BOOK ONE: Souls of Fire and Lightning!
In this world, magic, mayhem and myth are a given. It's been a full century following the last Great War, but the land and it's people still bare the scars. With the Provence's mostly at peace, the need for Soul Stones have dwindled, and the more rare Soul Gems are even fewer.
Which brings us to Zara, a twenty-two year old with dark hair, tan skin and a no-bullshit attitude. Orphaned at the ripe age of seventeen, she was left as the only blacksmith worth a damn this side of the magical border. She can usually be found in tattered oversized cargo pants, and a black crop top smeared with oil and ash. From forging spires, to fixing odd and end mechanisms, Zara has managed to keep her family owned business afloat in the plummeting marketplace, but a deal comes along too sweet for her pass up.
Everything was under control, for the most part, until she stumbled upon a pulsating, violet colored, amethyst gem cluster. That's when all hell breaks loose. Turns out, the Gem was sentient, and occasionally took the form of a beautiful, naive woman with a bad habit of finding the worst kind of trouble; like being hunted by a notorious cult of power hungry, exiled Druids kinda trouble.
On the run from murderous, kidnapping Dregs, Zara and her new companion face down unknown wilds, temperamental Fae folk, and scholarly witches in order to find some answers. Hopefully they make it to Elysian, the only known safe haven for powerful Soul Sone and Soul Gem users alike, before they both get eaten, cursed, or sawed in half by battle hungry War Dwarves.
Throw in a couple love triangles, some harrowing doom, and an oddly knowledgeable damsel in distress, and BOOM. You have yourself an adventure.
[ magic, romance and madness. ]
Everyone knew that a romance between a guardian and their protégé always ended in tragedy - yet they risked it.
One day, I read that in real-life fairy tales, the princess sometimes needs to befriend the dragon and kill the prince, perhaps not to the most extreme extent, considering the prince's utility. (*Wink*). Twenty years had passed since the demise of the last living descendant bearing the bloodline of a potent family within the mystical realm. Individuals who possessed magic more formidable than anyone could have fathomed and that very magic could be pilfered if they were to meet an untimely end-a rumour ignited like wildfire.
Word began to spread about the sole surviving member of the Lysion family, the last vestige of a lineage renowned for their blessings from the gods (or, as some argue, their curses), once no more than bedtime tales for children. Two decades earlier, a game of hide and seek unfolded that culminated in the death of the final Lysion at the hands of Oldo Blake, a formidable figure in the annals of history. Or so the story goes.
An obscure girl.
A concealed secret.
A relentless pursuit.
With a motley crew of bewildering Other Siders on her trail and an absolute dearth of knowledge on how to harness her precious magic, Rosélina Johnson's life transformed from that of an inconspicuous university student to that of a fugitive in the mystic realm, utterly unprepared for what lay ahead.