In fifteen days, on his twentieth birthday, Prince Ronan Aldrea will die at the hands of a god. His path was set long before his birth by hands worlds away from his, unbiased and unyielding in their actions, and had been written into prophecy by seers of ages past. The hands of Fate had called for his death, but Ronan did not plan to sit idly by and let them claim him. The prophecy did not rest on Ronan's shoulders alone; it worked through a member of the Pantheon of Seven, the god Aevar, the one meant to kill him. With Aevar's arrival in the mortal realm comes a fierce reminder that his days are numbered, and with each pawn Fate puts into play, Ronan becomes more determined to defy it. In all of history, be it mortal or godly, Fate has reigned superior. It has never lost, never faltered, least of all fallen before a frightened mortal prince. But Ronan Aldrea intends to change those odds-no matter the cost.

"why, the origins are about a knight, a queen, and a very important prince, locked in death's embrace by a measly thorn upon delicate flesh." copyright © 2020 by aveirell

The height of the throne calls for those with spine and the distance of its sound will find the ears of those who surface their heads from the blood of both enemies and allies alike. In the first breath of peace, disorder keeps its grip firm on its throat. The Akiyama shogunate has brought a new rule, and with it, a future with gods of metal and fire. Many began to surrender their worship to the divine with a wartime worth of spite bitterly spoken of in insult than in of melody or in rhyme. Though the ignorant proceed in bliss, the clans are suspicious and Takeyoshi is a product of their suspicion. As a shinobi, he knows that the remnants of war still echo through its corpse and its voice only grows stronger. Hired to amplify tensions, he spies on the affluent Tachibana clan only to realize the truth might be beckoning him to a place he no longer understood.

In the Kingdom of Pramira, a wicked Queen with eyes as orange as a burning fire sits on a throne of bones. Robed warriors stir rumors of rebellion as they vow revenge against their ruler. And a lost princess is promised the return of her crown and her kingdom. Outside of the Kingdom, Death opens his arms to the world. An army of the Undead increases relentlessly as they watch from the shadows, the smell of rot growing as corpses rise. Soon they will rise in unimaginable numbers, unleashing chaos onto the lands. Soon there will be war between the Living and the Dead, one that leaves no room for enemies. ---------------------------------------------------- first draft • subject to change ---------------------------------------------------- The Kingdoms of Bone • book 1