Winter's Wrath: Bringer of Winter Book Two a M/M/M fantasy romance

Born of chaos and shadow, a great, ancient evil may be behind every hell I have endured for the last two years.

Since the day my family was ripped from me and my life was torn asunder before my very eyes. Leaving me helpless to do anything but endure, over and over and over again.

Endure through the degradation of slavery.

Endure through the horrors of torture and assault.

Endure through having my magic, my very soul, ripped from me with a flimsy bit of metal.

I'm through enduring. I'm through letting others decide my fate.

I'm through with patience.

That ancient evil. The one spoken of in legends and myths and whispers told around campfires to scare children. The stories of a hag so powerful he tore the world asunder the last time he rose to power. The hag only tamed by the power of the children of the gods.

That bastard had better pray to whatever gods he believes in, because my patience, my endurance, and my sanity are all at an end.

If it is the last thing I do, he will feel my wrath. The wrath of Wal'yah. The wrath of a thousand ancestors screaming along with me.

Finally, by my will, the wrath of winter will sear his flesh and his bones. And the gods have mercy on my soul for what I will give up, what I will tear apart, and who I will leave behind in doing so.