointing to a group of trees along the valley. “Just past there it opens up into a plain, and that was where we were to regroup.”
Kia cursed. The other remnant had noticed the fireball and were now recovered from their infighting and starting to give chase instead. They blocked the way she had come, so her choices were to turn back and face them all or keep running.
Dammit.
“How’d you get yourself caught, anyway?” she demanded, running alongside him.
“What’re you doing charging into a group of remnant to save someone you don’t know?”
“I know you,” she said, realizing it from way he frowned. “I mean, not exactly, but we were at this village with water mages, a lady named—”
“Leila,” he finished, glancing over and recognition showed on his face. “You’re Donnon’s girl?”
She nodded.
“That explains a lot.” He glanced back and cursed. “We need to get close to water so I can get them off our trail.”
“You don’t need it,” she replied.
“Casting a spell on them would damn well help right now.”
She gave him a raised eyebrow, turned and cut the air with her hand—the effect was a wall of flames that rose up and hit the closest remnant full-on.
“I-I’d heard rumors,” he managed, nearly stopping as he stared at her in amazement.
“Keep moving!” she replied, pulling him along. “I thought we’d done a good job of keeping it secret, but I think we’re beyond caring about that shite.”
They reached the trees, dodged through them, and soon came out the other side. They emerged to find the level ground covered in short brown grass.
“You can do it too, you know,” she said, glancing back to see forms of the remnant moving through the trees. “Cast magic without the source. Without the element nearby, I mean.”
“The wind mages I travel with, sure. The wind is everywhere.” He glanced at her skeptically. “But me, a water mage? No, I can’t.”
“Not with an attitude like that,” she replied, and then debated her next move. “Listen, I’m not about to run into a camp of strange men and leave my people to wonder what happened to me.”
“I can’t let a girl run off on her own, not out here.”
She scoffed. “Don’t forget I’m the one who saved you. You want to stop me? Give it a try.”
His eyes took on a doubtful look, and she nodded. “I thought so. Listen, we have a large group up there, I’ll rouse them and bring them this way. You do what you can to hold the remnant off.”
A man had spotted already them from the far side of the plain and was shouting as he ran over. More men appeared behind him.
“Thank you,” the man said, and started toward them.
“What’s your name?” she asked. “I’m Kia.”
“I know. The name’s Farrel, when you find us, you’ll want to speak with Laird Lokane.”
Kia knew that name well enough, and it almost made her halt in her steps. She quickly recovered and was practically flying up the hill, then realized one of the men below had cast a wind spell that was giving her the needed boost. Farrel was at his side saying something and pointing her way.
Another had reached those two, and was now sending debris with the other mage’s gusts of wind at the pursuing remnant.
When Kia reached the top of the hill she waved her thanks and saw them take off for their encampment, wherever that was. The remnant started to emerge from the tree line.
Another blast of magic wouldn’t kill her, she figured, and slowing down the remnant could help her new friend.
Ducking down to be out of sight, she threw a spark into the brown grass, which a moment later had ignited into a blaze, catching dead trees and scattered twigs alight. It wouldn’t be enough to stop them, as they could quickly stomp it out, but it would be enough of a delay that it could mean the difference between Lokane’s fighters being caught unawares or not.
With that she darted back to her encampment, ready to sound the alarm.
CLOAKED – The Ascension Myth book 7 – 1 of XXX
UNEDITED
Aboard the ArchAngel, Commons Lounge
Giles ambled up to the young man sitting in a booth with his back to the bar. The lounge was mostly quiet and empty on account of the early morning hour.
“Uncle Lance?” Giles approached him, looking a little the worse for wear.
Lance looked up from his coffee as if awakening from a daydream. “Giles. Morning. Er, do sit down,” he said, gesturing to the seat across from him.
Giles slid in and nodded to the server at the bar who was offering him coffee. He turned his attention immediately back to Lance. “You ok?” he asked, noticing the chewed cigar abandoned on the table.
“I’m fine,” Lance answered. “I just got up early.”
Giles paused, waiting for more information.
Lance pushed his coffee mug forward a little and wiped his hand over his face. “It’s the Federation stuff. It’s all getting a little…silly, if you ask me.”
Giles tilted his head questioningly. The server came over with a fresh cup and the coffee. He poured one for Giles and topped up the general’s before quietly disappearing out of earshot.
Giles grabbed some whitener at the end of the table and started stirring it into the tar-black nectar. “What’s going on?” he asked, concerned.
Lance shrugged. “Oh, the usual. The Leath, for one. Pressure for us to disarm generally. Meanwhile, others are building their forces month by month, like they think we don’t know what they’re doing.”
He shook his head in disbelief. “Anyway,” Lance continued, “nothing for you to worry about. I just wanted to speak with you before you disappeared on one of your wild goose chases.”
Giles’ eyes brightened in interest. He took a slurp of his coffee and set the mug down. “Oh?”
Lance had a little twinkle in his eye. “Yes. And don’t pretend. I know you’re heading off to Orn with or without my blessing.”
Giles started to protest, but Lance held his hand up. “Ah, now, now. Come on. I’ve know you since you were in diapers. I’ve witnessed or had reports on every stunt you’ve ever pulled, remember?”
Giles stifled his indignation and resigned himself to hearing the general out.
Lance smiled gently. “I was going to give you my blessing for Orn. But,” he continued quickly before Giles could get too excited, “I need weekly reports from you on this.”
The general paused, and Giles took the opportunity to clarify. “Meaning it’s an official trip?”
Lance nodded. “It is. And if you’re right about this talisman stuff, it affects the Federation directly. But it’s a complex situation. The Zhyn are friends now, but they still haven’t joined the Federation proper. Bottom line, you need to tread very carefully out there—which means no inciting hostility.”
Giles nodded obediently.
“Plus,” Lance continued, “after what you put us all through with getting yourself taken hostage, I’d be more comfortable being kept up to date on your whereabouts. Remember, the whole Federation may report to me, but when you’re on one of these hare-brained missions, I end up reporting to your mother.”
Giles sniggered, carefully placing his coffee mug down again for fear of spilling or snorting it. He took a moment to compose himself. “Ok, Uncle Lance. I hear you. Loud and clear.”
Lance smiled. “Good. Cuz heaven forbid anything happen to you. We’d all have our heads on the chopping block.”
Giles bobbed his head and took another sip of coffee. “So… Moons of Orn and then Estaria?”
The general suddenly looked a little confused. He frowned. “Estaria?”
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The Frozen Wasteland Release!
The Frozen Wasteland is LIVE!
By Candy Crum and Michael Anderle
Talia laughed. “Really? That’s all you’ve got?”
Arryn smiled. “Not even close.”
After being left for dead on the tallest peak in the Frozen North–Arryn is ready to make good on the promises she made to Talia.
Fighting the dangers of the North only made her stronger than she ever thought possible. And now she’s heading back to Arcadia to get the job done.
But she’s not alone…
She found a new friend in the mountains, one who’s just dying to meet Talia.
Set on the foundation laid by the Kurtherian Gambit Series, The Frozen Wasteland tells an entirely new story in the Age of Magic–and of the heroes and villains who battle for control of its destiny.
Etheric Recruit Release!
Etheric Recruit is now available!
By Stephen Russell and Michael Anderle
When you are a young adult in the Etheric Empire, your life can be changed in mere moments.
Often for the better.
Anne was saved by the Queen herself many years before on planet Earth. Now, she is struggling with focus, and coming into adulthood while her mom struggles with her own future.
When Anne’s mother makes an ultimatum, the Empress steps in, and Anne’s life is saved by her young friend, with four paws.
Now, Anne must grow up with her partner, and fast. Her new friends are going to need her in the future.
