Shades of Glory RELEASE!

Shade of Glory, The Hidden Magic Chronicles Book 3

By Justin Sloan & Michael Anderle

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An army of sorcerers has taken over.

Rhona and Alastar have formed alliances and been learning how to master their magic.

The fight that awaits is bound to be epic. But will they be enough when put up against a goddess?

Journey into an undercover mission by two mystics, a journey into the kingdom of the south where new secrets are uncovered, and a land of elemental-based magic and, maybe… 

A unicorn.

In the penultimate book of the Hidden Magic Chronicles, these two families learn the secrets of their past, discover the expanse of their magical abilities, and find new friendships in unsuspected places.

Shades of Glory – Snippet 3

Shades of Glory, The Hidden Magic Chronicles Book 3

By Justin Sloan and Michael Anderle

Snippet 3

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“Remnant!” a voice shouted, then repeated itself again, “Remnant nearby, and they’re attacking a group led by Laird Lokane!”

Alastar sat up, confused, head hurting from an uneasy sleep, and then registered that it was Kia shouting as she ran past a barely alert guard. Several around the camp were rousing, all turning with confusion, and he glanced around, worried about his sister—only to find her curled up against Donnon.

Estair hadn’t been able to sleep near Alastar, much to his annoyance. Laird Summers had a protective watch over her, and still hadn’t warmed to the idea of her being friendly with a paladin.

Others were murmuring about the disturbance, some brushing her off as a silly girl, but Alastar knew better. Donnon and Rhona knew better. The three were at her side in an instant.

“What is it?” Donnon asked his daughter.

She repeated herself, saying she had seen the remnant out there and come across a man who said he was with Laird Lokane.

Donnon rubbed his temple and shook his head. “Remind me to scold you later for being out there without one of us.”

“You’re gonna hold my hand whenever I have to pee?” she asked, glaring.

“Something tells me that was not what you were doing,” Rhona replied, and the girl’s frown vanished, quickly replaced with a sheepish grin.

“Fine. Point is, they’re in trouble.”

Alastar turned to the spot where he’d laid down to sleep and grabbed his sword and armor. As he readied himself, he said, “Let’s get to it then.” Turning to address the rest of them, he continued, “You all heard her. There’re remnant out there that mean to do harm to humans. We won’t stand by and let that happen.

Summers was there a moment later, Estair at his side.

“Lair Lokane is no friend of mine,” Summers said, folding his arms.

“Well, he is of mine,” Estair argued, earning her a truly annoyed glare from the man. “And I’ll go to his defense.”

“We’re in no condition to run off to a fight right now,” Summers replied. “Let them fend for themselves, while we—”

“Cower?” Kia interrupted.

“Dear,” Donnon said, holding her arm. “We mustn’t speak to a laird so. But…” He looked for his weapon and then found it. As he picked it up, he continued, “She’s right, sir.”

Summers’ face went beet-red and he grumbled something under his breath. With a wave of his hand, he said, “Forget our safety when there’s glory and honor to be had.”

Alastar laughed, but quickly hid the amusement. He knew going to the defense of the others was without question the right thing to do here, but he didn’t want to get on the laird’s bad side.

Instead, he turned to Kia. “Lead the way.”

“I think you mean ‘point the way,’” Donnon corrected him.

Kia shook her head. “I’m part of this battle whether you like it or not, Dad.”

Donnon’s mouth fell open and he looked to the others for support, but Alastar just shrugged.

“She’s one of our most powerful magic users,” he noted.

Rhona nodded.

“You’re all out to send me to an early grave,” Donnon said, wiping his brow before turning to his daughter and nodding. “Fine, but you stay in the rear. If you were to get hurt, I’d never forgive myself.”

“Trust me, Dad, I’m not a huge fan of pain.” She smiled and turned back the way she had come, shouting, “Try to keep up, old man.”

“She really is going to give me a heart attack,” Donnon remarked as he ran after her, battle ax in hand and the others close behind.

As Alastar sprinted, doing his best to hold his long sword at his side so it didn’t bounce around too much, he noted the hint of a smile on his sister’s face.

“What?”

“I’m not allowed to smile when running into a fight?”

He laughed. “Is that who you are now?”

“Not exactly, no,” she admitted, “but it’s a relief to be going up against remnant instead of an army of sorcerers, wouldn’t you say?”

He had to agree with that, especially since the two of them were still figuring out how their magic worked. Maybe if they’d had more time to train or someone to show them how to use their magic, they wouldn’t have had to retreat after defeating the High Paladin.

Part of him still didn’t believe that was over, that he had slain the man he had looked up to for so long. Sir Gildon had been the closest thing Alastar had to a father; the only one who knew how to really use the power of light. And he’d been a liar, a murderer, and a traitor to his people.

