A hero is an ordinary individual who finds the strength to persevere and endure in spite of overwhelming obstacles.
- Christopher Reeve
I have recently finished the first draft of ‘In stone’, Book one of my Epic-Fantasy series ‘The war of Magics’.
My love of fantasy formed when I was a small child reading C. S. Lewis' ‘The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe’ and has continued ever since. Throughout my life I have struggled health wise and the world of fantasy is always able to whip me away. Whether it was to lunch with the elves in Rivendell, an adventure with Belgarath the sorcerer, or even a lesson with Harry Potter, I was able to escape.
The thought of being able to create a world with my own heroes and villains was always a bit daunting.
I dreamt my characters up when I was 18 in college studying archaeology. My main protagonist, Kazan, was born while I was surrounded by wonderful myths of Britain’s past. It took ten years for me to actually sit and write Kazan’s story. Surrounded by my children and husband, I brought her to life. Her journey was unplanned and a complete surprise to me as I put pen to paper.
I cannot wait to see where Kazan and her friends will lead me next.
War of Magics
The world of Magan, a world dominated by the races of peace, where evil is kept in the shadows.
Out of sight out of mind. The Coven of Hyner, a band of women who became a race of witches, have discovered the secret of unlocking a new magic and will go to any lengths to get the Key.
Breaking a sacred order, the lone goblin, Haman, travels to the land of Fellowfair to share a prophecy, desperate to warn the human King and Queen about the return of witches and the terror they will reign upon the world of Magan. It is here he meets Kazan, a sarcastic she-elf and her newly appointed counterpart, Caldion, a man devoted to action, not words.
Realising an army without magic will be of no match, the King and Queen reach out to the five other races of Magan. Forced to work with Caldion, Kazan is yawning before she’s even left the city – nothing is more discouraging than unappreciated sarcasm.
Book one follows the path of four champions on their own quests of self-discovery and acceptance, all the while trying to prepare for a war only spoken of in broken prophecies. Their journeys will be hard and their lessons tough, but only real heroes can stand tall.
Enjoy the prologue of IN STONE below
The curse of Fellowfair
Excerpts of the High Wizard Timur journal:
Today, an immense suffering shook the world to its very core. I believe now that there is no god, no otherworld. It is all a lie.
It has been almost a week since my dearest friend Jona and I returned to his adopted homeland of Fellowfair.
We had spent many moons away fighting in what is now called the Great War of Magics. We were coming back as victors in our struggle against the Witch Coven of Hyner, and we were all looking forward to the comforts of home. Though not my native home, Jona always made me feel welcome in the land that he and his beautiful wife Sheener ruled. They had spent many years building it in to the greatest island in all of Magan.
When we arrived we were not greeted with the fanfares that we had expected. The city that lay eerily silent. Curtains twitched and doors were slammed shut. Jona had joked that Sheener must still be angry with him and that this was her doing. He explained with a weary and tired smile that they had argued about taking the army of humans to fight in the war of Magics before he left. She had forbide it, telling him that he was no longer the High Wizard and ruler of Dyoner but the King of Fellowfair and of humans. He had stood against her and whisked the army away in secret. The human army had fought the witches and their scourge alongside the wizards of Dyoner. Many had fallen and it would take decades to recover from the loss of life, but the witches had been defeated, no longer able to terror the lands with their evil magic.
As we drew closer to the small castle in the centre of the city a cold feeling of foreboding swept over our party. Jona became increasingly worried and skittish, he called out to his subjects to come forth. No-one did. The portcullis of his castle was risen, no guards at their stations. The horses refused to walk through, dancing on the spot ignoring their masters.
We headed through to the castle walls. I felt a strange magic lingering in the air, the taste of an earthy wondrous smell that reminded me of the summer. It was only that I have been trained to sense magical residue that I detected the undercurrent of a sickly smell of rot. I knew it to be the distinct scent of the ‘destroying angel mushroom’. This was the unique taste of the Witch Queen’s magic that lingered in the air.
Queen Seprish, the woman that we had been fighting against and believed had fallen in the war, had visited the land of Fellowfair.
What we found will haunt me in my dreams for the rest of my living life and probably follow me into the next world.
Blood coated the walls as we walked through heavy double doors. Bodies lay sprawled in front of us posed in unnatural angles. Eyes locked wide with fear, the bodies still fresh as blood slowly oozed out in dark stains across the floor. We numbly made our way through the broken bodies. I knew deep down what was coming and tried to call Jonas back knowing that what was going to come would break him. He did not listen, he walked in a trance.
We entered the Great-hall. The Witch Queen’s magical scent hitting us strongly as it flowed heavily throughout the air around us. Magically suspended high and silhouetted in the dull light of the open hearth was the body of Sheener, the Great Queen. She hung limply by Seprish’s foul magic in mid-air, her face turned towards the heavens. Blood was dripping loudly in ominous drops to the ground. At her feet were the bodies of her three children.
The anguish cries of my friend still rings in my ears. He ran to his family picking up each of his children in turn, willing them to be alive. He wailed as he clawed at the forever floating form of his wife, trying to bring her down to lay by their children.
I stood in a daze at the carnage that lay before me. It took a while before I realised that the screaming had ceased.
In Jona’s dismay, he had called forth a craze ridden spell. I could feel the ground beneath my feet tremble with power. The elemental magic that Jona was calling made its way to do its masters bidding. Cracks began to appear in the marble floor as water and earth mixed and started to radiate from him. It spread quickly. I looked upon my friend’s face in despair, he held his children gathered up to his breast staring up to his wife. He was slowly covering them in a sea of stone. His face locked in a look of desperation and loss as the stone crept over him. His pain now set in stone for eternity.
Gathering my wits I was able to contain the spell within the castle walls. I was filled with such sadness at my friend’s last dying act. I used all of the magic I could muster and covered the whole castle with a great mound of earth. The elements must have felt my great need, I felt them while I worked my spell feeding my strength. I have created a great mountain that reaches up and touches the clouds.
The grief-stricken kingdom of Fellowfair has decided to name this new mountain that sits in the centre of their land, Mount Sheener. And the city that still stands, circling the mountain, the city of Jona.
In the aftermath of this great tragedy has been born a law shrouded in fear and heartbreak and has ultimately split this once great nation, built of love, into two.
And from this day forth it has been decided that the land would be divided into the East and the West. With the border running straight through the city of Jona and Mount Sheener. A new castle is going to be built into a higher verge of mount Sheener in which the monarchs will rule. The island would now have two rulers, a Queen that would rule over the East and a King that would rule over the West. They will be of separate families and may never court or marry. They will rule as equals and never act alone. They will never allow emotions to rule over their minds. They will be paired in all manners except those of the heart.
I feel as though I am lost in this horrible, unnatural state of turmoil.