Spotlight & Excerpt: Exile’s Quest + Giveaway

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Exile’s Quest

Assassins of Landria Book 4

by Gail Z. Martin

Genre: Dark Epic Fantasy

 

Buddy flick epic fantasy! The fourth in the Assassins of Landria series from the award-winning, bestselling author of Scourge: A Novel of Darkhurst and The Chronicles of The Necromancer.

A vacant throne. A dark mystic intent on the crown. Two fugitive assassins risking everything to save the kingdom that exiled them.

Rule-breaking, unconventional assassins Joel “Ridge” Breckenridge and Garrett “Rett” Kennar are caught between dangerous allies and deadly enemies as the future of Landria hangs in the balance. The council of regents controlled by the Witch Lord threatens the succession after King Kristoph’s murder. Rett escaped his brutal captors scarred in body and mind. Now he’s struggling to control the untested powers unleashed by his ordeal and dream walks to a hidden cloister full of forbidden magic. Falsely accused of treason, Ridge hunts the mage who damaged Rett and uncovers a terrifying new threat.

Can a desperate gamble by outlaws and exiles avenge the king and save the crown?

Exile’s Quest is an action-packed epic adventure filled with loyal friends, honorable fugitives, secret sanctuaries, hidden magic, and unexpected explosions.

Praise for Gail Z. Martin

I give Assassin’s Honor a well-deserved five plus stars. Looking forward to more by this author.” – Locks Hooks and Books

A fun book from the first page. An exciting ride with interesting characters, a different world, a boatload of tension and danger around every corner.” – Mixed Book Bag on Assassin’s Honor

Assassin’s Honor is a delicious mix of dark adventure, mystery, binding friendship, and snark. This story was a delight from beginning to end.” – Dab of Darkness

Full of adventure, explosions, spies, and humor.” – Iron Canuck Reviews on Sellsword’s Oath

Scourge: A Novel of Darkhurst offers the reader a popcorn-popping page-turner that will brook no interruption!” – Dark Corners blog

There’s plenty of action and plot embroidery, and the pages turn easily.” – Kirkus Reviews on Ice Forged

Those who enjoy the large-scale fantasy of George R.R. Martin and Robert Jordan should enjoy this.” – Library Journal on The Sworn

Adventure with wholehearted passion.” – SFX on The Summoner

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“Your magic has grown stronger,” Malachi, the infamous mage of Rune Keep, said as he set a cup of hot tea on the table in front of Rett.
“It wasn’t worth the price.” The bitterness in Rett’s tone wasn’t directed at Malachi. The necromancer had given him shelter, healed the worst of his physical wounds, and brought him back from the brink of death, tethering his fragile soul to a broken body and scarred mind.
Rett still hadn’t decided whether that was mercy or torment.
Malachi sat across from him and took a sip of tea before answering. “No benefit can be worth the torture you endured. But to come away with something valuable—it’s better than nothing.”
“I guess. So far, I can’t see that the new abilities are much use.”
Joel “Ridge” Breckenridge and Garrett “Rett” Kennard were King’s Shadows, dispatched to deal with the highest level of threat to the Kingdom of Landria and its monarch. Unlike the other Shadows who worked alone, Ridge and Rett fought as a team, best friends since their orphanage days. Their methods were unorthodox, but their unmatched success rate spoke for itself.
Until now.
When traitors detonated explosives to kill the king, Rett had been next to Kristoph, buried in the rubble with him. Someone dragged Rett from the wreckage, but “rescue” wasn’t their intent.
The Duke of Letwick had been one of the planners behind the assassination, under the sway of Yefim Makery, the mystical “Witch Lord.” Letwick and a man he called “Doctor” had taken Rett to an abandoned fortress, battered his body, and used magic and powerful hallucinogenic drugs to assault his mind.
Ridge and their valet Henri were missing, presumed dead. They believed the same about Rett, and by the time they learned the truth, Rett had endured months at the hands of “Duke” and Doctor. He’d been barely alive and not quite sane when Ridge mounted a rescue.
He and Ridge had been falsely accused of treason, wrongly blamed for killing the king.


Gail Z. Martin writes urban fantasy, epic fantasy, steampunk and more for Solaris Books, Orbit Books, Falstaff Books, SOL Publishing and Darkwind Press. Urban fantasy series include Deadly Curiosities and the Night Vigil (Sons of Darkness). Epic fantasy series include Darkhurst, the Chronicles Of The Necromancer, the Fallen Kings Cycle, the Ascendant Kingdoms Saga, and the Assassins of Landria.

Together with Larry N. Martin, she is the co-author of Iron & Blood, Storm & Fury (both Steampunk/alternate history), the Spells Salt and Steel comedic horror series, the Roaring Twenties monster hunter Joe Mack Shadow Council series, and the Wasteland Marshals near-future post-apocalyptic series. As Morgan Brice, she writes urban fantasy MM paranormal romance, with the Witchbane, Badlands, Treasure Trail, Kings of the Mountain and Fox Hollow series. Gail is also a con-runner for ConTinual, the online, ongoing multi-genre convention that never ends.

