Storm Callers Audiobook Release!
Storm Callers: Storms of Magic Book 2
By P.T. Hylton & Michael Anderle
The audiobook for Storm Callers: Age of Magic: A Kurtherian Gambit Series: Storms of Magic, Book 2 is now available!
When the storm clouds gather, only the bravest answer the call.
Abbey and Dustin head to the Storm Wall to investigate a series of Barskall attacks. They arrive in the midst of a battle and discover an unlikely ally. They soon learn of a powerful weapon they can use to stop Dahlia and her seafaring pirates…
If they can find it in time.
The search will take them deep into enemy territory where their only hope for survival is the resourcefulness of their small but feisty crew.
As they race to find the weapon, a mysterious group of Storm Callers threatens to take over the seas and pave the wave for a whole new breed of Storm Raiders.
Set on the foundation laid by the Kurtherian Gambit Series, Storm Callers tells an entirely new story in the Age of Magic – and of the heroes and villains who battle for control of its destiny.
Return of Victory – Snippet 1
Return of Victory, Reclaiming Honor Book VIII
By Justin Sloan & Michael Anderle
Snippet 1
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Valerie had never realized that being alone with her thoughts would be so cathartic, but sailing across the Atlantic by herself certainly provided that opportunity. After her coms device went on the fritz halfway across, she was left staring out at the darkness to the west. She just wished the airship would hurry the hell up so she could get to New York before war broke out.
A part of her still believed there would be a way to mitigate this fire that her friends had started, but the rest of her thought that a final war to end it all wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. Pull out all the rats and cut off their heads, so that they and the disease they had brought upon the lands would be gone once and for all.
That wasn’t all she thought about, though, as she sailed. She thought about how she had almost returned to the military compound where she was raised, how she could have very easily touched down in Old Paris and visited her old haunts, searching out clues to her life before she was turned into a vampire. Now that those thoughts were in the past, she realized what a trap such actions would have been. Could she ever have escaped? Even if she had physically departed, she was certain she wouldn’t have left mentally.
It was time to accept that she was a new person, that she had moved on.
Michael’s Justice Enforcer wouldn’t meander about in her old life. She’d be on the front edge making a difference. For now, that meant defending New York for what she hoped was the final time. After that? She had no idea.
Two thoughts occurred to her, though, as she sailed back. The first was the question of how she would explain the whole situation with faking her own death in New York, if she had to do so. She supposed simply telling the truth would work. The second was about Robin and having left her up north in Toronto. She wasn’t regretting that, but she wondered about her, about how they had become romantically involved to begin with. Here she was, this super-powerful vampire, taking a younger, less-experience vampire under her wing, and they had become somewhat involved. Nothing too serious, though it had been glorious. She would never forget the way the woman had kissed her after taking down Slaver’s Peak, but they hadn’t even gone as far as her and Jackson, and even that wasn’t much. Still, had it been wrong of her?
She tried to put herself in Robin’s shoes, and wanted to hit herself. A powerful older vampire comes along and gives you oogly-eyes? It would be pretty damned hard to resist. Imagine if Michael, after helping her take down Donovan, had swept her up in his arms and pressed his lips against hers. There was no way she would’ve been able to refuse. In fact, she thought about it now, imagining the strength, how it would’ve felt, his tongue—NO! She laid back in the one-woman airship, closing her eyes and sighing.
Promise Number One to herself was never have thoughts like that again. He was with Bethany Anne, in a sense. Two vampires that, as far as Valerie knew, could read minds. Best to figure out how to picture Michael as her grandfather or something, so she didn’t get her head ripped off by a jealous lover. Ah, shit, best not to think of Bethany Anne as a jealous lover, either, Valerie thought. Another way to likely get her head torn off.
For a moment she pondered the idea of the infamous Bethany Anne, wondering if she really was the type to tear heads off or if Valerie was letting the old rumors of her vampire days with the Forsaken get the best of her.
Promise Number Two time. She swore to herself right then and there to not let romance stuff get in the way of her duty, and to not let herself get in a position where her power might influence someone to go for her.
Promise Number Three. She was going to kick so much ass here that no motherfuckers would ever consider attacking her, her people, or anyplace in this hemisphere ever again. The sound of her feet hitting asses would reverberate across the world, she decided, so that even those back in Europe, Asia, and everywhere else would think twice.
It seemed like she had been sailing for an eternity. But as a gust of wind rocked the ship, she thought she saw something in the distance. Land! She jumped up and whooped, unable to contain her excitement.
