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I remember the red mouth of the furnace, the wine we drank like water, and the buckets of water we dipped our heads into between shovelfuls of coal
I remember the red mouth of the furnace, the wine we drank like water, and the buckets of water we dipped our heads into between shovelfuls of coal
The Queen of Spheres comes at the end, and there is a dragon that is her agent.
His world died but he's alive. Her world died yet still she lives. They are crossing the Atlantic on the same boat—she a stowaway, he shoveling coal to pay passage. His name is Rowend, and it's been five years since he left his people on their doomsday. Hers is Casidra, and he convinces her not to sacrifice herself because he knows what her people have only just learned: the Queen comes, and she eats worlds.
Together they will hunt the dragon that serves her.
They will chase it to worlds unknown—lands of fire, lands of frost, cities at the end of their life, cities already dead…
He has his faith to guide him and the wisdom, and naivete, of a life spent in the temples. She has her strength, in her heart and her claws, and bitter memories of a life cut short. They'll come to love each other, if Rowend is strong enough to let them. And it's no longer just his hunt.
Book 1 of 5.
Rowend Hunter eBook and paperback available now on Amazon. Hardcover available through my shop. Come back here or follow my Patreon for updates.
Cover art by SixthLeafClover (sixthleafclover.com)
I remember the sour-sweet smell of lead paint in bed at night, the thump of the children's bare feet on the dirt, and Casidra's ears twitching as she dreamed
I remember the sour-sweet smell of lead paint in bed at night, the thump of the children's bare feet on the dirt, and Casidra's ears twitching as she dreamed
I was not prepared to be reminded of my world.
It's supposed to dead. Gone.
In worlds new and old they will fight for answers—and for power, because knowledge is power—and they will seek out every detail they can to complete their hunt.
There is love, under mosquito nets, nestled in the grass bonfire-side, stolen while a river charges, asked and received, buried in memory, and discovered anew in the churning light of a dragon's portal.
There is anger, under fireworks, on horseback, seeded in the past, and deep within the stars.
And there is forgiveness, suffused and expansive.
Together they will explore. Together they will grow. Together they will seek.
Book 2 of 5.
Rowend Seeker coming 2026. Come back here or follow my Patreon for updates.
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