Alastar would have been happy to go up against the paladins to teach them a lesson about loyalty and what was right in this world. Dealing with an army of remnant would have to do—for now.

A shout and then a burst of flame came from ahead.

More shouts, and then a flaming remnant stumbled toward him.

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Giles nodded. “Yeah. I mean, the talisman I had there and then took to Teshov was the one I found on Earth, if you remember. That means we haven’t found any pieces of the puzzle in the Estarian culture. And with what I showed you and Molly about the similarities in the genetic makeup of the Zhyn and the Estarians, it seems only logical that there will be one in Estarian culture.”

Lance grunted, and Giles continued, “Arlene and I both believe that there are cultural similarities too. Like, similarities in their ascension myths.”

Lance frowned. “You mean you think they’re both talking about the same phenomenon?”

Giles’ face lit up “Exactly!”

Reynolds rubbed his chin, his elbows resting on the table. “Hmm. Yes, Molly had mentioned as much.”

“Molly?” Giles asked, curious.

Lance nodded. “Yeah, she was also interested in getting answers about this.”

Giles thought for a moment. “You mean because of her realm-jumping thing?”

Lance took a slurp of coffee and then pushed the mug away, deciding he’d had enough. “Yes, I believe so.” He paused, watching Giles’ reactions carefully. “Do you think it’s related?”

Giles nodded. “Almost certainly. There’s a bigger picture we’re not seeing yet. I think gathering these two fragments—the oracle from Orn, and whatever the Estarian equivalent is, will give us some definites to work with.”

Lance took a deep breath. “Well, you have my blessing.” He paused, settling back in the seat. “You’ll be taking Arlene with you, of course?”

Giles looked resistant for a moment before quickly realizing that the suggestion Lance had made wasn’t actually a suggestion. He gathered his thoughts. “Yes, Uncle Lance. I’ll be taking Arlene to babysit me,” he teased.

Lance’s face relaxed a little. “Very good,” he acknowledged. “So tell me, this ‘do’ your mother is organizing tomorrow… What time does it start?”

Aboard the ArchAngel, Comms Room AA19

Arlene sat immersed in her holo screens, her audio implants tuning out the sounds around her and playing a brain-synch track to help her focus. She scrolled through one of the holo documents, trying to figure out if there was a connection between that and the other account she had been reading.

She felt a nudge on her shoulder.

She turned, half-expecting it to have been a random muscle spasm or even a sensation from the realm-jumping she had been doing earlier. When she concentrated hard, she sometimes lost her grounding.

But then she saw that there was someone standing just behind her.

She flicked her audio to ambient and looked up. “Oh, Giles. You scared me!” she said, a hint of annoyance in her voice.

Giles pulled a console chair next to her. “No I didn’t,” he told her. “You could have an armed warrior sneak up next to you, and you’d be ready to poke his eyes out with your elbow.

Arlene turned back to her document, her face perfectly straight. “That is true.”

Giles chuckled. “So, I have news,” he offered.

Arlene continued studying her screens, flicking between one and another as if she were on the brink of a meaningful breakthrough. “Uh huh,” she muttered.

Giles leaned back in his chair. “Yeah. You want the good news or the bad?”

Arlene leaned forward a little, and turned her head toward him. She narrowed her eyes. “Gimme the bad first. Always.”

Giles grinned. “The bad news is, I need to take you with me.”

Arlene tried her best to look annoyed. “And the good news?” she asked.

Giles’ grin spread a little wider. “The good news is, the general has put us onto the Orn thing. We can leave wherever we want.” He rocked a little in the console chair, waiting for the praise to follow.

Arlene didn’t answer and went back to her screens.

Giles sat up suddenly. “What? What’s the problem?” he pressed.

Arlene minimized her holo screens and turned to him. “What’s the problem?” she repeated his question, a hint of frustration in her voice now.

Giles eyes opened in bewilderment. “Yeah.”

Arlene clasped her hands together on her lap. “I’ll tell you what the problem is! Apart from the fact that only a few weeks ago you went and surrendered your sorry ass to a known terrorist organization. Apart from that, and the hell you put us all through…you left me.”

Giles’ eyes wrinkled up in confusion. “What? When?” he asked, searching his memory.

Arlene frowned at him. “Seventy years ago. We had a row, and I thought we were going to figure it out. And then I came home one evening and you were just…gone.”

Giles’ mouth dropped open. “I left because you told me to!”

Arlene scowled at him. “I did no such thing!”

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Storm Breakers Release!

Storm Breakers, Storms of Magic Book 3

By P.T. Hylton and Michael Anderle

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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

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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.

 

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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

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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

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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

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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.