Showing results for "The Voids" in Dark Fantasy

Eric - or King Halar, or Vlad, or any number of aliases - doesn't want to be bothered. It's hard to pin down what he does want, if anything. He lives a quiet life, almost a solitary one, mourning in his own way for the loss of someone dear. His quiet solitude can't go on forever. Despite the empty places inside him, events and creatures move through the worlds and across the void between, forcing him into action, into fighting, into confronting things perhaps better left alone...even forcing him into being a King.

Victor Sandoval—aka Lord Victor, Duke of Iron Mountain—has continued to expand his legendary status fighting for the kingdom of Gloria in the world of Rhun, where savage duels between champions are the ultimate deciders of fate. But his trials in the arena pale in comparison to what comes next.

Since the halcyon days of the Great Crusade, these noble rogue trader dynasties have plied the void in the Emperor’s name, answering to whomsoever sits as the king of the Davamir Compact. There has been profit and adventure and abundance in these times… Yet now the galaxy is changed, divided by the birth of the Great Rift. As plans are drawn up for the most immense crusade imaginable, the Emperor’s reborn son demands that the Compact seek a way across the Rift.

Eric Grayson survived his first few months in the Empire with a mixture of clever spellwork, beautiful and competent allies, and a lot of improvisation. Now officially an Exalted Lord, he's navigating noble society, attending classes at the Imperial College, and refurbishing the House of Stars into a home. The Emperor has taken notice, and when the ruler of the Empire you are currently in sends a summons, saying no isn’t really an option.

Michael has taken the Game by the throat. No longer content to lurk in the shadows, he has started down a path that will inevitably bring him into conflict with the Powers. But the Powers are no easy foes. Nor are they Michael’s only adversaries. Other enemies stir. Some confront him openly, while others watch patiently from the sidelines. A lone wolf no more, and with many of his own pieces in play, Michael may find himself more exposed than he believes. The stakes are high. And the schemes of the players convoluted.

Casia has survived her brother's attempts to crush her and her growing army, but the battle for their empire is just beginning. Bitter and wounded, carrying the curse of a dark and dangerous upper-god, and desperate for more allies, she charges northward to seek the elves who once walked alongside the divine beings. The elven Court of Moreth holds knowledge. Secrets. And power. The kind of power that could shift all of Casia's wars in her favor. If she can survive the dangerous politics and treacherous magic of the elf-kind.

Talia has spent her life in hiding, hunted by the Searchers for a power she doesn’t understand. The cursed Marshes of Ashtar may be the only place left to hide. But even there, ancient vendettas stir and conspire to use her abilities against her will. Sai’s ambitions never rose to the levels fate had in store for him. But when war and chaos erupt in the Seven Realms, he must choose between the crown he serves and the truth he’s buried. Yang thought he’d escaped his past in the swamp, training in secret under a woman no one believes is real.

‘Nothing in the Void’ picks up right where ‘Shadows in the Dark’ left off. The second book in the ‘Apotheosis’ series continues the story of Cato, Maya, Raven, Rayne, and Marcus as they find themselves at the heart of a mystery that may change the fate of the world. Separated from one another, each of our heroes faces the daunting task of uncovering the role that destiny wants them to play in this epic clash against darkness. The time has come for them to jump in the river, and allow themselves to be carried by the current, driven by the wind, and guided by the stars.

The petty, vicious gods demand that Bib the sorcerer lure his friend, the young king, into a losing war. Bib thinks he’s clever enough to arrange things so that the king is defeated yet keeps his throne - and his head. But the king won’t listen until Bib crushes some traitors for him. Faced with rebellious nobles, mystical killers, and allies he can’t control, Bib finds that cleverness needs a sword and some vicious magic to back it up. Because if he fails, the gods have torture, death, and even destruction beyond death waiting for him. They may even point and laugh.

This epic trilogy has come to an end! In the aftermath of facing the Dark King, Darcus and his friends are forced to turn to the Ägarians for assistance, yet they stumble headlong into the intricate webs of elven politics, a realm Darcus and his friends are ill-prepared for. Amidst the challenges they face, Darcus's latent powers surge, propelling him to tamper with ancient authorities beyond his comprehension. Although his situation seems hopeless, he discovers a luminescent ember of hope that he clings to as truths are revealed.

Sam and Tobie wake up on a dirt road in the middle of nowhere, with no real memory of how they got there. It is up to the two to put their growing dislike aside long enough for them to get home. Sounds easy enough, but when you throw in an all-powerful queen, a creature from the void with its own agenda, and many other oddities along the way, will Sam and Tobie have what it takes to get home in one piece or will the price for freedom be too much to pay?

Each year, Democryos sends his brightest student into the war-torn countryside to work magic. But when his wife leaves him for a mysterious stranger, he finds his own life ravaged. Forsaking the comfort of the citadel, he searches for her, traveling through the same forgotten lands where he sent his students. Along the way, he befriends an elusive member of the king’s harem, a holy man harboring guilt, and a maimed soldier.

That day at the Armantrea market was the same as any other, until a tall, beautiful stranger appeared and snapped his fingers. In an instant, my world disappeared, replaced by his strange land. I'm suddenly surrounded by foreign accents, mysterious, magic-wielding Astrales like Xander, and powers I never knew existed. Except, in Xander's eyes, I belong here. Fate's unfathomable hand guided mine to unknowingly create a replica of an ancient Astrale relic - one with the power to upend society as we know it.

Brea never expected her life to change when she stumbled into the Whispering Wisp, a hidden bookstore tucked away from the bustle of the city. But when she discovers an ancient book bound in weathered leather, its pages pulsing with otherworldly magic, she is thrust into a world she never knew existed—the mystical realm of Aetheria.

The Marauders of the Inferno have not heard the call to crush spirit and will for 80 millennia. We, the Blisserack, have waited, stoking the heat of our rage until we could once again immolate and break the foul corruption named creation. But our liege has manipulated the weakness and vices of the living world. They have given rise to Crayaht’En, our chosen one, our messiah of annihilation. He has already called a Devourer of the Siege from the bloody seas of the realm of malice and it glutted itself on hundreds of humans.

Poverty and sickness are on the rise, as the Order of the Enlightened Sun remains silent. In the two-year wake of the battle of Katahn, Stratia cries in pain and rage, desperate for answers or a place for their blame. But they are not alone in their anger! Fearing a repeat of ancient history, the Kasarin Empire sends an overwhelming army, led by the titan Zenen’Rol, to eradicate every Stratian. Now, Rylin, Ishell, and a handful of Lights, must defy the apathetic wishes of the Order, and defend Stratia.

The world of Pravahs suffered from a time of darkness and genocide at their hands. These demon-instructed magi turned the skies black, led an army of the living dead and demons in a global conquest, and left miles of burned earth in their hellfire assaults. Their defeat was nothing short of miraculous. While the land remembers, people forget. The people of the continent of Stratia have dismissed the ancient "Black Decade" as myth, even while their blood runs cold with fear at the mention of the dreaded "Void Hands".