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End of the Journey

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Spring is the season of rebirth and new beginnings.  Winter’s white blanket melts away, and the slumbering earth awakens.  Tender shoots spring from roots thought long dead, emerging shyly at first and then, emboldened by the warming sun and nourishing soil, they burst forth with vibrant life.

Castle of Blood, final book of the Dark Lords of Epthelion saga, begins in the spring.  Between the rocky spires atop a forbidding peak stands a beautiful castle of purest rose quartz, erected by a demon for his chosen one, a person he will endow with the Black Arts but carefully mold to his will.  So whisper the superstitious Rauths of Barren-Fel.  Hans Ogilvie rides to investigate, filled with dread, for he fears he knows the Chosen One’s identity.  The castle, if it exists, portends Hans’ death and Epthelion’s ruin.

When Hans does not return, Arganian mystic Arris Marchant rides to find him.  Initially, his brother, Davon, accompanies him; but a series of visions draw Davon to aid the beleaguered woodsmen of San-Leyon.  On their separate quests they battle shapeshifters, black magic, and an ancient evil they cannot kill.  And when Davon is later captured, Arris must somehow destroy this evil without killing his brother.

Throughout the story the demon’s allure draws even the most honorable of men to himself.  A beautiful ruler seeks to obliterate her own people and reinstitutes the gory rites of human sacrifice.  A tribal leader’s attempt to utilize a fearsome beast to evict raiders who stole their land ensnares him in a grisly contract he cannot break–and by his slightest misguided thought he murders his loved ones.  A stalwart warrior suffers a ghastly curse.  Only the demon’s destruction can free them–if Arris can accomplish this.

I loved creating this mystical tale with its exotic setting and colorful characters.  The last leg of this journey is complete.  I have now embarked on a new journey into paranormal realms, which proves every bit as intriguing as the Dark Lords of Epthelion.  I love sharing my worlds.  You can catch a glimpse of them here.

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One Leg of the Journey

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When I decided to seriously pursue my writing aspirations back in 2002, it still took a number of years before I devoted the amount of time and diligence required to transform the dream into reality.  Back then I was years from retirement, the day job paid the bills, and at the end of most days the LAST place I wanted to be was in front of another computer.  But then an idea came to mind and never went away.  Totally engaged, I had no choice but to delve deeper and keep writing.  Warrior Queen of Ha-Ran-Fel resulted.  Intended at first as a stand-alone, its publication generated enough interest for the development of a trilogy, entitled Dark Lords of Epthelion.

I enjoyed a most rewarding experience.  Writing Warrior Queen of Ha-Ran-Fel proved both an adventure and an escape.  For three to four hours every evening I left the mundane world of computer coding and set my imagination free, enjoying the ride as I waited to see where it took me.  I had but an image:  A young woman standing outside a ramshackle cottage at sunset.  The dying sun stained the cottage walls with rusty hues. A dead tree behind her raised skeletal bleached branches to the sky.  The wind lifted her blonde hair and stirred the sparse native grass at her feet.  Her face wore a haunted expression as she contemplated the darkening sky, trying to decide to which of the mysterious kingdoms surrounding her she could flee.  Whether merely unhappy or facing mortal danger I could not tell, but as she began to speak a tale of indescribable betrayal and tragedy unfolded that made me wonder:  How do you retain your sanity when the unendurable shatters your world and destroys all you hold dear?  How can you ever learn to love or trust or laugh again?

A story of human resilience, perseverance, faith, and victory emerged.  My heroine not only survived but thrived, and continued on to a more fulfilling life than she might have otherwise enjoyed. And during her journey she discovered within herself strength and abilities she didn’t know she possessed.


Warrior Queen of Ha-Ran-Fel swept me into a beautiful and enchanted world with a colorful cast of characters:  The Arganian mystics; the stalwart woodsmen; the evil sorcerer and his ambitious apprentice; the sinister peoples of the Dark Lord’s realm; and the rough-neck mercenaries, among others.  Action, suspense, and humor intertwine into an intriguing tale.  I loved writing it.  And I’d love to share my world with you.

