Sam is the most promising swordsman among this year’s crop of Paladin trainees...and knows it. Brash, cocky, and unbeatable with a sword (well, almost), Sam is the kingdom of Thule’s best hope against the violence wrought by demons. The only problem is that Sam is really Lady Samantha, daughter of the seventeenth Duke of Haywood, and if her father has his way, she’ll be marrying a Paladin, not becoming one. But Sam has never held much interest in playing damsel-in-distress, and so she rescues herself from a lifetime of boredom and matrimonial drudgery. Pity that Tristan Lyons, the Paladin assigned to train her, is none other than the hero of her childhood. He hasn’t recognized her as Lady Samantha--yet-- but if he does, he’ll take away her sword and send her packing. Sam is not the only trainee hiding secrets: Braeden is a half-demon with a dark past that might be unforgivable. Sam, Braeden and Tristan set out for the western coast, charged with rooting out an infestation of demons that has made the West unlivable. As they travel, they uncover a deep-seated corruption of power that threatens to derail everything they stand for. Rebellion stirs, led by a rival faction of warriors who tempt Sam to join them with an irresistible offer. A war between men is coming, and Sam must pick a side. Will saving the kingdom cost her life -- or just her heart? Reminiscent of Mulan, but with a medieval fantasy twist, Paladin is a tale of adventure, action, and romance.

A complete fantasy book. Technically ... a weird western. Gunslingers, hex witches, dogmen, minotaur, trains that run further than you can imagine ... Mikeos Jones is a gunslinger, faster than thinking, part of the gunlaw, a man who can seldom afford the luxury of looking past the end of any given day. Jenna Crossard is a hex-witch, but her ambitions are larger than spells and charms - the need to understand the world consumes her. They say the gunlaw keeps men safe from the endless horror of the sect, but to Jenna it's a cage and she wants out. If that means breaking open the world and killing a few gods ... so be it.

Karl is anxious. It has been weeks since the Miracle of Leyawiin, and his newly-attained rank as a Private has given him some privileges, like his very own horse. However, it also comes with certain responsibilities. The Emperor has tasked him with escorting a diplomat all the way to the stunning capital of Hammerfell, in order to settle a newfound alliance with the Redguards. However, trouble is brewing in the kingdom. The Dominion fleet is coming, and a truce agreement between two political parties is about to implode. With an unlikely band of fellow Legionnaires keeping him company, Karl is determined to make it through the deadly sands and sweltering heat of the Alik'r Desert, and fulfill his mission, even if it means trusting a rival. -- Rated PG-16 for violent and disturbing scenes, and sexual innuendos. This is a sequel of my previous work, Legionnaire. In order to understand this story better, please check the former out first. Also, please give a vote and a comment. Constructive criticism is highly appreciated. THE FOLLOWING IS A FANFICTION! The Elder Scrolls name and right belong solely to Bethesda Game Studios.

Karl has lived the same, old, boring routine. He tended to his parents' ever-growing land, he stalked his kills in the woods with his friend Nia, which he would then sell to some interested merchant. He has harvested, hunted, and haggled his entire life. All he ever dreamed of was to become a Legionnaire, a decorated soldier of the Imperial Legion. Yet, it seems his dreams were too far to accomplish. But, when an unprecedented disaster strikes the homestead, Karl realized he has been given a second chance to change the course of his life, and to chase the dream that he had always wanted. Unbeknownst to him, the Legion were having problems of their own. Fresh off another major military loss, and the recent death of their Emperor, the Legion was in total disarray. Unluckily for them, an elven-supremacist group known as the Aldmeri Dominion, is stirring up for another great war. Rated PG-16 for violence, foul language, and some explicit innuendos. This is a FANFICTION! I do not own the Elder Scrolls series. That right solely belongs to Bethesda Softworks.

Centuries after the goddess Vida and god Kolemar create the planet of Fulindor we find the Obrak people have turned to war amongst themselves. Through these wars, one emerges claiming to bring peace and a new age of living to the Obrak people. Valla a tribal leader discovers a gift from the gods and attempts to lead her people in becoming more than simple farmers. Will the war destroy what Valla has planned or will she prevail in this endeavor.

They say the world used to turn. They say that night would follow day in an endless dance. They say that dawn rose, dusk fell, and we worshiped both sun and stars. That was a long time ago. The dance has died. The world has fallen still. We float through the heavens, one half always in light, one half always in shadow. Like the moth of our forests, one wing white and the other black, we are torn. My people are the fortunate. We live in daylight, blessed in the warmth of the sun. Yet across the line, the others lurk in eternal night, afraid... and alone in the dark. I was born in the light. I was sent into darkness. This is my story.