Month: March 2017 (page 1 of 1)

Usually, I love a good lazy Saturday. The kids are doing their thing, it’s warming up outside, and I’m sitting by the French doors drinking coffee and listening to a podcast (James Altucher and Steven Pressfield).

That is normally the equation for a perfect weekend  morning.

Instead, I’m sitting here, itching for Reawakening to release on Amazon! Looks like we’re caught in the weekend slump, so I figured it was time for a snippet to be released.

Here it is.

We hope you like it!

Cheers,

Chris

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Reawakening: The Rise of Magic Book 2 (Unedited)

Prologue

Sparks flew around the factory floor like a meteor shower on a clear winter night. Workmen rushed in every direction. The task called for perfect productivity, and if there was one thing that Doyle, the Chancellor’s personal assistant, knew, it was how to get shit done—and fast. Groups of exhausted workers in dirty clothes rushed in every direction; their number grew every day. The structure of the machine took form before his eyes. He could almost see its destructive potential.

The thought gave him chills.

“Everything is proceeding as planned.” The Chief Engineer appeared out of nowhere, and his presence made Doyle jump. Elon had been under pressure from the Chancellor to build the machine quickly, but more so since the heretic and his little unlawful apprentice had taken out a group of their best Hunters only a month earlier. Chancellor Adrien was feeling pressure, and he passed that pressure on down the chain.

“Good. The Chancellor will be pleased,” Doyle said, trying his best to imitate his boss’s strength. “The additional labor is speeding up the process nicely. Any problems on the floor?” Doyle glanced at the man whose neat cloak matched the bifocals sitting on his nose.

Elon never looked at ease, but the tension in his jaw had only increased since he had been made Chief Engineer after the very untimely death of his predecessor. The job was a significant promotion, but was still one few wanted due to its occupational hazards. “No problems, sir. Let the Chancellor know that we are on pace to catch up with his timeline. As long as everything goes as planned.”

“As planned?” Doyle asked.

“Yes, um, the workers are men with mouths to feed at home, and therefore, easy to control. They are doing precisely as we expected. But the magicians working the machine, they aren’t exactly used to this kind of work. I mean, it is a bit like herding spoiled cats, after all.”

Doyle’s face tightened. “You better fucking shepherd them well, Elon. You don’t want to give another engineer a shot at your position, do you?”

“No, sir.” The engineer failed to add the necessary confidence to his voice.

“That’s good to hear,” Doyle sneered. In the presence of the Chancellor, Doyle felt like an ant waiting to be stamped out of existence. But overlooking the floor of desperate men and fool-hardy magicians, it was easy to feel the power of the gods.

If he could only keep his seat at the table, he would one day rule beside one.

Chapter One:

With her back to the tree, Hannah felt sweat drip off her forehead. She wasn’t sure if it was pure terror that caused the perspiration, or the heat from the fifteen-foot-tall, molten, metal monster that was hunting her through the woods. She had never seen anything like the damned thing before. It was like something born of hell and given energy by every master magician that had ever walked Irth.

Victory was unlikely, which pissed her off beyond belief.

As the monster advanced, she could feel the ground quake with every one of its steps. The coolness from the shade of the trees disappeared, and she felt like she was in the baker’s oven just off the edge of the market.

Hannah peeked around the tree and saw the hell-beast advancing.

Twenty feet. You’ve got this, bitch, she thought. Focus!

Taking just enough time to breathe away the fear and self-doubt, she dove out from behind the trunk and hit the ground, tucking into a roll. The tumble ended with one knee on the ground and her arms facing the fiery metal beast. Sub-zero daggers of ice formed in her hand, then launched from her fist, landing hard on the monster’s face. It screamed in anger and pain as it stumbled backward into a large maple.

Hannah tried to capture the advantage. While the creature was temporarily blinded, Hannah placed both of her hands on the ground. She felt the power of the forest flowing through her hands, and she recited a silent prayer to nature.

The tree responded immediately.

Its branches reached down, grabbing hold of the fire monster.

Hannah smiled, amazed that the old tree responded to her and that she actually had this giant monster up against the ropes. She decided to finish it off.

She marched forward, working again on her ice spell. But this time, as the ice began to appear, she pulled her hands apart. The dagger turned into a spear, and she ran forward, ready to plunge it into the thing’s chest.

