Release date: January 14, 2016
Subgenre: Epic fantasy
About Reckoning in the Void:
The world falls towards darkness.
Magic is awakening in the north and the Grand Protectorate retreats after its bloody defeat at Srun. Sviska stands with the Island Nation against the evils of The Order and the Itsu Priest as the allies of magic make plans for their push against the capital city of their enemy. But all is not as it seems.
The Itsu Priest is tightening his grip on the legions of the north changing them from men to unholy beasts. The Saints of Wura must move quickly to save Garoa's daughter from his evil clutches but some fear she could already be dead. Furthermore, hundreds have been kidnapped as sacrifices for a dark ritual and the time for the incantation draws near.
Sviska is moving closer to unlocking the powers of his Dwemhar ancestry but as the blood curse ensnares his mind, he can only pray he is powerful enough to resist the will of The Order.
He made a stand against a dark evil in the icy mountains of Elinathrond but now his life, and that of those he has grown to call friends, may be forfeit.
Magic is awakening in the north and the Grand Protectorate retreats after its bloody defeat at Srun. Sviska stands with the Island Nation against the evils of The Order and the Itsu Priest as the allies of magic make plans for their push against the capital city of their enemy. But all is not as it seems.
The Itsu Priest is tightening his grip on the legions of the north changing them from men to unholy beasts. The Saints of Wura must move quickly to save Garoa's daughter from his evil clutches but some fear she could already be dead. Furthermore, hundreds have been kidnapped as sacrifices for a dark ritual and the time for the incantation draws near.
Sviska is moving closer to unlocking the powers of his Dwemhar ancestry but as the blood curse ensnares his mind, he can only pray he is powerful enough to resist the will of The Order.
He made a stand against a dark evil in the icy mountains of Elinathrond but now his life, and that of those he has grown to call friends, may be forfeit.
Excerpt:
“What of the
fleet?”
“Tulasiro will go
to them with speed as soon as we began, she will lead them in and we will jump
onto my boat as it enters behind the flag ships. We only need to hold the gate
for the ships to arrive. Was their any word from Brethor and the allies of
Taria?”
“No.”
“Then we will
assume they will not come. It is up to us, Saint of Wura.”
They were entering
shallower water. Tulasiro’s horn was visible, a glistening sight with water
splashing over it. The bridge was ahead and two lone guards stood near the
center with torches behind them.
Sviska did not
know if it was the sliding of Kealin’s blades from their sheaths or the sound
of the narwhal, but the two men turned to see the form of the half-elf flying
between them, his daggers cutting each of their throats. The bodies fell from
the bridge, spilling their blood in the water.
Kealin landed back
in the boat, his daggers held reversed against his forearms. He knelt down,
“Prepare for our blade work.”
Sviska slid Sishan
from his sheath and held it ready. Tulasiro had hit deeper water again and
thundered underneath them picking up speed even as they began to see the
torches along the walls of Lokam. Sviska spotted the river gate and a dock to
the right of it. The dock was not very big, enough for one or two ships, but it
was obvious it was no port. There were four legionnaires and none of them
looked towards them. Any other night than this it would not have been such a
folly.
The boat banked to
the left of the river, skidding the riverbank before Tulasiro surged forward
again. She seemed to aim her horn towards those on the dock. She turned to the
right, leaving the mouthpiece she used to pull the ship behind. She dove
underneath the water just before she exploded back out, striking the men on the
dock, crushing two of them. Two others fell into the water. The narwhal rolled
into the water crushing one before throwing the other away and then driving her
horn into his side. Flapping her tail, she propelled
herself back away from the gateway.
The boat slowed
and Kealin and Sviska leapt from it and ran along the docks towards the wall.
Above them, two guards pointed but Sviska threw his knives in quick succession,
silencing them. Kealin jumped for the gate, climbing straight up before leaping
off the metal and grasping two parts of the wall just below the level of the
crenelation. In a few more moments, Sviska saw him disappear over the top,
metallic clanging followed and a legionnaire flew off the wall.
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About the Saints of Wura trilogy:
Book One: Winemaker of the North
Book Two: Arcane Awakening
Book Three: Reckoning in the Void
About J.T. Williams:
J.T. Williams is a fantasy author living in Texas with his wife
and five kids. It is here he writes new books when he isn't in his
backyard with his children having make-believe battles against the orcs
invading from next door. As a longtime lover of fantasy and the surreal,
he hopes you enjoy his contributions to the world of fantasy lore and
magic.
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