Together, the young woman and her partner, Jinx, have a future to affect.
Set on the foundation laid by the Kurtherian Gambit Series, this story tells about one of the fan favorites and her new partner. Together, they just may be instrumental in changing the future of technology and life.
The Frozen Wasteland – Snippet 3
The Frozen Wasteland, Tales of the Feisty Druid Book Three
By Candy Crum and Michael Anderle
Snippet 3
Unedited
Arryn used her feet to kick snow in all directions as she excavated toward the bare ground below. Over the past couple days, she’d slowly been clearing a large area and putting the displaced snow to good use. She’d been lucky that a true snowstorm hadn’t hit yet, but from the looks of the clouds in the distance and the smell in the air, she could tell it wasn’t going to be long.
Every day it snowed a little at different times, and she’d had to clear the area over and over again. Had it not been for her weakness, the task wouldn’t have been much of a problem at all. In fact, the shelter would’ve been complete long before now.
So far, she’d cleared a circle that was ten feet in diameter, and the walls surrounding it were more than a foot thick and three feet high. While she didn’t plan to stay in the mountains long, it was obvious she would need shelter until she departed.
She couldn’t waste any more time and energy moving up and down the mountain searching for a cave when she had no idea if one even existed, and she definitely didn’t have the strength to waste on using her magic to search through the ground for openings.
Instead, she stacked the snow high in the hope that it would block the wind. Once she had some of her energy back, she planned to stack it just a bit higher, turn it into solid ice, and build across so it had a roof as well.
While living inside an ice cube certainly wouldn’t be warm, it would be a hell of a lot better than constantly being hit in the face by cold wind and snow.
Once the ground had been cleared of snow—again—Arryn sat down inside her shelter, using the walls to block the wind from blowing against the sweat on her face. She used the edge of her cloak to wipe it away, making sure her face was well hidden so the cold wouldn’t freeze it before it could dry.
Arryn felt something brush against her ankle, and she pulled her cloak back just enough to see her little snow rabbit friend nestling next to her.
“Well, hello there, Sir Fuzzy Bottom.” She reached out and scratched his head in his favorite spot between his ears. “You know, I really need to settle on a name for you. I’m terrible with traditional ones. I like smartass names better. But you know what they say… you get attached once you name something. I assume that mostly goes for serious names, though. I don’t know how long I’ll be here, so I don’t want to get any more attached to you than I already am.”
She sighed as she stared at the dreary sky. “I’m exhausted,” she told him. “If I don’t find a way to regain enough energy, I’ll be stuck up here indefinitely. For every step forward I take, it seems like I go back two. But my little igloo should help with that. Time to rest up and gain my strength.”
The rabbit sat on her lap, staring at her with his little nose bobbing up and down. She smiled at him and pulled him closer, enjoying the warmth he radiated.
“If I had about twenty more of you, I wouldn’t even need to build a fire.”
Arryn suddenly remembered the snow leopard pelt hanging over her fire, which she had repeatedly scraped, treated, and dried, curing it so it could be used as bedding. She gently placed rabbit on the ground next to her before standing and making her way around to the eastern side of the peak.
It wasn’t far away, and the tall rocks blocked the wind better than the area she had built in, but the terrain on the other side was far too rocky to make camp on. It would be very hard to make any part of the mountain completely habitable. What one area had, another didn’t, and vice versa.
Thankfully, she’d been able to build a fire and cure both the pelt and some of the meat to make jerky she could use over time without it going bad.
When she’d grabbed the pelt, she could feel that it was once again dry. After looking it over for a few moments, she was happy to see that it did not need to be scraped another time; the hide had turned soft and durable. It would be perfect to lay beneath her, making a nice barrier between her and the ground below.
She went back to her camp and laid the pelt on the ground inside her partial igloo. Once she had sat down on it, the rabbit once again returned to sit in her lap.
“Well, Mr. Fluffinstuffs, it’s not perfect, but it’s pretty good. A few days ago, I made a big threat to one hell of a psycho bitch. I know you wouldn’t know anything about that, but being stuck up here after having made an incredibly big threat is basically the equivalent of making the best argument you ever made in your life, storming out of the room, and having to go back in because you forgot your pack. Totally kills your groove.”
She looked down to see the little rabbit’s eyes locked on hers as she spoke, which made her smile as she scratched the sides of his face. “I guess the equivalent for you would be threatening to fight another bunny for the rights to a cute little girl bunny, only to find out that she didn’t like you anyway. Actually, that’s nowhere near close, but since I don’t know anything about your day-to-day life, I have no idea how to relate my situation to yours.”
Arryn wasn’t entirely sure, but it looked like the rabbit shook his head at her. She laughed, unable to say that she could blame him.
Chapter Two
In the days since the attack, Maddie hadn’t run into Arryn anywhere in the city. She hadn’t taught her courses, and she hadn’t attended the physical magic class, not that she was surprised.
The rumor mill was in full swing, and from what Maddie could tell, things had gotten far worse. It wasn’t casual chatter any longer; the people had become certain of Arryn’s guilt. Students, parents, and teachers alike had begun to think Arryn had killed the students.
Not seeing Arryn at the Academy wasn’t nearly as strange to her as not seeing her anywhere in the city after the battle with the remnant. She’d fought bravely, but no one saw where she went. There wasn’t a body. It was as if she’d vanished into thin air, and Maddie wasn’t entirely sure she hadn’t—but not by choice. Someone was working awfully hard to frame the newcomer.
No matter how everyone felt about Arryn’s guilt, they all seemed to agree she’d behaved heroically on the wall. So, where had she gone?
Why was no one asking where she was?
None of the faculty.
None of her fellow students.
No one.
Maddie had attempted to ask a few people herself, but was surprised to find they didn’t care at all. For a city as cautious as Arcadia had become, not caring where Arryn had gone seemed strange, since she was a suspected murderer.
Arryn had been accused of killing several students since she’d arrived in the city. The majority of them had been Boulevard students, which didn’t make sense to Maddie since Arryn’s parents had been killed while trying to save those from the Boulevard.
Maddie needed some answers.
Having spent several days feeling like she was the only one holding a torch while walking through fog, she decided it was time to talk to Amelia. She could only hope Amelia would have some real answers for her, rather than having fallen into the same pit as the rest of the city.
Maddie had waited until after sundown, when the city had quieted down and the Guard was on patrol, before she went to see Amelia. While she couldn’t explain the root of her feelings, she was concerned about the possibility that someone would see her, prompting her not only to wait until after dark, but to use less traveled streets to avoid being noticed.
Since Maddie had grown up as a noble, sneaking around the streets wasn’t something she had much practice with. But luckily for her, she was a quick study, and she had learned a lot from her time with the Bitch of the Boulevard.
As she approached Amelia’s house, she realized that remaining unseen would be an impossibility. Upon closer examination, she saw that there was a guard stationed in the Chancellor’s backyard, though he seemed to be trying to conceal himself, too.
As she approached the house, she wondered why he would take a position there instead of in front of the house. She was thinking hard, and she didn’t pay attention to her footing.
There was a broken stone in her path, which crunched under her foot and alerted the guard. Her entire body stiffened as she watched him quickly jump into action, pointing his magitech rifle outward, although not directly at her.
He stayed against the side of Amelia’s house as he made his way over to her, careful not to step out of the shadows, and Maddie watched as he carefully stuck his head past the corner far enough to look down each side of the street before pulling back.
“Who are you, and what do you want?” the guard asked when he reached her. His voice was hushed, as if he didn’t want anyone to hear him talking.
Maddie copied his quiet tone, not only wanting to keep him calm, but not wanting anyone with prying ears to hear her speak. “I need to speak with Amelia.”
He raised the magitech rifle slightly, though it was still angled enough that it wasn’t pointed directly at her. “What do you want with the Chancellor?”
