My Books

The page for any and all novels I’ve finished which are available to buy at this exact moment, as well as the places where you may presently do so! A short description and links to various stores follow below the title of each book, with a longer description if you’d like a little more to tantalize you before deciding–

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The Necromancer and the Revenant: Resurrected Edition:

A high fantasy revenge novel of 231,000 words. Targeted exclusively at an adult audience as much due to its psychological elements as its ultraviolence and erotica. The first of four books in The Necromancer’s Vengeance series.

Description:

Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1022294
Apple Books: https://books.apple.com/us/book/x/id1514258923
Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/s/2940164082024
Kobo Adult: http://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/Search?Query=9780578697079

“The Necromancer and the Revenant: Resurrected Edition is an adult high fantasy revenge novel for fans of explosive yet in-depth magic, violent horror, intense psychological story telling, and anyone over the age of 18 who loves to see conventional villains recast as unconventional heroes. The Resurrected Edition contains a plethora of new content from characters to scenes, for a net increase of 60,000 words. Many existing scenes and character arcs have been rewritten or replaced altogether, adding tens of thousands of words in new content which the word count alone cannot convey.

Divari Sidra, Crown Princess of Tresamer, dreams of being a heroine. Despite her upbringing as a woman in the staunchly-patriarchal Tresar culture, she believes that her courage, her ingenuity, and her burgeoning skills as a mage will propel her to greatness. Or, at least, this was what she believed before her father, King Chelar Sidra, ordered her to lead a simple mission: to retrieve a small bundle of golden silk from the site of a battlefield.

After a long search through mangled corpses, the princess finds what she seeks. So too do she, and her appointed guards, find a remorseless foe that they do not expect–a bloodthirsty ghost who shortly butchers Divari’s companions and forces the princess into a desperate flight northward. There, she hopes to deliver a warning to a necromancer: that her family’s bitterest nemesis has set one last plot in motion.

The Tresar maiden’s prospective ally, however, terrifies her little less than the Revenant she flees from…

Gratai Lin has what she believes wants from life: a fully-furnished cavern, a full staff of well-trained servants, and an ever-growing horde of undead. Far below in a secure vault she conceals her mythic reaping spear, the peerless Skybleeder: weapon of her ancestor, the Inferno Matriarch Ten-zai herself. An accomplished north Ton warrior and perfectionist necromancer, well settled into a life built solely through her own merit, Gratai sees no need for the world outside Pinebell.

She repeated this litany each day for long years. Yet now Gratai receives a surprising letter from the south, and throws herself into preparing her remote cavern for a party–one, it seems, her estranged mother will be attending. For Gratai Lin, as much as she might hate the truth, is a princess in her own right. She is the firstborn daughter of Mou-chirin, the Manifest Gauntlet, Matriarch of all House Lin.

Now her mother writes that the time has come for her to take up her birthright–soon to lead the fearsome War-Matrons of their house in war and peace alike.

The battles to come will force Gratai and Divari to reconcile their clashing views: of magic, of heroism, and of themselves as women. If they do not, they and the companions who join them will surely perish. For soon, they must match wits with the most powerful force of mage-hunters ever assembled: the unstoppable Inquisitors of the Sleepless Vigil.

Yet even the dreaded black robes cannot match the bloodied nightmare who awaits come the journey’s end. The last, cruelest tyrant of an ancient bloodline, most implacable of all House Lin’s enemies, her hatred now turns on the people of Tresamer as well. She is the wielder of the reaping spear called Cadent Crucible. She is the Red Blossom at Repose. And indeed, she is the merciless Revenant birthed in rending vengeance by her army’s oblivion on the banks of the Soloven river, the immortal slayer who hunts Divari and Gratai alike: Mei-la Sairo.”

The Necromancer and the Reaping Spear:

An epic fantasy novel of 488,700 words with a secondary focus on paranormal erotica, for adult readers only. The second book of four in the Necromancer’s Vengeance series, it follows on directly from The Necromancer and the Revenant. 

Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1057853
Apple Books: https://books.apple.com/us/book/x/id1544144432
Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/s/2940164754495
Kobo Adult: http://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/Search?Query=9780463899052

Long Description:

A month and a half has passed since the devastating battle at the Redoubt of Charod and the final defeat of the Revenant, Mei-la Sairo. The physical wounds inflicted on the survivors have healed. The spiritual ones may not be so easily mended. An unexpected letter from the war-torn land of Tresamer forces the companions back on their feet for another confrontation with the future.

In a world bereft of fortune and destiny, each must ask themselves who they truly wish to be–and what prices they’ll pay to get there.

By the whim of a necromancer and the adoption it brought about, Syla now stands as heir apparent to one of the oldest and most powerful dynasties on Canno. As her own star rises, her idealism and fighting spirit will be tested to the limit.

Divari still lives where mightier spirits have fallen. But a woman of flesh and blood cannot shrug off the scars left by months of misery and torture in a darkened cell. Her will is enough to keep moving forward. But can she overcome the doubts of her own despair to be the mage her friends need?

Enner has everything he could conceivably wish from life: an honored place at a prestigious arcane institution, a comfortable home, and a beautiful wife. As enemies gather and conflict grows, however, he may find there are darker currents beneath the surface of his happiness.

Gratai has assumed her rightful place as the Matriarch of House Lin. Already a legend in her own time, it seems all that remains is the reclamation of her heirloom reaping spear, the dread weapon named Skybleeder. Yet its history, and hers, go far deeper and into ages more dire than she herself realizes. When the fires of the past reignite, will anything survive of the present?

Azukai’s thousand-year vigil has born fruit at last. With Gratai’s ascension to the Terase Throne, she may finally have the chance to put her revolutionary ambitions into play. But as the devil-matron herself says, sometimes one can only hope to reduce their enemies enough to act. It remains to be seen whether she and the one she calls her soul-sister have chosen to act too soon.

Len is honored as the brother and sworn retainer of the Lin Matriarch. Equipped with enchanted armor and two swords including the Revenant blade called Corpsefire Clarion, he should have enough power and prestige to exhilarate any warrior. Well and good–then why is his prevailing feeling that of discontent?

Stranded in the mountaintop fortress of Shearbolt Watch, Morkui can trust no one in his lonely battle against the Vigil’s attempts to brainwash him back to the fold. He might yet uncover opportunity within the miasma of schemes created by his former teacher, the Grand Inquisitor–if he avoids being found out and executed for treachery in the meantime.

New trials await the companions. The gods of the Cannoan Pantheon, never the steadiest allies, may soon turn against them. The Grand Inquisitor, Pelari Tur, now sees Matriarch Lin as her foremost rival. All her malevolent cunning turns to winning their contest. And, perhaps direst of all, powers so ancient that their names have been forgotten stir in the darkest reaches of Canno’s planes. Some may already have set their insidious hooks on the souls of the companions…