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Spotlight & Excerpt – Arigale: Spite in the Spirit + Giveaway

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Arigale: Spite in the Spirit

by Denise O. Eaton

Genre: Dark Epic Fantasy

 

Judith and Chit are called to the lonely tower outside their city with little explanation. The one who summoned them is an old Elven wizard named Maleth, who will send them on a quest to lower their floating city of Arigale to where it once resided. Maleth is intrigued by Judith’s strange form of necromantic magic, yet he is also certain of the anxious young man training to be a spearman and scholar.

Judith, a bubbly yet mysterious young woman, is eager to accept. Chit remains withdrawn and cautious, a remnant of being raised by the Order that presides over their land. Soon, both discover their meeting with the wizard carried dire consequences. Can they accomplish what has been asked of them and save Arigale by exploring the land below, no matter the lengths they must go to?

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Judith let go of Jacob’s power and hit the ground hard. She grunted as she raised herself to her hands and knees and placed a hand on Chit’s back. He was breathing hard through his nostrils as they flared, and he gripped the sword he held. The echoes of more footfalls from the hall hit her ears and she grabbed Chit around the waist from behind. Blood soaked into her robes from how wet his own were.
Chit struggled as he heard them approach, but she held tight as her wings sprouted again, and they were both carried into the sky and over the wall of the church. He screamed as he fought against her, “Let me go!”
“No! I’m not letting you get yourself killed like that! Besides, Chinea begged you to leave! Do you really not care about how she wanted to help you?”
Her words struck him mute, and he hung there limp in her arms as she endeavored to carry them both as far as she could away from the church.
Then, as they crossed the barrier that led outside, she peered over at her house from far above and sighed, “Nothing worth keeping from my place anyways. Guess I’m really an outcast now, huh? We can’t head back.” Her words came with weight, but she tried to chuckle to ease up on things. No matter what she said over their flight, Chit remained limp.
Her strength began to give way over the forest at the Edgelands, and she carefully navigated the trees to descend in the thick of it. The sounds and smells here were familiar to her, but also pulled at distant memories. Enough that the darkness of the trees unnerved her. Life sprang back into her staff with her sister’s green glow. The light was helpful to check on Chit for wounds.
“I can’t see much with this heavy robe,” she muttered to him as she leaned him against a tree trunk. “I’m just going to remove the top layer, ok?” She waited a moment, but he didn’t even blink at her. As the long robe that swallowed him was lifted up over his head, she could see the wound to his shoulder more clearly. It was already crusted into his tunic, which she wasn’t even surprised was also black as night, as were his pants. Her hands traced him along his sides checking for broken bones or any sign of a pained reaction, until she hit his legs and he threw his head back into the bark with a sharp hiss.
“Dammit!” He hollered and drew his legs back closer to him.
“Sorry! Sorry!” Judith winced and stretched her legs out in front of her. When Chit saw the arrow still sticking out of her leg, he hunkered down and turned his head away. Judith pressed her lips into a firm line and gripped the shaft. The injury was only as deep as the head. She took a breath and ripped it out with a muffled scream into her sleeve that made him shrink even more.
“I-I… should have b-been looking out for you b-better.”
“You weren’t even looking out for yourself that well. I get it.” Her voice trailed off into the sounds of nature that surrounded them. Crickets, owls, and frogs were abundant, far more so than anyone in the city limits ever heard unless they worked the land in the daylight. With her sister’s help, she could even hear a stream not too far away from them under the chirping of insects.
“Still, I-I…” He folded in on himself as his tail wrapped around him and covered up to his waist.
“It’s alright. There’s water near. I can try and support you, but I’m limping myself. First, we should try and clean these wounds out.” She kept her voice soft as she hoisted his arm onto her shoulder. “Like you helped me before, ok?”
“This is more than th-that,” he whispered, and she patted his back. Then, before they could move an inch, new noises caught her off guard. The grass crumpled, a flicker of a small flame, and someone’s breath that wasn’t their own filled the night.


Denise O. Eaton grew up in a small town in southern Missouri, and from a young age, she chose fantasy literature as a means to broaden her horizons within her rural community. Following this passion and wishing to give back to others, she went on to earn a degree in Creative Writing from Webster University in December 2014. The Arigale series is her first foray into publishing, and she has been working on it since 2019. When she isn’t writing she enjoys meeting with her Dungeons and Dragons group, watching fantasy and anime shows, practicing tarot, or planning her next cosplay costume.

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Spotlight & Excerpt: Goddess of Limbo + Giveaway

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Goddess of Limbo

The Forgotten Splinters Chronicles Book 1

by Lea Falls

Genre: Dark Epic Fantasy

 

Free will is a relic of the past. Souls have a prewritten path to heaven. If they miss it, they are doomed to roam the lost realm of limbo as splinters of their former selves or worse—as demons.