Maddie looked up and down the street, knowing that if even a single person heard them, they would investigate and see her standing there. She placed both hands in the air before slowly putting them in her pockets, hoping to signal that she had no plans to use magic against him.
“It’s very important. I’m a friend of hers. Please tell her Maddie is here to see her, but hurry. You were hiding in the shadows, so I’m assuming you do not want to be seen. Well, neither do I.”
The guard hesitated for a moment before finally lowering his rifle. “Wait right here.”
He was gone for several moments, disappearing into the backyard again, and then he returned. With a wave of his hand, he motioned for Maddie to follow him around back of the house.
Amelia was standing in the back door, waiting for them. Her body seemed rigid as she stood in the frame, leaning against it with her arms folded across her chest.
“Don’t come any closer,” Amelia warned. “I’m going ask you a question and look into your mind while you answer. Understand?”
Maddie wasn’t entirely certain if the woman had lost her wits and become incredibly paranoid, or if her suspicions had been correct and this was the Chancellor’s way of taking precautions. Instead of asking her own questions, Maddie nodded.
“If you were anyone else, I wouldn’t even give you the courtesy, but here it is. Arryn has been accused of killing several students. She’s also been accused of killing two people while subduing a third in front of the Capitol building. She was seen firing on the Capitol building using her magic. And she seems to be missing now. What do you think about all that? What should I do about all that?”
The questions were strange, sure, but Maddie was certain Amelia knew what she was doing. She was nothing if not thorough and cautious.
“I came here because she’s been missing for a few days and I have no idea where she is. I think the entire city has turned on her like starving dogs in a chicken coop, and I don’t understand why. I understand those charges, but I seem to be one of the very few who think logic isn’t really taking a part here.”
Amelia nodded. “What exactly do you mean logic isn’t a playing part?”
“I don’t know her. I was in her class for a couple of days, and I spoke to her once. That’s it. But I do know is that she woke up every morning and trained our Guard. From what I hear, and not from her, she trained them harder than they’ve ever been trained before by our own men. Why would she do that if she knew those same skills could be immediately turned against her to take her down? Why would she try to teach her students to heal, knowing any damage she did to them could be healed by themselves or by another student?”
Maddie paused for a moment, but Amelia stood there, weighing her words. Maddie continued. “There’s more, but those are the basics. None of this makes sense. It’s like everyone is convinced of her guilt and has mysteriously forgotten all the good she has done. Sure, some of the noble girls like to chat and gossip. But it’s happened with everyone, including full-grown men. Something’s not right. That’s why I’m here.”
A few moments passed before Amelia’s body relaxed and she stood up straight again, a smile spreading across her lips. “Maddie, I’m so glad it’s really you. Please come in.”
Maddie walked across the back porch and stepped inside, taking one last look at the guard outside. He gave her a nod before returning to his post in the yard. She closed the door and went into the kitchen.
“It’s nice to see you, too, Amelia,” Maddie said. “I didn’t know what else to do. I was worried when she confronted the class about the accusations against her, and since the invasion, no one has seen or heard from her. The invasion was the last time, but no one really spoke to her. She fought for us and then disappeared.”
Amelia nodded, grabbing the kettle to boil some water over a fire. “Would you like some tea before we get started?”
Maddie gave her a nervous smile before sitting down at the table. “Sure. Thank you, I’d love some.”
Walking around the kitchen and working as she spoke, Amelia began. “There’s a lot to the story. It’s a long one, so I’m glad you decided on tea—you’re probably going to need it to stay awake. You know about the accusations, but you don’t know about everything leading up to them.”
Amelia began to tell Maddie everything about Arryn’s situation, starting with the moment she arrived. She told her about her past, her parents, the Dark Forest, coming back to Arcadia after she learned Adrien had been killed. She told her everything, all the way up to when she began teaching and came to Amelia with her fears about Talia.
She set a cup of tea in front of Maddie, along with the bowl of sugar cubes. After sitting down with her own cup, she dropped in two cubes and continued with her story.
“If I’d listened to her, we wouldn’t be in this position right now. Well, it wouldn’t be quite as bad, anyway. The reason we’re here is because I didn’t know any of this before Scarlett arrived. By the time the mystic got here, Talia had already established herself as quite the little hero of the city. Scarlett only solidified that perception by using her magic. They also have control of the remnant. This is one hell of a mess, and another mess is that Arryn is missing. I feel stuck.”
Maddie took a careful sip of her tea before setting it back down. “Do we have any idea where she is?”
Amelia shook her head. “Cathillian sent Echo, his familiar, south. She searched pretty much all land south of us for any sign of Arryn, which means Talia more than likely took her north, or out of the Valley entirely. I’m not surprised—Talia was from just outside of Cella, or at least that’s what I was told. She could be from another planet, for all I know. But for sake of argument, if north truly is where she’s from, it doesn’t surprise me that she would head in that direction.”
Maddie chewed on her lip for a moment, staring at the table as she thought everything over. “But she knows you know that.”
“What do you mean?”
“I don’t mean to poke a hole in your theory, but why would she go north? If she’s from just outside Cella, and we’re going to go out on a limb here and say that maybe she really is, why would she return there? Yes, it makes sense that she would return to what’s familiar. People she can trust. Terrain she knows. But she would also know we would assume that. Talia is here. Arryn isn’t. That means Arryn was dumped somewhere. Or…” Maddie let her words trail off as a concerned expression across her face. “Or the worst has happened.”
Amelia sighed as she sat there in silence. “It’s very true. Talia definitely didn’t take her south. But she would know we are aware she’s from there. Okay, I’m open to suggestions.”
Maddie shook her head, raising her hands into the air for a moment before lowering them. “I don’t have a clue. If she’s not in the south, it would make sense that she was in the north. The only thing hanging me up about it is that Talia would know we would think of it. Which means she’s done something far worse. They wouldn’t have taken her west, because she’d be too close to the Dark Forest. If she has control of the remnant like you say, I suppose she could have taken her to them.”
Amelia nodded. “True, but I don’t think so. They wouldn’t have taken her east, because the remnant could’ve destroyed her by now, and there’s no way in hell Talia would allow that. She’d want to destroy her herself. That’s why she more than likely wouldn’t entrust anyone to keep her either. They’d either set her free or torture her themselves.”
Maddie grimaced as she considered her next words. “Common sense has narrowed down the direction, and judging by personality alone, we’ve determined Talia would not leave her in the care of anyone else. But—Talia is here. She was at the Academy today. That means one of two things: either Arryn is already dead, or Talia has her hidden somewhere. Alone. Not under anyone else’s care.”
It was Amelia’s turn to grimace now. “Somewhere she can torture her. But that doesn’t make sense. Talia was gone for about five days. Maybe she’s already tortured Arryn to death. That’s a very long time. I don’t have very many guards I can trust, but none of them saw Scarlett or Talia during those five days. No one saw any movement at either of their homes, either. That means they went somewhere away from here. Outside the city. Definitely north.”
Maddie took another sip of her tea before setting it down again. “Actually, there were several teachers and students missing for those five days, Jackson among them. They must have teleported outside the city.”
Amelia smacked the edge of the table before pointing at Maddie with a smile on her face. “I got it. I need you to be my eyes and ears inside of the Academy. I can’t go in there. I have to be absolutely perfect. With Scarlett in control of everything, I have to be very careful. I can’t piss off Talia or Scarlett. If I do, the whole city will revolt against me. There would probably not be a corner in the city I could hide in. So, I need you to study everything. Follow Jackson. Do whatever you can, but don’t get caught. Don’t get caught, and don’t let anyone know you’re associated with me in any way. You were smart to come here tonight when the city was quiet.”
