Nafury has spent all his years fleeing from Fate. Banishment from his home for the last ten has proven to be the least of his worries. After almost destroying the world of Aster, he should be dead. But a promising hope given to him from his sister continues to pull him forward. Armed with only his sword and haphazard miracles, his enemies have never been more scared of him.
When Nafury stumbles on an unlikely ally inches from death, he finds a lead to the answers he needs. Only a more dangerous enemy has found him in turn. With the world’s wounds still open, he must work fast to stop the coming devastation. If he fails, the dream and nightmare Threads that make Aster will become nothing more than a memory.
Sequel to the Dragon Aster Trilogy. Now available! Paperback will be available next week.
When an Awl takes Sybl to the realm of Aster, she will discover a place where fantasy is the reality. A world of dragons and creatures only dreams and nightmares could conjure.
A dragon’s faith in a Prophecy that a Fay would return to restore the balance of life and death leads Cirrus to Sybl. They will be pitted against a demon’s vengeful pull towards a war against Earth. A war held at bay by a hope for peace that was nearly extinguished three hundred years ago.
The Threads of Fate will unfurl to their shattering point, and be held together by the wings of limitless love as the Dragon Aster Trilogy comes together, unabridged and complete with a glossary and map.
The major differences from the separate books (#1-3) that you will find in here are:
– A map of the Torian and Suzerain Continents
– A full glossary
– All three books in one
– And a new cover!
I am still gathering names together to ship review copies out to as well, so if you are a reviewer, book blogger, librarian, book store employee and such I would be happy to send you a paperback or digital copy in format of your choice. Just email me on Goodreads or at email@example.com
Excerpt from chapter 7 of Dragon Aster: Book I
Cirrus continued to wave the golden fairy pendant from its silver chain back and forth by his index claw. It had become a careful art of discipline for him to so much as hold the delicate jewelry, for he had only to forget about it…