But as she neared her target, the molten monster roared in rage. The heat from its fires began to burn the old tree. The branches loosened, and the monster broke free. Jagged wooden splinters rained down on Hannah, cutting at her skin.

She shielded her eyes from the shattered branches, which blinded her to the monster’s attack. A giant fist swung down at her. Quickly, she raised her spear in defense, but her spell was no match for the monster’s strength. His fiery hand smashed her spear and knocked her to the ground.

Still roaring with rage, the hell monster stepped closer to its prey, slamming its arms into its chest.

“Ah, shit, I think I made him mad,” Hannah muttered under her breath.

She tried to crawl backward, but the giant advanced. Looking up, Hannah saw Hades’ servant on top of her; two fiery fists raised to the sky, ready to end the melee and her life.

“Screw me!” she screamed.

It was over.

The monster dropped an inferno in her direction, but just as it was about to send Hannah to meet her mother in the world beyond, it disappeared in a puff of smoke.

The sound of battle quickly faded into nothingness.

A dry voice echoed among the trees, breaking the silence once again.

“Damn it, Hannah. You need to focus,” Ezekiel, her mentor, scolded as he walked toward his fallen pupil.

Hannah’s heart continued to race, even though she knew the monster was only a figment of her imagination—a mental spell cast by Ezekiel. It was a damned good one, too, giving her not only a visual image, but the feeling of scalding flesh and the smell of burning hair in her nose.

“I was focused. Didn’t you see that shit I pulled?”

“Had this been a real fight, that shit would have gotten you killed,” Ezekiel argued, his face filled with scorn.

It had been a month since the event in Arcadia which forced her to flee the city for good. A group of asshole Hunters had set a trap for her. They killed her father and tortured her brother to death, expecting her to come along with them willingly. But Hannah was no meek child. Rage had welled up inside of her, and she unleashed a passion-filled, magical shitstorm on them. She destroyed the Hunter’s—and her home in the process.

It caused quite a commotion.

Ezekiel had hardly gotten her and her best friend Parker out of the city before the Governor’s Guard filled Queen’s Boulevard. And teleporting the three of them had nearly wiped the exhausted magician off the face of the earth. But the old man was stronger than he looked, and his wells of magic ran deep.

Since then, she had been training every day, preparing to exact justice on the person responsible for her brother’s death. The Hunters she killed were just pawns. Adrien, the Chancellor of Arcadia’s magical Academy, was her true target. And she was getting better—a fact Ezekiel seemed not to notice.

“Come on. Admit it. I did good against that thing.” Hannah smiled up at her teacher.

“It’s did well. And no, you didn’t.” The old magician cracked the faintest smile. “I mean, that was pretty smart, adapting the ice spell I taught you to make that spear. But, seriously, trying to capture a fiery, molten monster in the tangles of some tree? What were you thinking? The nature magic flowed well, but it’s the damned application, Hannah. No matter how strong the magic is, if it isn’t mixed with wisdom—or at least some common sense—it is for naught. You wasted energy and asked the forest to put itself in danger needlessly. I’ve told you a million times; nature magic is a relationship. Proving you’re worthy of respect, that matters more than you can imagine. The same will be true when you lead others someday.” As he said this, he reached out a hand and pulled Hannah to her feet.

Hannah stood as tall as she could, but her knees were weak. Not from her teacher’s chastisement, she was certainly used to that by now, but from the amount of power she used casting the spells. He was right, and she knew it—even if she’d never concede to Ezekiel. She had to learn how to fight, not only with strength and cunning, but also with wit and insight.

“Well, hopefully, I won’t be leading people against something like that monster. What the hell was that anyway? Are there really creatures like that in the world?”

Ezekiel smiled. “Not to my knowledge—not our world anyway. I’m not sure where that particular image came from. Maybe I read it in a book when I was younger.”

Hannah brushed the dirt off of her. “Well, it’s kind of hard to take any of this bullshit seriously when I know it is just child’s play,” she quipped.

“If you can’t handle child’s play, young one, you won’t stand a chance against a minion of the Chancellor, let alone, Adrien himself.”

“Trust me, if I ever see the Chancellor, I won’t miss. But in the meantime, why don’t you give me something real to fight?” she asked. “There has to be a better use of my magic than fighting your childhood demons.”