“If things are that bad here for you, why don’t you leave? No one would blame you for that. If your life is that in danger, you shouldn’t be here. You’re more valuable alive than dead. The city needs you. Arryn needs you.”
Amelia gave a sad smile. “You have no idea how badly I would love to run. After all this fighting, I’m exhausted. But I can’t. I took a vow when I stepped into the role of Chancellor. I made a promise to Ezekiel that I would care for his city—that I would make it a better place. I’d fulfill his dream. That I would let no one harm our people. That their children— everyone’s children—would be well educated and could learn magic if they chose to do so.
“If I run, Talia will rise up. She will claim my seat, and she will have power over the Guard. The only thing stopping her from doing it now is the fact that Scarlett has a very thin hold on everyone. From what I can tell, she compelled several people, and she’s using them to convince others of her truth about what’s happening.”
“She doesn’t have active control over every person in the city, right?” Maddie asked.
Shaking her head, Amelia said, “From what Julianne has told me about mental magic, that would be impossible—even for the most powerful mystics. In reality, Scarlett must be exhausted. She only has control over a handful of people. In fact, if I were her, I would choose several strong-willed people who are known for rational thinking. I would choose them because they’re the type of people everyone would believe. They’re the ones who are calm in any situation. Dependable. If they say the sky is falling, you’d damn well better take shelter. The rest are weak-minded individuals who will believe anything they’re told, especially those who like to spread gossip—and like to believe it even more. That would be the easiest path to take. It would demand far less magic.”
Maddie nodded. “I don’t know Arryn very well. I don’t know anything about her other than what you’ve told me and what I’ve seen in class. What I do know is that she’s strong. I don’t know where she is or if she’s alive, but something tells me someone that cruel wouldn’t have killed her right away. I think Arryn is still alive, and I think she’s working on a way to get herself home.”
Amelia laughed as she played with the handle on her teacup. “You’d like her. She’s tough, not unlike someone else we know.”
“If she’s anything like Hannah, then I definitely believe she’s working on a way to get back to Arcadia. I also know if we put our efforts into finding her rather than saving the city, Talia and Scarlett won’t be the only ones needing to save their asses.” Maddie smiled. “Keep that in mind. She will be back, and she’ll kick our butts if we haven’t made any progress. I’ll do what you suggested. I’ll work on Jackson and the others. I’m very tiny and quiet, so I’m sure I can sneak around and get some information. In the meantime, keep yourself safe and away from any unnecessary attention. If I can’t talk to you directly, how will I update you?”
Amelia shook her head. “I’m gonna have to talk to Cathillian about that. I don’t know nature magic, and even if I did, the bond between familiar and master is difficult to seal. Even Arryn doesn’t have a familiar. But maybe Cathillian can train a bird to deliver messages for us.”
Maddie’s eyes widened. “That could be fun and interesting.”
Amelia nodded and replied, “I’ll work on that, you work on the Academy. And for the love of the Matriarch, if anyone corners you about Arryn, act like you buy into the rumors. You can’t believe you trusted her when she turned out to be a murderous psychopath. Understand?”
Maddie felt disgusted just thinking about playing such a game, but she also understood it was necessary. Not only for her own survival, but also Amelia’s.
Storm Breakers – Snippet 3

Storm Breakers, The Storms of Magic Book 3
By P.T. Hylton and Michael Anderle
Snippet 3
Unedited
“Are you ready to begin?” Elliot asked.
He and his friends were gathered on a green hillside dotted with rocks and boulders. The stones varied in size from the proportions of the nail on a man’s little finger to boulders bigger than the man himself.
It was insanity to be hiding in such a place, especially considering the enemy they were about to face. However, that was part of the reason the men and the woman of the Tall Grass Raiders loved Elliot—he was ballsy as all hell.
He nudged the man next to him, Sigmund, and pointed at the village below. “There’s where my first arrow goes.”
He was pointing to a spot near the north edge of town. Though the village was small, its defenses were impressive. There was a guard stationed at each end of the single road that ran down the center of the town. The guards looked to be solid men, and they wore the black sash that indicated they had been trained in the Way of Stone.
A bell hung on a wooden stand near each guard station. At the first sign of trouble, Elliot knew the guards would ring the bells. At that signal, every able-bodied man and woman in the village would run from their houses and join the fight.
This was another reason Elliot planned to attack from the hill on the west side of town. When the alarm was sounded, the people exiting their homes would instinctively turn toward the bell on the north or south side of the town, whichever was closest. Their misdirected attention would give the Tall Grass Raiders another advantage.
Elliot turned toward his warriors. He looked each of them in the eye, confirming their readiness for battle.
All of them were Barskall, except Elliot. Time was that these men and women would have consumed seiderdrek before the battle, the Barskall potion that gave them enhanced speed and strength and imbued them with unquenchable bloodlust until it wore off.
It had taken Elliot a long time to convince them there were other ways to fight. More effective ways. It hadn’t been easy, but eventually they’d all come around to the idea that a strategic attack was worth more than a frenzied one.
After he’d confirmed their readiness, he gave the signal and they scattered, moving into position along the hill. When they attacked, Elliot wanted it to seem as if they were coming from everywhere. He wanted them to appear far greater than their actual number, which was a mere thirty warriors.
The men and women of the Stone Valley would be shocked to learn how few Tall Grass Raiders there were, considering the trouble they’d been giving the inhabitants for the past few years.
Elliot had crouched behind a boulder, and his friend Sigmund paused before moving into position. “You know, no matter how many times we do this, I always get a little thrill at the thought of the people in the village breaking fast, some still a-bed, with no idea the carnage that’s about to rain down on them.”
Elliot patted Sigmund’s arm. “You have a poet’s heart, my friend. But just now, I’m more interested in your sword.”
Sigmund let out a harsh laugh. “Ah, once again my ruminations are wasted on the champion of the ekkja, leader of the Tall Grass Raiders. His mind is only on bloodshed.” With that, he turned and trotted down the hill to his position.”
As he left, Elliot called to him in a loud whisper, “Watch your lines out there.”
“Watch your own,” Sigmund shot back over his shoulder.
Elliot surveyed his warriors, ensuring they were in position. Even though this was a small village, a significant amount of planning had gone into this raid and they would need accuracy and luck to pull it off.
He eyed the knee-high stone wall around the perimeter of the town. That barrier, though low, was his main concern. The Stone Shapers would use that.
His warriors thought of him as ballsy, but in truth Elliot was a planner who left nothing to chance. Though once the battle was joined, all that planning could be reduced to naught with one poor decision by his warriors.
When he was certain everyone was ready to begin, he lifted his bow and nocked an arrow.
He took careful aim and slowed his breathing, aware of the way the bow rose and fell with his every breath. He studied the rhythm of it. After he exhaled, when his body was completely still and the arrow was frozen in space, he let fly.
The bowstring twanged, and the arrow cut through the air. His aim was true, and the broadhead point sank into the chest of the guard on the north edge of town.
From that distance Elliot couldn’t tell if the guard made a noise, but he could see that he sank to his knees clutching his chest, then fell onto his side.
The guard’s partner looked around, confused, then saw the arrow sticking out of the man’s chest. He spun, frantically scanning the road ahead for any sign of the archer. It was clear he hadn’t been able to tell which direction the arrow had come from based on the way his friend had fallen.
One of Elliot’s men loosed an arrow, but that one missed its mark and embedded itself into to the road a few feet past the remaining guard. Now he knew the attack was coming from the hills to the west.
Elliot let out a soft curse, but he moved on. The raid was in progress, and it wouldn’t be stopped by a single poorly-aimed arrow.
His warriors were divided into three groups: the archers, the burners, and the runners.
