Book 1, The Field Rat's Banquet - Complete
Book 2, The Raven's Laughter Part 1: To Bet on Losing Dogs - Complete
Book 3, The Raven's Laughter Part 2: High Flies the Kestrel - Ongoing
The Field Rat's Banquet:
On the western shores of Kliskorios, a King sits without an heir. With his three children unwilling to allow each other to sit upon the throne, and a realm unable to decide the legal successor, the Kingdom of Teleytaios, strongest of the Heptarchy, stands on the brink of civil war, vultures circling all the while.
King Cordan's bastard son has proven himself in battle and rulership both in the last half a decade, though the coming challenges will put to test even the greatest of his efforts.
After all, to kill an enemy is one thing, but what about his own siblings?
There is no man as accursed as the kinslayer, so the saying goes.
The royal daughter, ever a staunch traditionalist and dangerous opponent, stacks the cards and the court in her favour whilst her brothers, bastard and trueborn both, waste away far from the capital. With the masses of dispossessed lords and ladies of the kingdom at her beck and call, there are few who find themselves outside of her reach.
The King's trueborn son, widely regarded as being mad and violent, will act as the wildcard in the coming feud. Whoever he chooses to support will surely triumph, though perhaps there is more to the youngest prince than meets the eye?
But there is more to the rising tensions than a simple succession crisis.
Ancient things are waking up the world over; Brythonic sailors let slip the things they have glimpsed in the Ouroborisian Sea in Anarian taverns, and the whispers of gutter rats and holy men alike tell of a cult long thought dead hiding in plain sight.
And then there are the findings of the King's own bastard son in the northern reaches of the kingdom.
When these threads coincide, fate may find itself rewritten by mortal hands for the first time since time immemorial.
"In a world ruled by power and tyranny, peace is a distant dream. You were once a child, innocent and new to life, yet someone ignited the flames of destruction, suffocating your breath and stealing away the purity of your air. All that remained were fleeting drops of water and the faintest hope that the fires would one day cease. Perhaps you were gifted, your powers beyond what was ever expected, but power isn't just strength-it's a threat. Years passed, and you grew to despise everyone and everything. In rage and vengeance, you found a twisted kind of salvation. Amidst the chaos, you found home with someone you've picked up while desperately trying to escape the chains of fate.
And though agony shaped my path, I never wavered from my purpose. Through hell and blood, I built my name and wealth, offering others a chance for redemption, for lives once broken like my own. Now, after all this time, I've prepared to fulfill the final task of my life. Many will weep, blood will stain the earth, but certainly, they will pay for stealing my childhood. - Anastas