Ezekiel grinned and planted his staff in the dirt. “Don’t wish danger upon yourself, Hannah. It will come soon enough. But as it just so happens, you’ll get your wish. It is time for stage two of your training—an infinitely harder and more dangerous series of magic.”

Hannah’s eyes grew. She hungered for the challenge. “What are you going to teach me?”

Ezekiel looked down at her. “Infiltration. But this time, I won’t teach you anything. It’s time for you to meet the mystics.”

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I woke up this morning and my cat (named Cat) was literally sleeping on my neck. He’s no kitten, and I couldn’t tell if it was a sign of affection, or if he was trying to murder me in my sleep. Just in case it’s the latter, we decided to release another snippet for our book Restriction: The Rise of Magic. If my cat’s plan to murder me succeeds before our release date on Friday, I’m going to be pissed.

Still breathing,

Lee

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(Haven’t read snippet one yet? It’s here.)

Chapter One (cont.)

Her body grew hot, sweat broke across her forehead and spread throughout her limbs. Hannah felt like there was something inside trying to escape the confines of her skin. She looked down at her brother, but a slight movement caught her attention.

A tiny, white lizard crawled out from behind a vendor’s barrel, walked over crawling up her brother’s arm and sat on top of her shaking brother’s body. The creature stared her in the face and cocked its head.

It was strange. Her brother lay dying in her arms, and all she could focus on was this damned lizard.

As she focused on the small, slimy reptile, the pent-up fear and unease rushed out of her. Every muscle in her body tensed and then released at once. Green light emanated from her, and in that moment, the lizard grew to the size of a cat. Tiny spikes pushed through its skin and its pale color turned into a dark green.

It blinked at her twice, then scurried out of sight.

Her breath caught, What the hell?

Hannah looked down at her brother lying quietly in her arms, breathing less erratic.

THANK GOD!

“What happened?” he asked. His color turning back to normal and his breaths falling back into a regular pace.

Hannah dropped into a slouch, pulling her brother into her body. Life in Arcadia without him would be pointless. William was her purpose. All that she did day-to-day was to care for him.

“Hell if I know,” Hannah said, looking down. “You OK?”

“I think—” he started to answer.

A commotion across the street cut her brother’s response short.

A street vendor was talking to a man with a head the size of an ox and a body to match. The vendor stopped arguing with his hands and pointed in Hannah’s direction. The large man looked over and stared right at her, yelling, “Get her!” Two smaller men followed as he pushed people out of his way, heading toward her and her brother.

Hannah’s eyes opened wide. Their chests were emblazoned with the sign of the Hunter; they were mercenaries hired to kill or capture anyone using magic unlawfully within the walls of Arcadia. They were licensed to use magic themselves, and while many in the community held them in high esteem, folks from Hannah’s quarter generally despised the preferential treatment they were given.

All they had to do was flex their magical muscles and people would bend over backward for them. And what choice did they have? Hunters could wield their magic with impunity. While these men were a terror for the Unlawfuls, they had little to do with Hannah’s life.

She was just a common girl.

Hannah glanced behind her looking for their target—an Unlawful brave enough to use magic in the market square. Her face scrunched up in confusion, there was no one there. A sick realization fell over the young woman, her eyes opening in fear.

The green light. The strange lizard, she thought. The Hunters were heading straight for William and her.

She was their target.

Scrambling up, she yanked William to his feet. She pushed him in the direction of their home. His safety was her only concern.

“Go. Run!” she hissed at him.

Sweat beaded up again on her forehead, and her stomach flipped over. Holding her ground, she waited for the men until they were a few yards off, slowing down their approach.

She reached into her cloak. The men froze, eyes wide. If they thought she was some sort of magician, caution would be called for. After all, she could be preparing some sort of a spell. She slowly pulled out her middle finger like it was a wand and waved it at them. “Screw you, douche nuggets!” Hannah yelled, a smirk on her face as she turned and ran for the nearest alley.

She had given William time to make his escape, and that was all that mattered.

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“Hmph,” Ezekiel snorted, leaning on his staff in front of Jones’, his old favorite watering hole. The boards across its windows and door were rotted, giving an indication of how long it had been closed. The sight of the abandoned pub soured what was turning out to be an all-together disorienting homecoming.

The old man had been gone for nearly half a century, but it seemed as if he had been gone an eternity.

