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“The King’s Sons” releases TOMORROW!

thekingssons3-1Tomorrow, the Herezoth trilogy is full and complete. Book III releases, and Book I (The Crimson League) will be FREE for everyone to download.

The King’s Sons focuses largely on the second generation of sorcerers and the second generation of the royal family. Sorceress Kora Porteg–who fights to save Herezoth in The Crimson League— must return there, and she’s joined against her will by three of her children. The oldest of them, her daughter Kansten, has no magical talents. What kind of problems arise from that?

How would you feel if you, alone in your family, hadn’t the power to cast incantations? Pretty worthless, maybe?

Kansten’s brothers sent her a sympathetic smile when she joined them in the parlor. She asked about Jane Trand, and they told her she’d gone back to her office at Vane’s school, to fetch some spellbooks for them to study, so they could be better prepared for any battle.

“Uncle Zac sent you away too?” asked Walten. “Infuriating, isn’t it?”

Her knees wobbly, Kansten took a seat on the floor, against the wall. Her brothers joined her, looking concerned, and while Wilhem tapped his foot on the rug she whispered, “I wonder what Mom’s telling them, that she’d send me away like that. I’m frightened, getting more and more frightened each minute. I’ve never seen Mother’s face look the way it did when she sent me for the king.”

Wilhem reminded her, “You did ask for the job.”

“Of course I did. Magic or no magic, I’ll make myself useful. I won’t sit here twiddling my thumbs.”

Walten told her, “You’re not useless, Kansten. You’re not some kind of failure because you can’t do magic. No one thinks you’re weak, you just….”

His sister shoved him. “You do! Both of you! You think I’m too blasted weak to stand the sight of your cursed sorcery. Well, you can work magic around me. I don’t need you to protect me from my defect. What do you think I’ll do if I see you cast a spell, start crying? Throw things at you?”

Walten stroked his thin beard, looking embarrassed. Still tapping his foot, smooth-faced Wilhem tried to talk, but the sounds he made weren’t quite words. Kansten shot, “I’m as much Mom’s child as either one of you. I’m just as proud to be her child as you are, and I’m older than you both. Sure, I’m jealous of your magic. Sure, I wish I was a sorceress. That doesn’t mean I resent you, all right? It’s not your fault I’m a bloody disappointment. I don’t grudge that you have magic, but if you keep walking on eggshells around me like you think I’ll crack if I hear you mention a spell, I’ll resent you all right. I’ll grow to hate you. Stop treating me like a baby!”

Please spread the word to your reader friends who enjoy a good fantasy story. Now that the trilogy’s complete, there’s no waiting to know how everything ends: that’s always agony, I know. For sure. (Harry Potter, anyone?)

And the first book is available at no cost for a limited time (Friday and Saturday), so you can travel to Herezoth risk free and see how it suits you.


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August Hincken and the duke: THE MAGIC COUNCIL

FREE this week. Don't miss out on sorcerer-duke Vane Unsten's coming of age story.

FREE this week. Don’t miss out on sorcerer-duke Vane Unsten’s coming of age story.

In this post from The Magic Council (free all week to download at the given link), I’d like to introduce you to August Hincken. She’s one of my favorites: brave but shy, quiet, modest, with a giving spirit. Working as the queen’s nanny, she has fallen in love with Vane Unsten (Val), a sorcerer and the Duke of Ingleton. Here she discusses her prospects for the future with Bendelof Esper, a sister figure in her life, after Vane’s first appearance at court.

The tavern was busy, perhaps two-thirds full, but the women found a table near a window that looked to the street. They had ordered tea and stew before August noticed the band on Bendelof’s finger. She let out a little gasp. “Is that….?”

“Gratton and I eloped last night.”

August squealed in delight and took Bennie in a hug. “Gracious! Good gracious, that’s wonderful! But what the dickens are you doing here?”

“Getting married was spur-of-the-moment. I wouldn’t stand you up because of that, and I’m thrilled to share the news, to be honest.”

“I won’t tell Val a thing,” August promised. “You should do that yourself. Oh, I hope things went well for him yesterday. You should have seen him!”

“Was he nervous?”

“It didn’t show. Not beforehand, at least.” August lowered her voice. “I’d marry him tomorrow if he asked me. I wasn’t quite convinced where I stood before yesterday, but I am now, because he’s so sure of himself. He has been since I’ve known him, I think. He just didn’t realize it at first.”

August paused, then decided to continue. “He knows who he wants to be. He sees what he needs to do to be that person, and he’s doing it. He’s doing it, Hannah, and when I’m with him, I can’t think of anything but how much I admire him, and except in rare moments I can’t feel frightened. But when we’re apart, I’ve been here and there and all over the place trying to think straight about him and me. All the uncertainty…. Heaven knows how long that first period of turmoil will last. A month? Three years? Heaven knows how long we’ll have to keep on being guarded, when we’ll be able to finally think about marriage.”

Bennie, who still was not used to her alias and almost started at being called Hannah, at the end of August’s rant could not help but smile.

“You’re eighteen,” she said. “If you have anything, it’s time. No need to rush things.”

“Back in the day,” said August, “how did you handle not knowing what would happen? How and when it would all be over?”

Bennie rubbed her wrist—the wrist she had nearly slashed all those years ago. “I didn’t handle the stress all that well,” she admitted.

August insisted, “You handled it well enough. You’re here, aren’t you? So how did you cope?”

“I tried to focus on the reasons I got involved in the first place. When I needed a reminder, people assured me we were all in that hell together, and that however we got through it, we’d come through arm in arm. And we did, some of us.

“Now, your situation’s a bit different, isn’t it? The road might be easier the entire way than you’re expecting, but if it isn’t, you know you and Vane are in this together the same as my old crew back then, and you have some, well, some powerful friends on your side.” The king and queen. Zacry Porteg. “Keep sight of that when you get frustrated. And man alive, remember you have time. Patience is a virtue.”

August smirked. “This coming from a woman who eloped last night.”

“At age thirty-two, Little Miss. I’m sure you’ll be married long before then.”

“I don’t have a reason to complain, not compared with what you suffered at my age. But I…. Oh, I do hope things went well for him yesterday! March, you know, March will be horrendous.” That blasted Magic Council. “If things are bad in January….”

“Hopefully there’ll be time for improvement before March.”

“That’s the idea,” August agreed. “Who can say if things will unfold that way? And after March, well…. I’ve been starting to wonder, you know. How can I be a…?”

August almost said “duchess” in the middle of a tavern! She stopped herself and, feeling self-conscious, lowered her voice so that she whispered. “How can I be his wife? I’m not the kind of person people like him marry. I’d be a disaster.”

“You’d have some things to learn,” Bennie admitted. “But your employer could help you there, surely? It makes sense you’d be thinking about that, as close as you and Vane are, but don’t let it scare you away from him. Don’t let those little snags prevent you from being simply and gloriously happy together, because I think you would be. I really do.”

“I don’t know about simply,” said August. “I don’t know that anything to do with him could ever be simple. But I like to think we’d be happy, no matter what kinds of messes I’d get us in around company, and I really don’t mind the thought of waiting. I just wish I knew how long it’ll have to be, and maybe a bit of what will happen in the meantime.”

“March will be here soon enough,” Bennie told her. “Try to enjoy what time you have until then, because it won’t be pleasant when it comes. Enjoy Kansten’s birthday this Saturday.”

“I can’t go,” said August. “I have to work. I’ll have the baby. I don’t dare ask to take her with me, so I’d rather just stay here.”

“The Magic Council” is book 2 in the Herezoth trilogy. Book 1, “The Crimson League,” is on sale for just 99 cents.