[FANTASY ADVENTURE NOVEL] In the midst of a civil war, chaos arises from separate reaches of the nine countries. Vene Aminoff, a dangerous force graduated from her training as an assassin, threatens the balance of the undercover sorcerers seeking to overthrow fair judgement of the kingdoms. Her actions stir up the once "peaceful" lives held by homicidal Beck Dedrick within the civil war, as well as tender-hearted Cirian Wiltshire of Anjour. Pursued for her acts of murder, Vene Aminoff struggles to complete her final kills while dodging Beck, a trained hitman under strict loyalty to General Myron Conroy of Valens. From the opposite end of the nine countries, Attus Sally, a warm sailor of the eastern seas, takes on an independent task of hunting a deadly band of thugs who terrorize the Southern Wastelands of Faymoore. Terrified of the fate his wife may endure, Attus embarks on an arctic journey through the Wastelands, encountering and suffering the extreme among his own loyal troop of sailors from his ship. Throughout the course of "The Immortal Chronicles", the four characters exhibited in this book confront one another through a strangely unexpected turn of events circling around the lore of the prelude: "Avarice of the Sea". This book can be read separately.

Centuries after an asteroid smashes into a star ship, the inhabitants must learn to survive space without technology or perish. Join princess Airomem and Horatius the historian in their adventures- from fighting cannibals, to preventing starvation, and discovering long hidden secrets of the ship. Can they survive? Part 1: Horatius Part 2: Airomem Part 3: Departure

"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.

Aeons once ruled the world. Now, their empire lies in ruin, and the survivors hide on the fringes of society. Nahlia is a librarian's apprentice who's obsessed with Aeon lore, scavenging for hints of their legendary power. But others are searching too, including the Templars who seek to hunt down the Aeon survivors. When the Templars attack her family, Nahlia is forced to infiltrate a secret academy and rise beyond everything she's ever known. https://davidmusk.com/books/aeonica-the-lost-redeemer