He looked around, scratching his bearded cheek. Apparently, a lot could happen to a city Arcadia’s size in four decades. His city had been transformed into a bustling trade center—the heart and some would say, soul, of Irth. He turned from the abandoned bar and ambled on, taking in the few places which had stayed the same and the many that were as different as a lifetime could make them. But each cobblestone still felt familiar under his feet.

Rounding the corner, he was nearly knocked over by a shirtless man covered in body art. The tattooed man rode a contraption that looked like a cart cut in half down the middle. The rider cut close on two wheels as he zoomed past. Stepping back, Ezekiel tripped and fell on his ass.

Mumbling under his breath, he noticed a hand extended into his view, offering to help him up. Ezekiel took the hand that belonged to a kid with a smile that reminded him of the old days. Proof that there was still good in Arcadia.

“OK, pops?” the kid asked.

Forcing a grin through his beard, Ezekiel nodded as the boy pulled him to his feet. “Will be. Not as swift as I once was.”

“Well, those damn magitech speeders are a danger to all of us. Mostly just the rich ride them. Not sure how that guy got one,” he nodded down the road in the direction the speeder had gone, musing to himself. “Probably stolen.”

“What’s a—”

Shouts from a block away cut him short. A young woman with a boy in her lap was screaming and looking in every direction. Zeke’s eyes widened as he saw the green light flow from her into a tiny lizard. His jaw dropped as the creature suddenly grew.

It was magic, there was no doubt about it. But that power was unlike anything he had personally witnessed. Following the disappearance of the green light, the boy’s tremors ceased and life came back to his face.

A toothy grin cut across the young man’s face, which lasted until a group of men rushed them. In a beat, the boy and the woman were running in opposite directions.

“What the hell is that all about?” Ezekiel pointed to the action down the block.

The young man was watching the action as well. “Hell’s got nothing to do with it. They’re Hunters. If they catch her they get a bounty. Pretty lucrative position if you can get it.”

“Hunters?”

“Sure. To catch the illegal magic users. Unrestricted use of magic is outlawed here. Hunters bring in the Unlawfuls—dead or alive.”

“That’s monstrous,” the old man’s eyes narrowed, a flicker of anger flashed across his face. When he had left Arcadia, magic had been free for any with the will to handle it. One needed a mentor to tame that which is within, of course.

But restrictions would have been unheard of when he was here last.

“You must’ve been gone a while, old-timer. That’s how things are run here in Arcadia. Have to control the magic, that’s what we’re told. It’s too dangerous if just anyone used it. I’m sure it’s for the best.” The kid turned to watch the three men rush after the girl. “She should know better. Those guys are gonna do a number on her.”

The boy shrugged, then looked back at the old man.

But he had disappeared.

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Glancing over her shoulder, Hannah saw the men gaining. The three goons were faster than they looked. She turned right, then left, then right again. She popped out of the alley and into the heart of the bazaar. Her legs moved like they never had before as if a new sense of life flowed through her body.

Hopping over a cart filled with apples, she grabbed the handle, halfway jerking her arm out from the momentum. However, she was able to flip it and sent the green orbs rolling across the cobblestones.

She prayed the obstacles would gain her a few steps.

The grocer hurled curses behind her. Ignoring him, she ducked through a stall selling fine silken scarves that she could never afford. Hannah spun through the crowd, pushing her way toward safety, but the shouts behind her indicated she had not yet lost the Hunters.

Her eyes cut around the square, flicking from exit to exit, now alive with the excitement of a chase. She spied an alley she thought she knew and broke for it.

Footsteps grew louder as the men got closer. Dodging a large, wooden crate blocking her path, she took three steps before she looked down the alley.

“Shit,” Hannah muttered as she found herself arriving quickly to a dead end. The clamor of the men scrambling over the crate filled the alley, and she turned around and backed herself against the wall. Hannah lifted her hands in surrender.

She smiled, the humor never finding her eyes. “Fun game, guys. You caught me. I’m it now, right?”

“On your knees,” the lead man, a brute with a scar across his left eye, growled as he approached her.

“Seriously. I’m not what you think. Just a kid. My brother he—”

“Don’t look like just a kid to me,” a second said with the laugh of a hyena. “You look like a ripe woman. Ripe enough to eat.” His eyes scanned her body, making Hannah want to retch.