The archers were ten of the best bowmen, including Elliot. Their job was to take out Stone Shapers and sow fear by raining arrows down on pre-selected targets.
The burners were tasked with creating chaos. They ran into the village along carefully pre-determined paths the bowmen knew to avoid and set fires. While all the homes in town had been built from stone, there were still plenty of flammable items, from wagons to foodstuffs.
And while the archers and the burners drew the attention of the enemy, the runners focused on the real target: a small building near the center of town.
As Elliot nocked another arrow, the remaining guard on the south end of town sprinted toward the stone wall. He reached it just as Elliot fired.
Even from so far away, Elliot could see the man’s eyes begin to glow black.
The stonewall shifted, changing shape under the man’s power. It grew higher, creating a ten-foot barrier between himself and the hills to the west.
Elliot’s arrow plinked harmlessly off it.
But that was all right with Elliot. Stone Shapers couldn’t create stone, only change its shape. In making the wall in front of him ten feet high, he’d had to draw stone from other parts of the wall. That meant there was less stone between the Tall Grass Raiders and the village.
Smoke was already beginning to rise from a few spots in the village as the burners ran through town, thrusting their torches against anything flammable. The runners were almost to their target.
Elliot fired more arrows, providing cover for his men and distraction for his enemies.
A few moments later the runners burst out of the target building, each holding a bag.
Elliot and the archers laid down covering fire and soon all the runners were safely back in the hills. “To Baer Gigur!” he called.
The Tall Grass Raiders were all smiles and jovial laughter on their way back home.
Sigmund seemed particularly happy. He was arguing with another runner about who had caused more damage.
Finally, he said, “Ah, what’s it matter? We did our job. Another village raided, and we didn’t lose a single warrior.”
Elliot did not share his friend’s happiness. He knew all they’d bought themselves was another day of survival. The war was far from over.
The Frozen Wasteland – Snippet 2

Frozen Wasteland, Tales of the Fiesty Druid Book 3
By Candy Crum and Michael Anderle
Snippet 2
Unedited
Cathillian, Samuel, and Celine stood just outside the area where the sparring groups were practicing that morning as they discussed their situation. Echo had just returned, having scoured the entire southern third of the valley, but she had come up empty.
The golden eagle had searched everywhere from the Dark Forest to the border of the Madlands just outside the Arcadian Valley, and all the way down to Craigston. Fruitless.
Arryn was nowhere to be found.
They had some theories, but mainly they would just have to start looking again. Cathillian, however, had other plans.
“It’s been too long since I’ve sent Echo to the Dark Forest. If I don’t do so very soon, my mother will come here. Arryn and I joke about it quite often, but neither of you seem to realize just how serious a problem that would be. She would not be happy.” Cathillian ran his fingers through his hair, securing it into a ponytail.
“Ye look beautiful, lad,” Samuel joked as he pointed to Cathillian’s long blonde hair, now tidily pulled back. “Make sure he treats ye nice.”
Cathillian shook his head. “Can we stay on task, please? This is kind of important. And of course, he treats me nicely. He treats me like a princess, which is more than I can say for you.”
Despite the grim conversation, Celine couldn’t help but laugh. The two were always giving each other a hard time.
“Maybe you should send Echo back to the Dark Forest,” Celine said. “But what message would you send? That’s the real question.”
Cathillian shrugged. “I’ve thought about that over and over again. I don’t have a clue what I should do. If I don’t send word, I can pretty much guarantee my mother will be here within the next two days. If I lie and say nothing is going on, I’m going to feel terrible, and the truth is, we might need her. If I tell her the truth, I don’t know what will happen.”
“We might get an army of pointy-eared fellas like yerself,” Samuel said. “We can use all the help we can get. We need ta find our girl.”
“We’ve been lucky up until now,” Cathillian said. “The only thing that’s kept us from getting our asses handed to us is the fact that Amelia is still temporarily in control. The city is on the verge of breaking. If anything else were to happen, Amelia could quite possibly lose whatever hold she has, and Talia would take over. If that happened, the Guard would have no choice but to come for us.”
“Then why are we still here? Shouldn’t we be on the move?” Celine asked.
“As much as I’d love to say yes,” Cathillian began, “I’ll have to say no. Not in the traditional sense, anyway. If I leave, I’m going back to the Dark Forest. I’m not going to stop until I can bring back an army. Problem with that is, there’s now a potential war brewing in the Dark Forest as well—if what Jenna told me was true. My mom has been lying to me just as much as I’ve been lying to her. If they send any warriors, they risk their own walls being vulnerable. The truth is, we might not get any help at all.”
Everyone sat in silence, watching the guardsmen practice the skills they had learned. Samuel and the rest had grown to trust them, and they hadn’t been affected yet by Scarlett’s influence.
After a few moments, Cathillian spoke. “I’m going back to the Dark Forest—I don’t think there’s any way around it. Like I just said, Amelia’s hold on the city is fragile. We need to be ready if it slips entirely. I’m gonna take a day or two to get my things together, but then I’m heading out. I need to tell my mother and grandfather what’s happened. They need to be informed, and they have every right to know that Arryn is missing.”
“I’m goin’ with ye, lad.” Samuel patted his hammer.
Celine nodded. “Me, too.”
Cathillian shook his head. “The Dark Forest is a dangerous place—well, not so much for me I guess, but it’s dangerous as it is beautiful. There are lycanthropes, and it appears the dark druids have made themselves a threat there now, too. You should stay here where you know the streets like the back of your hand. You’ve spent years moving through them, dodging the Guard. This is your element. You’ll be safer here.”
She laughed, but the sound was cold and rather intimidating coming from a woman so small. “Like hell I will! This place is far more dangerous than some wild animals in a forest. I understand I don’t know anything about the Dark Forest. Hell, I’ve never even been camping. But what I do know is that I lost my niece once. The day she came back to me I vowed I would never lose her again, and yet here we stand—without her.”
“I understand that—” Cathillian began, but Celine interrupted him by taking a step forward and poking a hard finger into his chest.
“Bullshit. I’m going with you. I’m going to meet your mother, the woman who took my niece into her home and raised her to be stronger than I ever could’ve imagined. Either you take me willingly, or I’m going to kick your ass and force you to take me anyway.”
Cathillian’s eyes widened as he stared at the much smaller woman. “Damn. Okay. Look, you can come. It’s only out of respect for you and Arryn, but I’ll let this happen because I’m worried about my decision. If I lost you, too, Arryn would never forgive me.”
Celine smiled. “Out of respect for me? That’s the only reason?”
Cathillian nodded for a moment, his arms crossed over his chest. “That, and you scare theshit out of me, not unlike your niece… or your sister, now that I think about it. The women in your family are pretty fucking frightening, you know that? Actually, you’ll fit in great in the Dark Forest with my mother. She’s also terrifying.”
The happy and satisfied expression on Celine’s face told Cathillian she was pleased with the outcome. “Good. I can’t wait to meet her.”
From Candy>>>
Hey everyone!
I apologize, I’m very under the weather, so I don’t have a lot of energy at the moment, but I wanted to make sure to get this posted! So I’m going to keep this short and sweet!
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The Frozen Wasteland – Snippet 1
Frozen Wasteland, Tales of the Fiesty Druid: Book 3
By Candy Crum and Michael Anderle
Snippet 1
Unedited
With every breath she took, thick white mist streamed from her mouth, but she didn’t let it distract her. She bent over as far as she could, slowly moving behind a large rock. Her target was several yards away.
A beautiful white rabbit. He was quite large for being at that altitude with so little food, but she knew he would be quite the challenge to catch.
It had been several days since she’d arrived in the Frozen North; transported and abandoned on the highest peak of the tallest mountain. At first, she’d been almost too weak to move, and using magic to create a fire hadn’t done much to keep her from freezing to death.