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Lucius Mordarius

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“Fools!  They believe they have triumphed, but at the opportune moment I shall strike!  I, Lucius, Mordarius, once deemed unworthy by the Dark Lord Ryadok, shall conquer and reign supreme.  The Dragon’s colors shall fly over every kingdom in Epthelion while the Serpent cowers in his hole.  And when he does come forth, he shall serve me!”                                                                                              ~Lucius Mordarius, Warrior Queen of Ha-Ran-Fel, Book 1 of the Dark Lords of Epthelion series

Lucius Mordarius was Ryadok’s apprentice and cousin of Merewyn Havalseth, the novel’s heroine.  Orphaned at a young age, he was adopted by his uncle, Jonah Havalseth of Valhalea, who served as King Nicholas’ most trusted adviser.  His relationship to a prestigious and highly respected uncle, along with a virtuous facade gained Mordarius many friends among Valhalea’s elite.

But selfish ambition festered in a corrupt and merciless heart filled with contempt for the uncle who loved him as his son.  Mordarius’ innate craftiness, military prowess, and persuasive talents caught Anhuapta’s attention, and with seductive promises of wealth and power the Serpent god lured him into the inky bowels of Barren-Fel to Ryadok’s fortress.  Thinking Mordarius a useful puppet, Ryadok took him into his service.  Mordarius proved an apt and eager pupil, quickly mastering the Black Arts and embracing Ryadok’s vision of total dominion over all Epthelion.  However, servitude did not become Mordarius; he wanted Ryadok’s throne and position.  As a result, the enraged sorcerer cast him from a castle tower.

Anhuapta, disguised as a green dragon, appeared to Mordarius, strengthening and granting him the power needed to engage Ryadok.  He still sustained Ryadok, but throughout the story pitted one against the other in a quest to determine and then elevate the stronger of the two.

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Dark Lords of Epthelion: Ryadok

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“. . .you think I hold the people in bondage as mindless slaves.  Not so; I unite them in a common purpose under one banner.  Think back over the years, when each kingdom had its own king.  They fought each other, not only between kingdoms, but within kingdoms.  They had no unity, no peace!  Every kingdom wanted something another kingdom had, and rather than share, they fought!  There was greed!  There was strife!  There was war and there was death!  That my hypocritical, judgmental friend, constitutes the highest form of slavery!”                                                                        ~Ryadok, Barren-Fel’s last great sorcerer, Warrior Queen of Ha-Ran-Fel, Book 1 of the Dark Lords of Epthelion series.

Handsome.  Cunning.  Calculating.  Seductive.  Deceptive warmth covering an icy, heartless core.  Ryadok, Anhuapta’s favorite, the last of Barren-Fel’s malignant sorcerer kings–and the most evil.  He looked like an angel–blue-eyed, blond haired, slender, a benevolent expression lighting his fair face.

But beneath the facade lurked a steely demeanor as fearsome as the visages of the four serpents adorning his staff.  Ryadok wanted it all and cared not how much blood he must spill to get it.  By his late teens he had become skilled in the Black Arts and possessed a charm that captured people’s hears.  For this reason he received more supernatural power from Anhuapta than the six sorcerers before him combined.  Ryadok used these powers to full advantage.  Unsatisfied with a mortal army, he conjured his own mutant host. Through his persuasive powers he enslaved minions, and even–it seemed–Anhuapta himself.  Six kingdoms staggered under his oppressive regime, and the kingdom he chose as his crown jewel suffered the most.

Yet even tyrants reap what they sow, often at a terrible, terrible price.

