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Fantasy Set In A Renaissance World

Weave A Wizardry Web by Remi Black

Least becomes great.  Greatest becomes least.

Two wizards travel sharp-bladed roads in Weave a Wizardry Web.

Wizard against sorcerer. 

Fae against dragon. 

Wyre against Rhoghieri.  

As children in the Wizard Enclave, Camisse and her niece Alstera recited that catechism daily.  Yet the war against sorcery seems far from the Enclave, and the current leaders have forgotten that childhood chant.

What happens when forbidden magic lures wizards?

How many die when shape-shifting wyres invade the Wizard Enclave?

Can Alstera escape the spidery lure of corrupted magic? Or will she become the shifters’ next target?

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Twisted magic. Foul sorcery. Dark corruption.

Weave a Wizardry Web

Frost Clime threatens the Wizard Enclave. Sorcerers and their servants, shape-shifting wyre, have stolen into the city of Tres Lucerna, home to the Enclave.

Alstera is the greatest of the young wizards in the Enclave; she’s treated like the least.

She’s desperate to join the war against Frost Clime, but the chief wizards refuse. Denied her wish, Alstera explores other ways to increase power.

A Fae disguised in glamour courts her aunt Camisse … but for what purpose? Does Camisee have latent power that the Fae will control? Will a forbidden linkage unlock her magic?

And what of Alstera’s cousins, who have joined an outland wizard’s circle? They dabble in twisted magic.

Danger walks the streets of Tres Lucerna, yet the chief wizards refuse to acknowledge it. Rumors fly … of a taboo nexus of power, of vile blood spells, and of enemy shape-shifters in the heart of the Wizard Enclave.

Then wizards are murdered.

A grim future awaits any wizard lured into forbidden magic.

And a grimmer death awaits wizards caught by the shifters.

Can Alstera escape the spidery lure of corrupted magic? Or will she become the shifters’ next target?

A dark fantasy of twisted magic, Weave a Wizardry Web by Remi Black is first in the Fae Mark’d Wizard series. Dream a Deadly Dream and Sing a Graveyard Song continue the series.

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When Haven isn’t a Sanctuary—

When the untried wizard Orielle enters the Wilding on her journey to Iscleft Haven, she expects threats from bears and mountain lions, vipers and hornets.

She certainly doesn’t expect the creatures of legend: wraiths and gobbers, shape-shifting wyre, and the Dark Fae called the Kyrgy.

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 The Dark Fae play a large part in the Spells of Air series of the Fae Mark’d World. Here’s just a few snippets from To Charm the Wind that presents their interactions with Orielle, our protagonist. ~


Volk looked around the room, then he found Orielle. He lifted a marble-skinned hand. “Aiwaz Solksen,” he called, using the Dark Fae name for her. “Lady Bone requests your presence.” His sharpened teeth flashed. “We ride the Hunt tonight, and you swore to ride with us.”


“To where do we ride, Lady Bone?”

“Nowhere and everywhere.”

That didn’t answer Orielle’s question. “You speak in riddles, Lady.”

“You speak in truths, Aiwaz Solsken. Do wizards need Rhoghieri that much?”


Volk knelt before Lady Bone. He kissed the hem of her white gown, stained with his blood. Her long-fingered hand touched the white crown of his head. He looked up. His face shone, retaining that strange glow that had healed him.


The Kyrgy lord came out of the shadows. He wore his silver hair cropped close to his skull. His face looked narrowed than the Lady’s, with bones as sharp as blades.

 The Sorceress and her Wyre are the primary protagonists ~ even though other evil creatures of the Wilding strike against Orielle and Grim~


Orielle shivered. Her hands prickled again. Her face prickled. Her back crawled. Ice shivered over her. Ice that felt like slime. Ice that felt weighty as storms.

 Ice that was sorcery.


Whoever was in that room with him worked foul sorcery. To enchant him?


He seized the knife. A shudder wracked him, then he jerked it out of Zairantze’s breast.

“No!” Orielle cried, too late. As soon as the knife left Zairantze’s body, it dissolved, melting in his hand, the water evaporating into a mist.


Crackling sorcery hit her barrier, weakening it to a translucent shimmer. The two shape-shifting wyre plunged into the fighting on her right.


