Истории Legea

EXCERPT ONLY "I want to go home." Orden is many things to many people: ally, rival, safe haven. Her government, an icon of prosperity and security to the public eye, hides more than one weakness beneath. And when a jealous feud spanning manslaughter, trade rights, and generations erupts to life, the politics of nations suddenly become an everyday concern for young Mordred Kenhelm, whose civilian life is uprooted in the first upheavals of war. Mordred is on the run-from pain, from guilt, and from a bitterness destroying him inside out. He's all too eager to escape into the recklessness of every high-risk mission that comes his way. But wounds cannot be neglected forever, and seeking to do so may put more lives than his own at risk. The paths of Ceristen's villagers diverge and converge over the waves of a brutal conflict. Many things will break, in the brunt of such a wave. And some things will still heal.

EXCERPT ONLY A disfigured corpse. The young man who found it. And the lawman resolved to clear up the matter at all costs. Mordred Kenhelm's survivalist existence has acquired a measure of stability-even peace. He is ready to put down roots... until warnings from the past start rearing ugly heads, that is. He sets out to extinguish old ghosts, but a simple trip downriver threatens to unearth far more than it conceals. Alone with his secrets, he faces a trial of conflict, honor, and humiliation. Inspector Wilhelm Dickson has never given up on a mission. A zealous search for truth and reparation leads him into a net of affairs much bigger than himself, and one he might not escape with both life and reputation intact. After all, it helps to at least know what you're chasing. Worst of all, the arrogant young man who happens to be the key to everything is more closemouthed than a clam at low tide. Truth will out. But even then, it may be a long while before anyone sees the end of the road.

EXCERPT ONLY With Marjorie's wedding, the Thornes are happily settled in the welcoming village of Ceristen. Fred has steady employment, and even Gwenda is making friends. Other new arrivals, however, are finding it harder to adjust . . . Mordred Kenhelm has spent his eighteen years surviving. Having shepherded his sister and brother to the distant promise of Orden, what happens when reality sets in? Can their family bond weather old traumas, social condescension, and a tragic accident? The Village uses the setting of a small-town drama against the backdrop of a fantasy world to explore the deepest, ugliest, and most beautiful facets of human nature. What does it mean to love your neighbor? Look for the answer in The Village.

Because I'm the worst at coming up with inventive titles... New random book. Mostly the same stuff. I'm a hectically busy girl adjusting to the perks of adulthood (buying your own personal block of cheese at the store, amirite?) and enthusing over the fact that I'm going to be a published author next year (I still can't believe it!). Pianist, farm hand, Sunday School teacher, pastor's kid, oldest sibling. Peek inside for tags, blog-ish things, the occasional fangirl rant or life update, and a lot of obsessing over my fantasy world. * December 2022 changed cover in the hopes that random creep accounts will stop adding it to their reading lists*

Conspiracy or Spirituality?! Does it even matter? Toby, Day 20 behind bars: "If someone had told me that my own voice could betray me, I would've laughed in their face. Right up until the moment I stood in the middle of a Ironport courtroom and heard myself-my actual voice-confessing to a multi-million dollar crime. My lawyer??? Ugh, someone cook him for me, please. If he utters one more worthless sentence, I'm going to disown him right there in front of the judge. Usually, stray bullets hit people randomly... but apparently, I'm the only target in the room. I'm like a human bullseye. Why do you guys keep taking aim at me?! WHYYYY??!!!" [Note from Author: Profanity and explicit language will be replaced with symbols such as *** or %*^&&.] DISCLAIMER / AUTHOR'S NOTE This story is a work of fiction. All names, characters, organizations, locations, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events, political entities, or existing conspiracies is purely coincidental. The narrative explores complex themes including geopolitics, technological warfare, and spiritual conflicts solely for entertainment and speculative purposes. It does not reflect the author's personal views on any real-world individuals or institutions. Reader discretion is advised: Maintain your own discernment between fiction and reality.

There is so very much to Legea. This is a book for all the extras that belong nowhere: music, maps, poems, random lore, fun facts, the very first draft of "The Journey"... written four years ago by a thirteen-year-old in a ring-bound notebook with a snake on the cover...

EXCERPT ONLY How do you shoulder responsibility... when responsibility is everything you ever feared? Fred Thorne takes his duty seriously. When a stove fire destroys his home, plunging livelihood and family into chaos, he sets out to lead his younger sisters to a safe haven. But the terrifying burden of protector weighs on him, and he waits eagerly for the moment to pass it on. If only it were so easy. Misfortunes and setbacks multiply. Peril stalks even the safest roads. And as a wedge of resentment deepens between the siblings, Fred is losing his own self under a relentless spiral of guilt. Where will the Thornes find their place of safety? More importantly, can their fractured relationships weather the intervening storms? ORIGINALLY POSTED ON WATTPAD, 2016-2018. I wouldn't be anywhere without you amazing fam.

Random book. You know those random books people have? Tags. Art. Announcements. Blog-ish sort of things. Random facts about their characters. Tags. Tags. More tags. Yeah... that's pretty much what this is. I know, I know, you want to read it. They all do. Go ahead, just don't say I didn't warn you.