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Dark Lords of Epthelion: Anhuapta

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“Reclaim your power and rightful destiny.  You need give up nothing.  Reclaim your power and stem the rising madness.  You are strong, stronger and wiser than any before you, for you entered the demonic realm and returned unscathed with your honor intact. . .”                                            ~Anhuapta, the Serpent god, A Dark Moon Rises,  Book 2 of the Dark Lords of Epthelion series

The demon Anhuapta was the driving force behind Epthelion’s evil kings.  Preying on their selfish lusts, he drew them into his lethal web, enduing them with supernatural powers and satisfying their whims while they unwittingly served his purpose.  When their usefulness ended he cast them aside, murdering some and leaving others to their fates.

Anhuapta could alter his shape, but usually appeared as a hooded red-eyed serpent and thus was worshiped as the serpent god by cults across Epthelion. A master of the Black Arts, he could render himself invisible and was capable of flight and moving at lightning speed.  Only a few of the High Arganians possessed such power and only two fought Anhuapta face to face, engaging him in the Corridor, the tubular interface between the natural and supernatural worlds.  One Lesser Arganian, however, would prove his most formidable foe.

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Warrior Queen of Ha-Ran-Fel (Book 1 of The Dark Lords of Epthelion)

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Darkness.  Misery.  Death.

Her family and countrymen slaughtered by her own cousin, Lucius Mordarius, and his ilk, followers of the Dark Lord, Ryadok.  Beaten down but fueled by hatred, Merewyn stubbornly survives, enduring years of brutal slavery before making a daring escape.  Aided by four men she doesn’t entirely trust, she directs her steps toward Ha-Ran-Fel, land of the savage Horse Lords, where she hopes to gain the strength to return for Mordarius’s head.

But complications arise.  Her companions hunt Lord Ryadok’s beast, the Baugonril, born of magic, indestructible, and capable of destroying every kingdom still fighting Ryadok’s yoke.  Merewyn must look beyond her personal quest for vengeance to the salvation of her world, but her broken heart holds little else but hate for her cousin and  suspicion of her companions.

Dogged by Mordarius’s soldiers and her own inner demons, Merewyn survives maelstroms, near starvation, the dangerous crossing of the raging Ashgard River, and a nearly-fatal encounter with Baugonril before reaching her destination, only to meet suspicion and contempt.  She must prove herself worthy of the right to avenge her family and save her world as the Warrior Queen of Ha-Ran-Fel.

 

Writing Warrior Queen of Ha-Ran-Fel (Book 1 of the Dark Lords of Epthelion series) proved both an adventure and an escape.  For three to four hours every evening I left the mundane world of computer coding and set my imagination free, enjoying the ride as I waited to see where it took me.  I had but an image:  A young woman standing outside a ramshackle cottage at sunset.  The dying sun stained the cottage walls with rusty hues. A dead tree behind her raised skeletal bleached branches to the sky.  The wind lifted her blonde hair and stirred the sparse native grass at her feet.  Her face wore a haunted expression as she contemplated the darkening sky, trying to decide to which of the mysterious kingdoms surrounding her she could flee.  Whether merely unhappy or facing mortal danger I could not tell, but as she began to speak a tale of indescribable betrayal and tragedy unfolded that made me wonder:  How do you retain your sanity when the unendurable shatters your world and destroys all you hold dear?  How can you ever learn to love or trust or laugh again?

A story of human resilience, perseverance, faith, and victory emerged.  My heroine not only survived but thrived, and continued on to a more fulfilling life than she might have otherwise enjoyed. And during her journey she discovered within herself strength and abilities she didn’t know she possessed.

Warrior Queen of Ha-Ran-Fel swept me into a beautiful and enchanted world with a colorful cast of characters:  The Arganian mystics; the stalwart woodsmen; the evil sorcerer and his ambitious apprentice; the sinister peoples of the Dark Lord’s realm; and the rough-neck mercenaries, among others. Action, suspense, and humor intertwine into an intriguing tale.  I loved writing it.  And I’d love to share my world with you.