Their only hope is the reaper Alames, whose own soul shattered when her celestial lover, Balthos, usurped their creators to make them gods. In her absence, he builds a pantheon of monsters and tricks the mortals, whom he blames for his grief, into worshiping him. But when a new generation defies Balthos’s law, Alames’s splinters appear among them.

Brilliant physicist Ally longs for progress and innovation, but the Council controlling her nation strips the “Mad Princess” of power. Pregnant and uncertain, the unrivaled Captain Se’azana abandons her career for the false promises of love. The starving serf Richard makes a deal with a Fae demon to save his son. And teenage rebel Vana trades her guitar for a blade when faced with ruthless nobility.

When worlds tear and hearts break, will they defy the gods’ narrative to create a brighter future or will they obey the lies preached and doom their soul forever?

For fans of THE STORMLIGHT ARCHIVE and THE PRIORY OF THE ORANGE TREE comes an epic rollercoaster ride of demons, rebellion, and dark magic.

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“Mommy, is Edejen the woman who starved?”
Dotty’s cheeks turned pink. “We’ll talk about it later, sweets.”
Vana crossed her arms. “But, Mommy, we still had potatoes. Why didn’t we give them to her? She could eat mine. I hate potatoes.”
“I’m so sorry, Dick.”
Richard waved Dotty off. “Don’t worry about it.” He missed when Pier was that age. The younger the kid, the smaller their problems. Pier used to lecture him that the royals and the peasants needed to meet over soup and talk openly about what they wanted from one another. The simplicity of his solutions had been comforting.
Richard leaned forward toward Vana. “Your mommy shared a lot with us already, and we passed it on and shared with others as well. Do you know the Belladonnas?” Vana nodded. “We gave them a little bit too so that everyone could be happy.”
“That’s stupid.”
“Vana, careful.” Dotty glowered at her.
“What? I’m sorry, Dick, but that’s not very smart.”
Richard put down the whittling knife and scratched his ginger beard. He didn’t care for Dotty using his old nickname, but this little girl was adorable. “Why is that, young lady?”
“The Belladonnas have a lot of ugly horses that are mean. They bit me once. So you gave the Belladonnas the food for your wife, which they maybe gave to their horses. That’s a really poor decision.”
Richard shrugged. “What if they demanded it?”
Vana squinted her eyes. “Then we kill them.”
Richard spluttered. After all these years, the Ackermans still managed to surprise him. Dotty grabbed Vana’s wrist, making it clear that the discussion was over. “That’s enough, Vana. I’m sorry, Dick. She overheard my husband telling one of his stories the other night and has gotten some ideas into her head.”
“It’s cute,” he said, then snapped his fingers at the boy, Jules, who was still holding the fox. “Hey, boy, you want that?”
Jules glanced at Vana, then nodded.
“Take it. It’s yours.”
His face lit up with joy that warmed the cold winter air. Richard needed to make motus, but if he could make some children happy first, he’d take the win.
Dotty shook her head and reached into her pouch. “Let me give you a coin for that.”
Richard crossed his arms. “Don’t worry about it.”
“Dick . . .”
“Don’t worry about it; I’ll figure it out. Always do.” Except, he hadn’t, but he didn’t want Dotty’s sympathy to sustain him, especially not when it stemmed from some romanticized memories of her lost brother, Brice.
Dotty studied him. “You’re not thinking about signing up for the war against Virisunder, are you? I saw the recruitment posters all over town.”
Richard bit his lip. He had thought about it. It would be a selfless way to ensure a good future for Pier. It would also jeopardize his place in it. The thought of missing the birth of his grandchildren kept him away from the recruitment tent.
“No, don’t worry about me.”
Dotty sighed. “Someone ought to.”
Vana pushed in front of her mother. “Can I pick one too?” Dotty yanked at her wrist. “No, wait. Mom, I will mind the shop for three hours if you give me that rose.”
“Clever girl you got there, Dotty.”
Dotty sighed again, the exasperated sound of a young mother. Richard missed that noise as well. “Let’s go, you two.” She took Jules’s hand.
“But, Mom—”
“We’re leaving.” She dragged them away from his stall and looked over her shoulder. “Bye, Dick. Look after yourself.”
Richard waved after them and watched as they disappeared into the busy market. He slumped down and waited once more. Some people glanced at his work while passing, but apart from Dotty, no one had stopped. It was the war’s fault. Who wanted to buy toys during wartimes?


Lea Falls is a writer, actor, and passionate lover of stories. Equally drawn to page and stage, she’s written plays, screenplays, poetry, short stories, and two novels, and has acted in numerous short films, plays, and improv shows. She earned her BFA in Acting at the Academy of Art University in San Francisco and attended the Yale Writers Workshop. After a brief call and response with Londontown, she now lives in NYC with her wife, two cats, and a slither of skyline that never fails to inspire her. There, she spends her days murmuring lines over a keyboard or a script.

GODDESS OF LIMBO is her debut novel. Her short story EMILY’S HEIRS will appear in Hansen House’s ELIXIR: STORIES OF HOPE AND HEALING (AN LGBTQ+ SFF ANTHOLOGY), set to release in January 2022.

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