Fate of Wizardoms Book 1 to 3 by Jeffrey L. Kohanek

Release date: April 7, 2020

Subgenre: Epic fantasy boxset 

 About Fate of Wizardoms, Book 1 - 3:

 

 1,000 pages of magic, adventure, & intrigue. Where wizards rule, magic reigns supreme.

Power. The ambitious thirst for it. But when a power-hungry wizard lord seeks to expand his rule, he triggers events unforeseen.

The balance of magic is altered, races of old return, and beasts of legend stalk the land.

This tale follows a squad of unlikely heroes armed with magical objects:

• Jerrell "Jace" - A clever thief whose outrageous exploits force him to hide his identity.
• Narine - A wizardess caught between her mad wizard lord father and jealous brother.
• Adyn - Trained as a lethal bodyguard, her purpose in life is to protect her princess.
• Rhoa - A determined acrobat, armed with enchanted blades and a thirst for revenge.
• Rawk - Exiled for urges he cannot control, this dwarf possesses unique magic abilities.
• Brogan - Once a renowned warrior, he labors beneath the weight of his regrets.
• Blythe - Skilled in archery and woodcraft, she follows her heart, but where will it lead?
• Salvon - A mysterious storyteller who seems to know something about everything.

These characters lead a compelling and memorable cast including ruthless wizards who vie for thrones able to grant the power of a god.
How can one defeat a god?

Fate of Wizardoms is a rebirth of classic epic fantasy, told in a fast-paced style and loaded with beloved genre tropes, perfect for fans of The Witcher, Kingkiller Chronicles, or Wheel of Time.

Download and prepare for a spectacular, thrilling adventure.
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This boxed set includes:

1. Wizardoms: Eye of Obscurance
2. Wizardoms: Balance of Magic
3. Wizardoms: Temple of the Oracle

Excerpt:

Lord Malvorian Ikorr sat upon his throne, tapping the ornate wooden arm, while High Wizard Gurgan pled his case. As usual, Malvorian wore the midnight blue robes of Farrowen, secured at the waist with the glittering golden sash of his station. His long, black hair was held in place by the golden headband with a cerulean blue sapphire he had been bestowed a century earlier.

“I promise, my lord, the report is nothing but lies intended to cast doubt toward me.” Gurgan held his hands out, pleading. “My loyalty remains as strong as ever.”

Malvorian watched the man closely. Deep lines around Gurgan’s eyes showed his age, as did his graying brown hair and beard. The man had been High Wizard of Eleighton for over two decades, a brief reign from Malvorian’s perspective. Gurgan also wore a robe in the midnight blue of Farrowen, yet his was secured by a silver sash. A thick, golden bracelet was clamped around the man’s wrist – an adornment Malvorian had never before noticed.

“So, you deny skimming from your mines?” Malvorian’s deep voice boomed in challenge as he leaned forward. “You do not have a secret surplus used to hire your own army?”

The accused wizard glanced toward the soldier standing beside him. Malvorian had never seen the man before, but military men came and went. This one was tall, thin, with dark hair and a sharp face. The soldier gave Gurgan the briefest of nods before the high wizard replied.

“Of course I deny it, my lord. Why would I risk such treason?”

Malvorian stood, his own gaze flicking toward the shadows to the side of his dais. The man there nodded. It was time to see if Vanda’s ability was as he claimed.

“Empty the room!” the wizard lord boomed with authority. He glared at Gurgan. “You are to remain.” The words came out as a growl.

Guards dressed in silver plate armor with midnight blue capes began ushering the wizards, the wizardesses, and the ungifted from the room. It was late, past sunset. Malvorian seldom held court at such an hour, but this was a special occasion. Somehow, word had spread of Gurgan’s arrival – something Malvorian suspected was orchestrated by the accused man, thinking to use a public forum as a shield. Little did he understand.

Gurgan frowned. “May Captain Dandon remain? He is here as a witness and can explain the conspiracy behind this slander.”

Malvorian nodded. “Yes. Of course.” I have nothing to fear from a worm like you.

The throne room doors closed, leaving the wizard lord and the two men standing before the dais alone, the room dark, save for the blue-flamed torches to each side of the throne and the moonlight coming through the high, east-facing window. Malvorian watched Gurgan closely. The wizard seemed unaware of the old man lurking in the shadows.

“Enough pretense, Gurgan,” Malvorian sneered. “We have reports from trusted sources, men who have been recruited to join your private force. Why do it? Even if you built an army, you cannot challenge my power.”

Gurgan laughed. “You don’t know all there is to know, Malvorian.”

“I am a hundred twenty-eight years old, Gurgan, twice your age, yet I appear half of that. Never forget. The power of a god runs through my veins.”

“You have always been arrogant, Malvorian,” Gurgan snarled. “You expect the rest of us to follow you like cattle and never question why. Your position is not as secure as you believe.”

Gurgan extended his arm toward the dais, the power he gathered casting an aura around him. A disk of white enveloped his hand as the bracelet began to glow. A thread of magic blasted from Gurgan, encircling Malvorian. Coils of silvery light wrapped about the wizard lord and lifted him off the floor. Malvorian reached for his magic but found resistance, a force wedged between him and the source of his power. He clenched his jaw and bent his will against the shield, applying pressure until it shattered. A rush of magic filled him, the raw energy railing against his defenses – the power of Farrow. He held as much magic as he ever had, the tempest threatening to destroy him. It would not, for the power was his to control.

Gurgan snarled and doubled his efforts, the coiled magic tightening around Malvorian. “You think I am unaware of your long life being fed by Devotion? I know the power derived from prayer.” Gurgan’s eyes filled with a madness. “It will be mine!”

The coils constricted, biting into Malvorian, forcing him to respond or die.

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About Jeffrey L. Kohanek:

Jeffrey L. Kohanek grew up in rural Minnesota where comic books sparked his young imagination, inspiring fantasies of heroes with super-powers saving the day. His tastes later evolved to fantasy epics featuring unlikely heroes overcoming impossible odds to save worlds born from the writer's imagination.

Now residing in southern California, Jeff uses that imagination to weave tales of engaging characters caught in fantastic plots to inspire young adults and the child within us all. 

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