The two smaller men started to laugh but went dead quiet when the giant raised his hand.

“We’ve heard every excuse, Unlawful. None of them worked. No one’s talked their way out before. You’re certainly not going to be the first.”

The leader drove a bronze staff, which was nearly as tall as him, into the ground. Its tip glowed blue.

Magitech, Hannah thought. She’d seen the Hunter’s weapons take men down before. It was not a pretty sight, but she never thought she’d experience its power first hand.

Her eyes darted around the alley, both to the men and up to two windows, she doubted there was anyone listening who would intervene. She came back to her attackers. “I don’t know magic,” she cried. Her heart pounding out of her chest, she pleaded, “I beg you, listen.”

But these were men of violence, prone to act first and listen never.

The two men behind the staff bearer followed suit. In unison, their eyes covered over in black as if replaced by perfect midnight. It was the sign that they were about to do their own magic.

 

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Hey, everyone,

As I sit here ready to post the snippet, our family is filled with nervous, creative jitters. Restriction should be dropping this Friday (3/17/2017), and I’m sitting in a school cafeteria waiting for my daughter to get out of an audition for the creative arts school in our area.

We’re both nervous as hell!

She’s trying out for Musical Theater (doesn’t get her singing and dancing from Dad).

She sang “On My Own” (Les Miserables), and her monologue was from Chekhov’s The Three Sisters.  Apparently, the evaluators thought her choice to go with Russian lit was really cool.

Now we both wait: Dad for Friday’s release of the first book in the latest arc in the Kurtherian Gambit Universe; Daughter for word on whether or not she made it into the school.

Keep your fingers crossed,

Chris

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Hey all! Lee here, and this is my first ever snippet (I hope they like it, I hope they like it, I hope they like it). As I’m sitting here writing this, my cat (named Cat) is crawling all over me. I think that means that he’s excited to read it-though he’s usually pretty picky. Let me (and Cat) know what you think!

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Prologue

The Far Future…Irth (Earth)

Catherine smoothed her white skirt over her long, slender legs as she prepared to enter the classroom. She was about to give the most important lecture of her life, and she needed to look the part.

Five years working in the Ministry of Education, and she still got butterflies before she walked into the room. Having a great amount of respect for the vocation of teacher, some anxiety was natural, but Catherine hoped that someday she would feel comfortable amongst the students. She swallowed one last time and stepped through the door.

The classroom was abuzz with its normal electricity. The students were curious and even excited to learn. She knew that joy in schooling wasn’t typical for students of this age, but she was lucky to have been given the honor students—the best in New Arcadia. And she also knew that many of them, if she did her job well, would advance far beyond their teacher.

It was not unlike the story she was about to tell—the story of the girl who changed the world.

“Take your seats,” Catherine called out over the hubbub with a cheerful tone. “Settle down everybody!”

After what seemed like an eternity, the students complied.

She stood at the podium and shuffled her notes. “Good. Right. Who remembers what we were talking about last class?” Catherine asked.

Francis, whose parents were both teachers at the University, raised his hand. She nodded in his direction. “You had just introduced a new topic—the Age of Magic.”

“That’s right, Francis. We had finally finished going over the Age of Madness. Someone give us a quick recap into what the Age of Madness was. Remember,” she looked over those looking back at her, “it will be on the final exam.”

All the students stirred in their seats. It was the kind of question that was too easy to want to answer, so they all waited for the others.

Finally, Randall, a boy whose parents were both manual laborers, raised his hand. “The Age of Madness was a time of chaos. Empress Bethany Anne had left the earth to travel the stars some time before. And in her absence, war had broken out dropping humanity into the Second Dark Ages.

“It was after her leaving that the Kurtherian nanocytes had affected most of humanity over generations, changing the world forever. Humans, for the most part, weren’t prepared to handle the mutations in the programming. Michael had returned and stopped an effort by several mutated humans from taking over large areas of Earth.

“She had come back to Earth to pick Michael up after stopping the M’nassa and other tribes from attacking Earth and placing the Orbital Defenses around so that we could never be attacked again.”

The boy paused, then continued. “However, they left without understanding the issues with the changes to humanity. So, instead of giving humans a gift that the Kurtherian Tribe Essiehkor had envisioned—instead of allowing people the ability to tap into the etheric—the nanocytes transformed many into monsters. Ravenous creatures who looked like humans, but who lacked logic or sense of affection.