Just as Talia had told her, it had sapped her strength. But as Talia had also predicted, Arryn refused to give up. Several times a day she had thrust her hands deep into the snow, feeling for the energy in the water under and around her and pulling it into herself. It had taken several days, but she was finally feeling more like herself.
Arryn wanted to get back to Arcadia more than anything else. She needed to finish what she had started, and she needed to make sure the citizens were safe. She wasn’t sure what Talia was capable of or what she truly wanted, but she sure as hell didn’t want to go back home and find the entire city desolate. All life lost; only Talia left for her to return to.
Now that she was feeling a bit more normal, Arryn decided it was time to prove the bitch wrong and get her ass off that mountain. The snowy rabbit was going to help.
As Arryn shifted her weight, she saw the long white ears perk up, swiveling as they listened for whatever might be approaching. Then the rabbit turned his head, and his eyes met Arryn’s.
“Shit!” Arryn exclaimed, shaking her head.
He jumped into action, sprinting across the snow. Arryn wasted no time as she put all the strength she had into a powerful run, chasing the rabbit across the snow while trying to avoid slipping and falling.
The rabbit was fast, and his skill at sharp turns was incredible. Try as she might, she couldn’t catch him.
“Hey!” she shouted as she ran. “Give me a break! This isn’t fair!”
The rabbit ran straight for a massive rock. Arryn thought he would go around it on the easier terrain, but he didn’t. He planted his feet against it without breaking stride and used it as a pivot point to change directions. Arryn almost had him, but was forced to drop and slide on her hip to keep from running straight into the boulder.
“Gah!” she yelled into the vastness around her.
The rabbit turned and stared at her as she got to her feet, as if challenging her to come for him. Her eyes narrowed and she returned the gaze, her body lowering to a crouch as she once again prepared to run.
“I will catch you. And when I do, you’re gonna be—”
Her threat was curtailed when the rabbit took off again. She growled to herself as she lit out after him. Stiff from several days of disuse, her muscles were screaming at her, begging her to rest, but she wasn’t having any.
She knew that she would have to be strong, fast, and pay full attention to her senses if she was going to get off this mountain. The only way to get back into shape was to be extremely active.
She charged after the rabbit in the hope she would catch him, but she became careless. Her desire turned into impatience, and she quickly lost focus on her surroundings.
The rabbit made his sharpest turn yet, spinning in the snow and running directly back through her legs at the last second. As she turned, her feet slid in the snow and she landed hard on her side. Though her breath didn’t leave her, it hurt like hell.
Rolling onto her back, Arryn groaned as she cursed the rabbit and her own impatience. She grunted as the fat, fluffy, snow-white rabbit jumped onto her stomach, his little nose twitching up and down as he stared into her eyes.
She reached up with both hands and scratched the sides of his face. “I’m gonna get you next time. You just wait and see. You cheated, anyway.”
The rabbit leaned his head into her touch, and she scratched between his ears before taking them between her fingers and rubbing down to their tips.
“You’re lucky you’re cute. Do you have any idea how hungry I am?” she asked, a smile on her face.
The rabbit bit her hand, lightly enough that it didn’t draw blood, but hard enough for her to know he took offense at her comment.
She laughed. “Sorry! It was just a joke. Jeeze, you’re so sensitive!”
She was just about to set him aside so she could stand when the rabbit’s ears perked up, warning her that they weren’t the only ones in the area. A deep, guttural sound filled the air around them. It wasn’t a growl, but a warning, sounding very deep in the animal’s chest as it slowly stepped toward them.
Arryn laid on her back, the rabbit frozen on her stomach as they both stared at the large, hungry snow leopard.
“Run,” Arryn whispered to the rabbit.
She felt a slight movement on her stomach, but not enough to suggest he’d listened. A louder rumble from the beautiful cat warned her that time was running out. This time, she didn’t give the rabbit a chance.
“Run!” she shouted, throwing him far away from her and quickly rolling onto her stomach.
The leopard pounced, but Arryn was fast enough to get out of the way. The slick snow she’d been laying on took the leopard down just as it had her. In only seconds the leopard was back on her feet, roaring loudly and charging for Arryn and her furry companion.
Hearing the rapid crunch of snow behind her, Arryn risked a look over her shoulder to see the animal coming directly for her, moving far faster than she could possibly run. The rabbit was in front of Arryn, running in a zigzag pattern but making good time.
“Ooooh, run, Puff-Butt, run!” Arryn exclaimed as they began scrambling down the north face of the mountain.
A loud growl sounded as a large shadow fell over her. Without looking back, Arryn dove forward, catching the rabbit in her arms and twisting, landing on her side and rolling out of the way. The leopard landed hard, sliding and rolling over, which gave Arryn enough time to get back to her feet.
Arryn was still very weak. Not only did she have very little time to try to use her nature magic to subdue the animal, but as weak as she was, she wasn’t even sure she could. If it didn’t work, she would be directly in front of the big cat’s jaws.
Using physical magic wouldn’t be much better, but it appeared she didn’t have a choice. It was the guaranteed option in this instance, unlike attempting to use nature magic.
She tossed the rabbit away from her, out of the direct path of the leopard, before turning and throwing her hands out. A small gust of wind pushed the leopard back, and she encased it in ice.
But the leopard jumped forward again, breaking free of the thin ice Arryn had created in hopes of scaring it while expending minimal energy. Apparently, the leopard had no plans to back down under any circumstances. It was just as hungry as she was, and it wasn’t like there were a lot of food sources in the mountains.
Still, Arryn wasn’t about to let her friend be eaten after he’d helped her, and she sure as hell wasn’t going to die.
When she swiped her hand upward, the snow from the ground lifted in a small wave and wrapped around the leopard. Her other hand jerked forward, her magic freezing the snow. The leopard fought, but the ice froze rapidly and Arryn heard a sharp snap just before the cat’s head slumped.
The animal fought her and the force had combined with her lack of skill with magic to cause the leopard’s death. She’d only planned to encase the cat in ice long enough for the rabbit to get away, allowing it to melt once she herself had traveled far enough that her magic no longer held. But now, she was presented with a new opportunity.
Food.
It had been two days since she’d eaten, and as strong as she’d become on her own with no sustenance and only the snow around her for hydration, she knew the leopard would gift her with both food and warmth.
Arryn quickly made her way over to the animal, melting the ice and gently lowering her to the ground. Placing her hand on the cat’s jaw, she closed her eyes.
“Though I did not mean to end your life, I promise you that your death will not have been in vain. Thank you for your sacrifice. It will not be forgotten.” She paused a moment as she looked at it. “Oh… And you tried to eat me and my puffy-butted friend. So, fair is fair.”
Having wasted the majority of her strength chasing the rabbit to keep her skills sharp and using magic on top of that, she wasn’t sure how she was going to drag an animal that large back to her camp.
The chubby rabbit slowly and cautiously wandered back to her. He came to her side and looked up at her with his little nose wiggling.
Arryn smiled. “I caught you. Told you I’d catch you!”
The rabbit turned and used his back feet to rapidly kick snow at Arryn as she laughed at her little friend.
From Candy>>>
I know, I know! It’s been a while.
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I had to push out a bit for my own sanity–writing back to back 90k and 80k novels is crazy awesome! And also CRAZY! Ha!–and it helped me to produce this book.
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Shades of Glory – Snippet 1
Shades of Glory, Book 3 in The Hidden Magic Chronicles
By Justin Sloan and Michael Anderle
Snippet 1
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Rhona strode forward, always pressing on, refusing to be the one to slow down the group. What had been a small group consisting of her brother and their companions plus the survivors they had found on Sair Talem had now grown to nearly one hundred.
