Epic Magic

When Niri’s nuncle dies, the coal girl finds herself suddenly penniless and alone on the streets of Brightburgh. Her already perilous situation is further complicated by her heritage – she’s half Aeldae, a descendant of the people who enslaved the humans of the Splinterlands centuries ago. This alone brands her as both an outcast and a target. Clinging to a glimmer of hope, Niri possesses a special coin that will grant her admission into the prestigious Stormfell Academy, renowned for its magical and martial training.

Destina Rosethorn—as her name implies—believes herself to be a favored child of destiny. But when her father dies in the War of the Lance, she watches her carefully constructed world come crashing down. She loses not only her beloved father but also the legacy he has left her: the family lands and castle. To save her father, she hatches a bold plan—to go back in time and prevent his death.

Isaac Vainio is a Libriomancer, a member of the secret organization founded five centuries ago by Johannes Gutenberg. Libriomancers are gifted with the ability to magically reach into books and draw forth objects. When Isaac is attacked by vampires that leaked from the pages of books into our world, he barely manages to escape. To his horror he discovers that vampires have been attacking other magic-users as well, and Gutenberg has been kidnapped.

Magic and other races really add to the magnificent story! –Auburn, Vine Voice Great dark fantasy! --Vine Voice Entertaining story of fascinating other realms. –Kirkus Reviews One touch kills. But not at first. Even so, you may wish it had. In the third novel of the grand sci-fi epic fantasy series, “The Flow of Power”, all sentient beings face a mind afflicting evil, a deadly foe no one could prepare for. The existence and power of the insidious, and alien, One Mind can no longer be denied as it closes in on Crystalyn Creek. She is the only being—a mere human—that has ever ...

The battle with the Iron Legion has left The Last Horizon battered and broken, drifting in space. Varic needs an exceptional engineer to fix his ship, and there’s only one person for the job: Mell, the master Aether technician. But first, they have to break her out of prison. Mell has been captured by the Advocates, a group of superpowered vigilantes who dominate their corner of the galaxy. They are led by Starhammer, an invincible champion with a personal obsession with Mell.

She was never meant to be erased. And now? She is limitless. Vivica thought she was just another woman looking for love, swiping through the endless void of modern romance. One click, one spell, one whispered invitation later—and she’s plunged into something far beyond desire. The world she knew fractures, revealing an ancient war over power, control, and the very fabric of existence. She was never just a woman. She was never just mortal. And now, the forces that sought to erase her are kneeling at her feet. Guided by Lilith—seductive, elusive, and always three steps ahead—Vivica ...

Risk-averse Greg Belmont is content with being ordinary. He's got a friend - that's right, just one - at his fancy prep school, and a pretty cool dad (even if he is obsessed with organic soaps that smell like a mix of salted pork and Icelandic bog). The problem is, Greg isn't ordinary... he's actually a fantastical Dwarf! He discovers the truth the day his dad brings home a gross new tea - one that awakens bizarre abilities in Greg. Then a murderous Bro-Troll kidnaps his dad and Greg is whisked away to the Underground, where Dwarves have lived for centuries right beneath Chicago.

Everything should have been quiet and pleasant for Ben Holiday, the former Chicago lawyer who became sovereign of the Magic Kingdom of Landover. But it wasn’t. Horris Kew, conjurer, confidence-man, and trickster, had returned to Landover from Ben’s own world. Alas, Horris had not returned of his own volition - he had been sent by the Gorse, a sorcerer of great evil, whom Horris had unwittingly freed from the magic Tangle Box, where it had long ago been imprisoned by the fairy folk. Now it had returned to enslave those who had once dared condemn it.

The Nameless Baron is gravely displeased. Viktor had once heard that time healed all wounds. Whoever had come up with that saying had clearly never gotten into a physical altercation with a werewolf, but at least Adelstrad's least favourite executioner still has most of his limbs. That said, while his witch problems may have been solved, battle has finally joined in the Adelstradian countryside as Nordling warbands meet Adelstradian fighting men in the field and blood flows like wine. Viktor finds himself in a more precarious position than ever before, caught between the rapidly forming ...

"Be sure to start reading in the morning, as you won't want to stop before you finish!" Judith J., Amazon customer "Even the magic is original to anything I've read. Even such standard fare as elves and dwarves have unique twists to them." - Janet Neihart, Goodreads reviewer Consumed by chaos. Swept into doom. A brutal horde ravages Dar Kahar. A tidal wave crashes through the gory streets, dragging Derrik's blood brother away. As Derrik and his friends scour the ruins, they realize that the world is fracturing: an evil mage, Lanfareth, has seized a weapon that could destroy all humans, ...