“Did you miss me?” she asked as the ‘something’ grew larger and she could make out the tall buildings and city lights of New York.
She was back, and ready for action.
***
The comm device buzzed at Sandra’s side and she leaped up, reaching for it, annoyed that Diego wasn’t there to grab it for her. They had agreed, however, that it was best to take turns at HQ, being ready and making plans for this war that was supposedly going to happen.
All they had so far was the threat Diego had returned with. An army of nomads, wackos, Forsaken and Weres was out there and had teamed up to declare war on New York. While Sandra and the other members of the New York Council were taking every possible precaution—including recalling Valerie and even reaching out to Colonel Walton—they didn’t really know how large a force they were up against.
“Valerie?” Sandra asked, having seen the name on the device but still too excited to really believe it.
“It’s me, yeah.”
“What the hell? I’ve been trying to get through to you.”
“No need, I’m here.”
Sandra held the comm device out and stared at it, then pulled it back and said, “Wait…here? You made it? Like, ‘in New York’ here?”
“As in ‘I flew straight back from Europe and am landing in New York as we speak,’ yes. That ‘here.’” Valerie laughed, which reminded Sandra how much she had missed that laugh. “Where do you need me?”
Sandra thought about this a moment, then said, “Meet me at HQ. We have to brief you on the situation.”
“Sure, but first—I don’t suppose you’ve seen Cammie and Royland?”
With a sigh, Sandra replied, “That’s part of the situation. I’ll tell you when you get there.”
“Sandra…”
“Yes, okay? She made it, but she’s not here now. She went out to…gather intel.”
“Gather intel?” Valerie asked.
“In a sense.”
“Sandra, so help me—”
“Okay, okay.” Sandra hadn’t wanted to tell Valerie and get her worked up, not until they were all in a room discussing it rationally. Too late. “The short version is, there’s a community out there, one of our new allies, and we think they’ll be hit first by the attack. Cammie and Royland had meant to go back to the island, but when they heard what was potentially happening, they volunteered to take a small force and go to the front lines, in a sense.”
“Oh my God, Sandra, and you let them?”
“Hey, I’ve tried talking Cammie out of things before. She’s as pig-headed as you are.”
“I’m going after them.”
“See?” Sandra chuckled despite herself. “Pig-headed. At least come by HQ first, get briefed. Then we can make decisions.”
“The decision’s made,” Valerie replied. “But sure, I want to see you first anyway. I’ll be there in ten. But if I am ten minutes too late to help them…”
“I can’t wait to see you too,” Sandra said and hung up, then rolled out of bed, hoping this stupid nausea would go away soon.
Working with Audio Talent to Create Audiobooks
At LMBPN publishing, we make a HUGE effort to get all of our books into audio. But if you’ve read the books, you know the names can get a little… uh, difficult to pronounce.
The immensely talented narrators we work with prep the books and then contact us for pronunciation help. Here’s a little something Martha Carr provided to narrator Carly Robins as a pronunciation guide to help with Waking Magic, book two in the Leria Chronicles, by Martha and Michael Anderle.
These are the names you’ll hear pronounced by Martha: Sigland, Rhazdon, Altrea Extendia, Reflectus Moranus, Hoomanna, Altrea Extendia, Perrom, Trevilsom Prison, Druina, Ossonia, Arpak, Azrakan, and Nastratium.
Sued for Peace Audiobook Release!
Sued for Peace: The Kurtherian Gambit, Book 11
By Michael Anderle
Greed and fear, two emotions that rule both individuals…and countries.
Now, China has decided that they will do whatever it takes to acquire TQB technology.
There was a glaring flaw in their plan. When they kill an unborn little baby in a raid, the Queen Bitch is released.
Now, China has two options…Kill Bethany Anne, or sue for peace.
Born Into Flames Audiobook Release!
Born into Flames, Reclaiming Honor Book V Audiobook
By Justin Sloan & Michael Anderle
Out of the shadows and into the fire.
When Valerie and Robin head north to take on an army of post-apocalyptic pirates, the deadly duo find themselves on a thrill-ride of air-ship battles and full-on assaults against pirate strongholds.
Her friends back in Old Manhattan discover an attempt at mutiny, while Sandra learns that being an expecting mother doesn’t mean she has to stop kicking ass and taking names.
Everyone must step up their game, or be consumed by the flames of this new world.
Shades of Glory RELEASE!
Shade of Glory, The Hidden Magic Chronicles Book 3
By Justin Sloan & Michael Anderle
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.
Cloaked – The Ascension Myth Snippet 02 of XXX
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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
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
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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.