“The Mad had no love for anything but their desire to consume human blood to get at the Etheric energy the blood imparted. It significantly decreased an already lower population and plunged the world from the Second Dark Ages into the Age of Madness.”

“Good,” Catherine said. “And how did the Age of Madness come to an end?” she asked.

Melissa, a girl in the front row, looked up and spoke without raising her hand. “The Founder appeared. He was a man of great power and could cure humanity of the Madness. He taught them how to control the desires within them. And in doing so, he showed them how to tap into the etheric and produce magic.”

Catherine felt a chill run down her spine upon hearing her student’s words. She had taught them well, and they were now ready to push into harder lessons.

“That’s right. And today, we pick up where that story ends. The Founder was only the beginning of the Age of Magic. He had an important role to play, but his gift was but the Genesis of our world. In the end, he would not be nearly as important as the one who came after him.”

All the students leaned in. She was blessed to have such a hungry group. They’d been waiting all year for the good stuff, and it was time for Catherine to give it to them.

This is exactly what she was ready to do.

“I’m sure all of you have heard the legends, but today we are going to learn the true story of the Hero of Magic. How she rose from nothing to become the most powerful magician the world had ever known to that point and—more importantly—how she used that magic to vanquish evil from our land. She led us out of the darkness and into the time of peace that we all now know.

“It is time to tell you the truth… about her.”

CHAPTER ONE

Hannah didn’t know it, but in a few more minutes, her future would be changed.

Forever.

And how could she have known? It was a day like any other. She and her brother William were on their way to the park in uptown Arcadia, the one clean place they could enjoy themselves in this crowded, sweaty city. Their weekly trip to the beautiful lawn was the only thing in her long, hard days she had to look forward to.

Being with her fifteen-year-old brother was, in ways, the only time she truly felt human.

Turning the corner onto the Street of the Patriarch, William suddenly stopped.

Hannah turned, allowing a little impatience to color her voice. “Let’s go, Will. We don’t have much time.”

Her brother stared off into the distance, his small face ashen, sweat breaking out on his forehead. “Go ahead, Hannah. I… I don’t feel so good. I’ll catch up. I think I might need some—”

Mid-sentence, her brother dropped to the ground. Hannah scrambled back to his side. Eyes rolled back into his head. Her brother, five years younger, started to tremble.

“William?” She checked over his body, her voice rushed out, “Will, this isn’t funny.” The words rushed out at the end.

His trembling turned to shaking, which transformed into full-body spasms. William’s arms tightened against his chest, and his legs kicked like wild beasts. Drool leaked from the side of his mouth.

Someone was screaming his name, repeatedly, “William, WILLIAM!”

But, her screams were accomplishing nothing. His ashen color started to turn, not back to his usual pink, but blue.

Her heart pounding in her ears, Hannah fought back fear and tried to think. Pulling him into her arms, rocking him, she whispered desperately, “Breathe, William, breathe, breathe!”

She looked around, frantically. “Help me. Somebody help me!” All around the bustling square, the early evening market goers streamed right by them noticing nothing amiss. Hannah wasn’t surprised—this city had little room to care for people like them—but their indifference made her angry nonetheless.

Unable to hold herself together, Hannah shouted upwards into the empty sky. Anger swept through her body, electrifying the ends of her arms as people continued stepping around her and her convulsing brother.

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Hey, everyone! Chris here, and I get to drop a note at the end of the snippet.

Right now I’m sitting in a hotel room in Asheville, NC. My legs are aching from a six mile hike up the side of a mountain. I spent the day chasing my wife to the top and then back down again. I’ve been chasing her for 13 years!

Given much of the hike was in silence, I had plenty of time to take in the natural landscape while also thinking about Hannah, her brother, and the fight for Irth!

I also just kept thinking about how excited we are to get this novel out into the world.

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Chris and Lee have been hard at work, and we are pleased to announce that in the coming days, we’ll be releasing the first book in their new series: Restriction: The Rise of Magic.

This project has been a special undertaking, as for the first time they are teaming up with Michael Anderle, the creator of The Kurtherian Gambit series. Over the last several months, Michael has invited several authors to write in his world… and we were among them!

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