Guns of the Dawn is a pacey, gripping fantasy of war and magic from Arthur C. Clarke Award-winning author Adrian Tchaikovsky. The first casualty of war is truth.... First, Denland's revolutionaries assassinated their king, launching a wave of bloodshed after generations of peace. Next they clashed with Lascanne, their royalist neighbour, pitching war machines against warlocks in a fiercely fought conflict.

In the city of Magic's Bend, I protect what's mine. To the world, I'm a feeble Conjurer. To my closest friends, I'm a dangerous Magica with unexplainable powers given to me by a dragon. The downside? If anyone discovers what I am, I'm dead. So I lay low - kicking ass with my weapons, not my magic. Things go to hell when I witness the murder of a powerful vampire ally and become the key suspect. Soon, I'm hunted by the sexiest, strongest supernatural I've ever met. I've got three days to catch the real killer. It will take my forbidden magic to succeed.

The Forge... It’s not a place that gives anyone the warm and fuzzies. No, The Forge is a dungeon mine that used to be home to the Deep Mountain Clan of dwarves. Then the orcs took control of it and forced the dwarves out. Now it’s a death sentence to any who try to voyage into its dark depths. That’s where I come in. No, I’m not some sort of soldier or mercenary trying to set things right. I’m a thief. And I’ve plundered many dungeons—enough to have earned a reputation for myself. I’m good at what I do and that’s the exact reason why I’ve been hired by holy knight, Cade,...

Menjah, born strong with the powers of the Old Blood, flees from the high priest who wants to use her powers for his own ends. But the mountain sanctuary that offers her refuge is not all that it seems. Teras, Menjah's father is captured by a terrifying race known throughout Sedovan as the Riders. But those born of the Old Blood can not be enslaved by the mind magics the Riders use on humans, throwing their world into turmoil. Wanash, the young Rider desperate for the acknowledgement of titled status is forced to stand in a whirlwind of change, adapting his thinking and leading his people ...

Aerial combat brings a thrilling new dimension to the Napoleonic Wars as valiant warriors rise to Britain’s defense by taking to the skies . . . not aboard aircraft but atop the mighty backs of fighting dragons.

The dead do not rest. They whisper. They hunger. They remember. I was eleven when I first heard the dead. My grandfather’s voice drifted from the shadows, his hand—cold but familiar—brushed my cheek. It should have been impossible. The Order of Thanatos called it a gift. They took me in, trained me in their sacred rites, and taught me how to lead souls beyond the threshold. They told me we were shepherds, guiding the dead to their final peace. They lied. There is nothing sacred about what we do. The Order does not serve the dead. They consume them. And the deeper I descend into their ...

Former Chicago lawyer Ben Holiday was very proud and quite happy. And why shouldn’t he be? The Magic Kingdom which he ruled as High Lord was finally at peace. He was free to lie back and watch as his new daughter grew. An amalgam of magic and heredity, Mistaya was born a seedling, nourished by soils from Landover, Earth, and the fairy mists, come into being in the dank, misty deadness of the Deep Fell. Ben wished he could enjoy his daughter's childhood and his happy kingdom forever. Alas, those idyllic days were not to last.

The Shadowmen still swarm over the Four Lands, poisoning everything with their dark magic. And their leader is determined to destroy all the Scions of Shannara. For Walker Boh, he dispatches the Four Horsemen. For Wren, he sends an untrue friend. And for Par, he devises the most terrible fate of all. With these traps cleverly laid, the charges given by the shade of the Druid Allanon are doomed to failure - unless Par can discover a way to harness the power of the Sword of Shannara.

My life changed the day I tried to take his. Mhavenna is a glorious city but, like every city on the face of Serai, it's run by Dragons. As a human, I'm on the lowest rung of the racial ladder here, as far from an illustrious Dragon as I could be, and I've made me peace with that. I don't like Dragons much, but like or dislike has nothing to do with my work. So when my broker offered me the task of killing the Dragon King, I took it. It was the sort of kill that could make an assassin's career, and I was certain that I had the skills for it. I was wrong, nearly dead wrong. The King caught ...

Winner of Literary Titan Silver Book Award July 2023. Winner of Readers’ Favorite Bronze Medal – YOUNG ADULT – FANTASY – EPIC September 2023. Winner of American Book Fest Best Book Awards 2023 Finalist Medal (Fiction: Fantasy) – November 2023. When the age of witchcraft and sorcery died out, the world moved on, and most people believed they would never see its magical influences ever again. But it wasn’t so. The past has an uncanny habit of reinventing itself in the present, and the magic surrounding witchcraft cannot easily be undone. Now, in 1901, 450 years after the perceived...