They had the clan folk who had made it back to the main group, along with Laird Summers and his warriors. Plus, more warriors and clansfolk were likely out there still and just hadn’t found the main group…at least she hoped so.
Donnon walked beside her and his daughter Kia kept close to them. He still had that wild look in his eyes that he got every time his daughter was in danger. It didn’t matter that the girl was probably more powerful than he was, at least as far as her magic was concerned. Rhona had never had a child of her own, so she knew she couldn’t fully understand. The best she could do was think back to a small kitten that had wandered into the castle once when she was in her early teens. She had insisted it was hers, thought of it like another member of her family since her brother was always too busy training.
The day had come when Sir Gildon found out and made her give up the kitten.
“Let me keep her until she’s grown, at least,” she had pleaded, but to no avail.
Now that she thought about it, it was a wonder she hadn’t seen him as evil back then. Who makes a little girl give up a kitten or dumps a kitten out into the world, anyway?
She gave Kia a smile, thinking how she was going to search all of Roneland when this was over to find Kia a kitten.
Kia saw her staring and gave her a weird look, then started wiping at her mouth.
“You don’t have anything on your face,” Rhona said. “I was just, you know, lost in thought.”
“I kinda wish I just had something on my face.” Mia shrugged. “You’re wonderful, but it’s creepy when you stare at me like that.”
Rhona laughed. “Sorry. I’ll keep that in mind for next time, maybe make some weird faces at you to creep you out even more.”
Kia rolled her eyes but grinned. “Shut up.”
“I’m glad you two can smile at a time like this,” Donnon interrupted, clearly trying to smile but doing a horrible job of it. “Whatever it takes to keep you sane.”
“We’re alive, aren’t we?” Rhona gestured to the others marching around them. “More of us than we could’ve hoped, I’d say.”
While he didn’t argue, Donnon gave her a skeptical glance.
“We’ll be back for them,” Rhona said. “You can be damn sure of that.”
“That’s why I like you,” Kia said. “You’re always ready to kick some arses, even if you are a bit creepy.”
Rhona laughed again and ruffled her hair, which made even Donnon smile.
Soon they had gone far enough, and Laird Summers called for a rest. The various groups gathered to make camp, Lars and his group sticking together close to Alastar and his.
“Uncle,” Estair called as she approached Laird Summers, after the others had finished settling down. “You being senior among us, I trust you have a plan?”
“Aside from doing everything in my power to take back my manor and exact revenge on those sons of bitches?”
“Aye, that part’s a given.”
Laird Summers stared into the sky at a shooting star and sighed. “You’ve heard about the fall of the Fortress of Stirling, I take it?”
She nodded. “I have.”
“Perhaps with all this, they’ve regrouped. Maybe left a small contingent behind. If we could retake the fortress, we’d have a good chance of holding them off if they came that way again.”
“It fell once before,” Rhona interjected. “What would be different this time?”
Laird Summers gestured to the people around them. “Their old defense was mostly wind mages, which was all find and dandy, but we have wind, fire, and water mages. We’re talking my warriors and other clansmen and women as well. It would be a force to be reckoned with, if we had walls between us and their spells.”
Rhona nodded, not knowing enough about it to really have an opinion, and looked at Estair.
“It would be a rallying point,” Estair said thoughtfully. “If we can take it, others may flock to our side to join in the defense.”
“It’s settled then.” Laird Summers stood tall with his arms folded. He watched one of his men get a fire started with a spark of flint and a wave of his hands for magic.
Rhona glanced at Kia, who she could tell was squirming at the idea of not letting on that she could do magic without the element present.
Just like the sorcerers, Rhona realized.
A thought hit her, so she went over to the girl and knelt, asking in a whisper, “Your mother, could she do magic?”
Kia’s eyes went wide, then shifted to her father. She hesitated, and that was all the answer Rhona needed.
“Please, I have to know… Where was she from?”
Kia blinked in confusion, but leaned forward and whispered, “North… far north.”
“Is it possible?” Rhona turned, running her hands through her hair, then spun back, feeling the excitement about to burst forth. “Those sorcerers. They were just a clan. A clan that learned how to explore magic beyond the limitations the rest of Roneland assumed.”
Kia’s eyes flickered over Rhona’s shoulder and Donnon stepped into view.
“She didn’t speak much of her life before us,” he said. “Only that she had fled her past and was never going back.”
“These were her people,” Rhona stated, sure of it. “Clans north of the Great River, clans of people who have been perfecting their magic just for this purpose. For their invasion of, well, everywhere.”
Donnon scratched his head, a skeptical look in his eyes. “Sure, fine. But how does that help us?”
Rhona shook her head, unsure how to answer that. “Maybe it doesn’t, but it’s interesting. It means there might be something we can learn up there. If we were to find their origin… I don’t know. Maybe you’re right, it’s stupid.”
“He didn’t say that,” Kia interjected.
Donnon nodded. “All I’m saying is that it’s a bit of a risk to go off, if it means diverting any of our forces from the main fight.”
“Is it a fight we can even win?” she asked. “I mean, we were just pushed back, right? I’d love to go in with my shadow magic and say I could end it all by myself, but I’m not sure that’s realistic. We don’t even know what they’re capable of, especially that goddess lady. We need more.”
“More forces,” Donnon said.
She shrugged. “Maybe, though numbers aren’t always the deciding factor. Leverage is. Power is. And as the old saying goes…”
“Knowledge is power,” Kia finished for her. “I’m with Rhona, actually.”
“Well, then it’s settled.” Donnon laughed, giving them a look that made it clear he wasn’t taking this seriously. “Sorry, but the two of you want to go north in search of…what? Information? Not going to happen.”
Rhona frowned. She didn’t like how he was stating what would or wouldn’t happen, but had to admit that he had a point. Maybe they could get horses from Leila so the journey wouldn’t be as hopeless. But even then, where would they start?
“Let’s all get some rest and think it over,” Donnon muttered, gesturing to the forest floor nearby where he had set up their bedding.
Rhona agreed, but found herself unable to sleep. She laid there listening to the fire crackle not far away. While some had argued that having a fire would draw attention, maybe lead the sorcerers right to them, the fire mages in the group held that having a fire at the ready would give them a strong defense. They had won the argument on that point.
Plus, they figured they had covered enough ground that being followed wasn’t a huge concern. Most felt that the enemy army had pulled back to regroup, and was likely going to focus more on overthrowing cities on their way south versus pursuing this ragtag bunch.
No matter what happened in the days to follow, Rhona wanted to be better prepared the next time around. She had been giving some thought to the idea of her magic and how using it had drained her, to the point that when she had used it again to a lesser degree, it had drained her even more.
Maybe it was like a muscle that hadn’t had time to recover? If one were to train with a sword not knowing what they were doing, injury could follow. Likewise with this magic—she was throwing it around like a heavy sword, possibly opening herself up to injured muscles, as the metaphor went.
She needed to train, to figure out how to properly wield the magic. And since no one she knew had the slightest comprehension of how her magic worked, she would have to figure it out for herself.
Nobody around her moved as she pushed herself up and tiptoed to the edge of the tree line, away from the group. It was night, but that didn’t bother her. Some people might have been worried about the darkness, but it was her friend. The more darkness around her there was, the more she had to pull on and the more directions her attacks could come from.
The night air carried with it the scent of burning wood from the fire mages’ flames, along with heaviness from a fog that had crept down from the hills to the east. She imagined this meant they weren’t far from the coast now, though the two didn’t always go hand-in-hand.
Ahead she spotted an area that at first glance seemed closed off, but as she approached, it turned out to be a secluded clearing.
This spot was far enough away from her group that the others wouldn’t likely see or hear her, so she stepped into the clearing, ready to see what she was capable of.