The knife was embedded to the hilt in the woman’s breast, just like Zairantze. No blood had seeped around it. And a wraith lifted its head out of the hilt.

 It poured up, striking at Orielle with hooked claws.

The Rhoghieri are intended to be allies, but they have no desire to work with a Wizard of the Enclave ~


When he’d laughed enough, Elder Tobit pointed at Orielle. “Prepare” was his only warning. He clapped his hands together.

A boom shuddered under her feet. Orielle staggered.

Brok grabbed her arm and hauled her back. The ground where she’d stood had cracked open.


Orielle saw the open door, darkness inside, her protective seal broken.


The gate’s iron bars were thick, black and unrusted. No Fae would touch the iron, but the metal wouldn’t hold a wizard, not unless it was spelled with a bane. Would it hold a Rhoghieri? One push of Air from Grim would send the gate flying.


An orb of fire shot through the door. Flames exploded over Trebetha. She screamed then crumbled … and writhed on the ground as the fire consumed her. People screamed. The crowd behind them thinned.

The Relationship between Orielle and Grim continues to grow ~


“You counting your enemies? That’s the first bit of wisdom you’ve had.”


“Have you not learned that I’m a better fighter than that?” Orielle asked.

Grim smirked. “You do have a tendency to jump into trouble.”



What is To Wield the Wind?

Here’s a teaser for the fantasy novella >

On a mission for the Wizard Enclave, Orielle ventures into the dangerous Wilding, a strange frontier filled with magical creatures. There she encounters sprites and wraiths, gobbers and wyre.

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All view her as prey.

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Here are some touches from the novella:

The Wyre

  • After peering around, Orielle lifted a hand. Golden magic limned her fingers, both warning and threat. “Come out and play.”
  • He stood on his toes. Yellow claws extended from his fingers. Wyre. Partially shifted. Real trouble, for wizardry had little defense against a fully shifted wyre.
  • The two wyre jumped. Even fearing them, Orielle admired their grace. They splashed into the water, knees bending to land lightly.
  • Two gobbers tumbled to a stop as the tall figure straightened. He wore hide breeches but no shirt. Golden hair straggled over his bare shoulders. A golden pelt covered his broad chest. Long claws revealed his partial shift. Wyre.

Gobbers, Wraiths and other Terrors

  • Shifting fog caught her eyes. She gasped as the fog lifted from the ground. Misty tendrils rose, a cloudy mass that shaped into a head and thin shoulders, a torso with separating arms, wisps of hands and elongated fingers. Wraith.
  • The silvery glow left the gobber’s round eyes. It yowled. Stubby claws jerked at her skirt. The shifting weight destroyed her balance. Orielle stumbled to her knees.
  • She tugged hard. The icy-fanged wind ripped at her exposed skin. Gritting her teeth, Orielle hauled back with her whole weight. “Let him go!” she flung at the fanged wind.

Dark Fae known as the Kyrgy

  • Bone-white horses threaded through the trees. Snow-white riders wore cloaks of ice blue and storm purple. In their frozen marble faces, black eyes spoke for them. ‘Who? From where? From when? Why?’
  • “Kyrgy deal in bargains, my offer matched to yours. Remember that. You have much to learn of the Wilding,” Lady Bone warned. “I hope you survive to complete our bargain.”
  • The rider swung her sword again, cleaving downward. Volk’s blow shattered Saircuista’s sword.

Her only Ally ~

  • The Rhoghieri had more weapons than the sword he hadn’t used. Knives, including a long belt knife as thin as a poniard. He looked like a man heading for trouble, not just happening upon it.
  • “That’s three questions,” Grim protested. “You could let me answer one question, Orielle, before you jump to the next.”





Scary October needs a scary witch, and the fantasy Autumn Spells by Edie Roones offers us Neehla.

Eager to re-embody herself in a younger woman, Neehla builds her sorcerous spell.


In this life her name was Neehla.  Over many lives, she had lost some things, gained others.  Through them all, her sorcery remained tangible evil, woven from the elemental air and the incense of her spells.

Her fingers flew across the loom, weaving a snare for the unwary.  She snatched a spiral of smoke from the air and twisted it deftly before joining the sorcered strand to the thread on the shuttle.  As it shot across the warp threads on the loom, the gray smoke deepened, becoming as darkly hued as the power that shaped it.

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