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.
Elemental Water. Keen-Edged Steel. Twisted Sorcery. Monsters Magical and Mundane.
1st ~ Torrent of Evil
Death. That was the omen that the crows and ravens brought to Inkeri.
Deep in the desert Idros Ahdreide, men had lost their lives in battle against a strange evil. A half-Fae wielder, Inkeri ventures to investigate.
Rhodren, baron of the Bois Argent, is commanded by his king to investigate the disappearance of a troop and a caravan, lost at the abandoned citadel of the Archais, deep in the Ahdreide. Yet when he and his men reach the border, a flock of crows and ravens attack.
Surviving that attack, Rhodren and his men are then confronted by slavering panthers. Inkeri comes to their aid.
The Ahdreide has predators aplenty, all willing to feast on the wariest of travelers. What enemy marshals these dangers? What evil lurks at the Archais?
Will a wielder of elemental Water and mortal men discover the truth without become prey for the desert predators?
A menacing watcher lurks in the citadel—with twisted sorcery as a guard.
The citadel at Saet’Idros Archais guarded a passage from the Wastes into the Great Vale. After centuries of duty, the Fae, Enclave wizards, and mundane men abandoned the outpost … then people began to vanish.
The half-Fae healer Inkeri, Baron Rhodren, and his men crossed old bones to discover the whereabouts of a missing caravan and two troops.
Yet a presence watches their entry into the citadel, a presence more terrible than twisted sorcerers, their shape-shifting wyre, and a traitorous Dark Fae.
Both Inkeri and Rhodren sense the watcher, but neither anticipates the dire threat it represents.
Edie Roones’ fantasy Summer Sieges, ordinary people battling extraordinary odds and foul sorcery.
Her body jerked.
Beren muddled her way up. Slowly. Into the pain.
Return was . . . sluggish. A great darkness. A lesser one. She wanted to retreat from waking, crawl back into the deep blackness, but pain pulsed in her head and throbbed along her arm, denying any escape.
Her body jerked again.
Hands were on her. At her hips. Metal clinking. A lift. She groaned.
The hands stilled then gave another jerk that peeled something from beneath her.
And then a growl, deep, predatory. As black as the darkness. Danger as old as time.
Whoever had pulled at her scrambled away. She tried to open her eyes then realized they were open, to night-black. The dancing lights weren’t in her throbbing head. They were torches bobbing, some bigger and brighter, others distant, like the will o’wisps that hovered over deepest springs and in magickal glades.
The first book in the alternate medieval fantasy by Edie Roones: Seasons in Sansward
& Edie Roones’ First Book
& the First Book Published by Writers’ Ink Books
Honor and death? Or cowardice and life? Stark choices, and not that easy.
Beren, a warder at Caldew Keep, swore an oath to defend her lord and lady. The
arrival of the Watrani horde, allied with the Gitane Witches, changes the world she has known. The Witches are sorcerers who have been exiled from Sansward for generations.
Beren’s keep lady orders her to protect the Eye, a magical crystal that increases a wielder’s power.
Besides the magnification of power, the Eye has two other important purposes: 1) It can remove the curse that transformed the fighting Prica warriors into wolves. 2) It will free sorcerers who were trapped in stone at the end of the Great War between the mages and the witches.
And the Gitane Witches are searching for the Eye.
Lady Treasache intends to steal away with the Eye in a desperate bid to keep it from the Gitane. The Prica Storr thinks to use the Eye to shift back into man.
Will Beren sacrifice herself in a futile attempt to guard the Eye? With only a sword as defense against sorcery, can she survive a battle against the Gitane? Or will she discover that the road to death is littered with people who chose honor over life?