She closed her eyes, focusing on the darkness around her and the darkness within, and pushing out all distractions.
A tree rustled and Rhona spun, hands up and ready to cast magic. She imagined a remnant leaping out at her, or maybe Taland with his groping hands and lustful eyes.
Instead, she was quite relieved to see Donnon stumble toward her, hands held out to show he was unarmed—as if that was necessary.
“I was about to…well, I don’t know, but it would’ve hurt you,” Rhona said. “Maybe I’d have had the trees’ shadows suck you up so that you’d be stuck in the ground.”
“You can do that?” He approached, taking her hands in his and moving in to kiss her on the forehead.
She leaned into him, glad for the comfort. With everything going on they hadn’t had the chance to catch up, much less be intimate. For now, a quick hug and a kiss would have to do.
“I honestly don’t know,” she finally replied. “What I’m capable of, I mean. That’s…kind of why I’m out here away from everyone.”
“You should be resting.” He pulled back, frowning. “Not…what? Practicing?”
She nodded. “The things I’ve done, it’s like… Are there no bounds? The shadow seems to have its own free will, though, part of me feels like it’s doing what I subconsciously want it to do.”
“So you’re thinking there’s a way to control it.”
“Or at least guide it,” she replied with a shrug.
“Aye, actually, that makes sense.” He glanced around, then pointed to a rock the size of a fist that was leaning against a tree root. “There—maybe start small. Can you move the rock?”
“I carried your daughter and myself a pretty damn far. I don’t think a rock will be a problem.”
“But like you said, that was your subconscious taking over.”
She rolled her eyes, hating being reminded of her own words. Although, starting small probably wasn’t the worst idea.
With a deep breath she lifted her hands, not sure what to do at this point, and stared at the rock.
Nothing happened.
Donnon bit his lip, glanced her way, then back to the rock. “Here, let me help.” He moved to her and took her hands, then maneuvered them for her in a circular pattern. “None of us are really sure why the hand motions help, and it’s not like we’re really drawing a specific pattern. It’s about helping you visualize the spell, I think. So if you want to open a door to the realm of magic or whatever it is, start with a circle. If you want to push with that magic, push. If you want to lift, lift. If you want to—”
“I get it,” she interrupted, and then did the circle on her own and lifted with both hands.
Again, nothing.
“Ahhh!” she shouted, louder than she had meant to considering that she didn’t want the others to know she was doing this, especially Alastar. In that moment of frustration, she pushed the rock, and was both aware that her eyes had turned black and that the rock had rolled a few times.
“Interesting,” Donnon muttered, rubbing his chin. “How often would you say you’ve been…what’s the word…emotional? When casting a spell, I mean.”
“Does freaked the hell out count for being emotional?”
He laughed. “Let’s say it does.”
She thought back, trying to remember. “As far as I can recall, every time.”
He nodded. “So far your magic has been attached to your emotions, then. But that might just be another facet of your subconscious, something we could change if you are able to control it better, harness it.”
“Like focus on what I’m feeling when I’m emotional, frustrated, scared, whatever, and then ‘abra-ca-zoom’?”
“Skip the catch phrase, but…” He nodded.
“Right, that was just as an example.”
He smiled the way she loved for him to when he looked at her, then gestured to the rock.
This time she did as they had discussed, focusing on the feelings of being scared and frustrated. At first it didn’t happen, but then she put all her focus on a memory—one she hadn’t even realized she had until just then: a woman and a man arguing, shouting, and then light and dark exploding around them, encircling them, and then…it was gone, their bodies dropping to the ground as little Rhona watched.
With a wave of her hands, the shadow around the rock surged onto it like water through a floodgate, and suddenly the rock exploded. Fragments lodged in the tree, and one would have hit Donnon if he hadn’t been so quick to dodge.
She stared, confused, and then fell to her knees.
“What…was that?” he asked.
“I think I just saw my parents’ death.” She wrapped her arms around herself, rocking. “Or I remembered seeing it. I was there and…there was magic. I think magicians killed my parents.”
“Rhona…” He came over to her and wrapped an arm around her. “I’m so sorry.”
She stared at the exploded rock. “Part of me wants to scream at everything, to say I won’t touch magic after what it did to them.”
“And the other part of you?”
“That part is winning, and it says I have to master this so I don’t die the way they did. So I can impart justice if the opportunity presents itself.”
“Light and dark…”
The two made eye contact, both thinking it. “Even back then, the light…the paladins.”
“They took you two in, not out of the kindness of their hearts but because they had something to do with your parents’ death.”
Rhona nodded, agreeing. It made her brain hurt, but it made sense in a twisted way.
This time she turned to the tree and remembered all the emotions she had just experienced, along with the feeling that had gone through her when she had used the shadows to claw the remnant. With a surge of emotions, she reached out and pulled one hand through the air, as if ripping it to shreds with her fingernails. The effect was shocking as the shadows followed her command. As her hand passed the point of the tree she could see the shadows moving, followed by splintering wood.
She cringed with her eyes closed as chunks of wood flew. When she looked again, there were four wide gouge marks in the tree. It was as if a mighty bear had come through and torn into the tree, only this would have had to be the largest bear ever to live.
Without hesitating she did the same again, but this time she lifted her hand and plunged it down.
The shadows surged from the sky, hitting the ground ten feet in front of her so that earth flew out of what became a hole.
She looked at Donnon. He was staring at her in a mixture of shock and awe.
“How…how are you feeling?” he finally asked.
She tilted her head, then moved it in the other direction and saw the surrounding trees blur slightly.
“I’d say….drunk.”
He blinked, then smiled. “You feel drunk?”
“Aye. Like, I could go on, but…I might stumble and fall over if I kept on for too long.”
“Let’s take a break then.” He motioned to the edge of the clearing where several large stones could serve as seats, but she shook her head.
“Just…a couple more.”
“You’re sure?”
She looked at him, considering the question, then nodded. Without waiting to see what he would say, she turned, moved her hands in a circle, and then pushed out. The shadow moved like a wall that slammed into the tree, causing it to groan as if it were about to fall over.
A deep breath and she spun again, this time focusing on the other side of the clearing, and then she was there, pulled along by the shadows as if she were one of them. The movement left her staggering, then she collapsed to her knees.
Donnon was there a moment later, holding her by the shoulder with his other arm wrapped around her.
“That’s enough for one day.” He helped her to stand.
For a moment she considered arguing, but instead she just laughed. “I did it! Did you see that?”
He beamed. “It was…amazing.”
As Rhona’s head spun she leaned into him, closed her eyes, and said, “Let’s get me back to…rest. For now. But I can’t wait to get at this again tomorrow.”
FROM JUSTIN >>> Holy cow, have you seen all the amazing Age of Magic and KGU books coming out lately? It’s an honor to be among such a great crowd! And yes, bringing you the third book in my series makes my heart warm. As you might have noticed, I gave some time between book 2 and 3. This was for various reasons, including that my books tie into PT Hylton’s to a degree, so we’re releasing them as they should be read, pretty much. You don’t have to read either series to know what’s going on / follow the stories, but it makes for a richer experience (more so in this book and his fourth). I also have some easter eggs hidden in my Reclaiming Honor book 7 that tie into his books, and you’ll see something she up in his 4th in that regard.
Is anyone reading this who has NO IDEA what I’m talking about? This is the third book in my Hidden Magic Chronicles, which ties into a larger Age of Magic series (which also… loosely for now, ties into the Kurtherian Gambit Universe). I know – intense, right? It really is, and the readers seem to love that fact. There is so much to this world, and you get all these different angles. Imagine – you hear about some other race/ culture / time period, and oh, you can go read an entire series based on that. Crazy! And a lot of fun for us writers, let me tell you.

