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SONG OF UMBYR

They wanted a soldier. They got a symphony.

Orphaned since age eight, Ayla has only known the unforgiving walls and silence within the military academy of Deridoss Garrison. Now, she’s an eighteen-year-old expendable conscript, who knows she may not survive her only chance at freedom—the caves below the garrison. It’s where the empire forges magical soldiers, with few survivors. But when Ayla rises from the cave with the help of a mysterious voice, she’s convinced he’s her father’s deathbed promise of protection. The voice pledges to tame her new-found power, so long as she tells no one of him.

Now Ayla will train with the Umbyr-bled—her country’s magical military elite—as she is charmed by their notorious leader, General Eton. He believes Ayla can revolutionize the way they work magic, and limit both the pain and madness associated, but only if she will betray her shadowy tutor.

As the threat to the realm crescendos and Ayla unlocks the reaches of her power, she will make a dangerous discovery that threatens those she loves and the future of the nation. Her father’s songs can only keep the madness of the caves at bay for so long, and the tempo is quickening.

The Split-Soul King

Eira Vale knows her kingdom can never hope to defeat Ryn Alder. He’s conquered the other eight territories on the continent without bleeding a single drop, but no one knows why. What does he want? Until he arrives in her father’s throne room and makes it very clear—he wants her.

Now sharing a horse with a man she knows only as a murderer and villain, Eira tries to unravel why he’s determined to marry her, and why he’s gathering the few magical relics left in the world. Then his dark eyes turn green, and Eira realizes she’s not riding with one impossibly powerful, confusing man: she’s stuck with two.

Ryn is a man caught in time—half charm, wit, and hidden vulnerability, half obsessive power and determination to secure a single goal, and it involves Eira. The two men share one body and one ambition. With monsters and a magical illness sweeping across the nine kingdoms, Eira will have to work with both of them to unravel old curses and finally set ancient evils to rest. But which of them will win her heart, and which will hold onto the body at the end?

With a love triangle like you’ve never witnessed, The Split-Soul King will have you flipping pages until the final, soul-shattering moment.

Spellbound

Late-bloomer Sienna Thornwood was born into the strongest line of witches to ever live, and that’s all she’s ever wanted to be. But when her mother disappears and is found two days later drained of life, power, and color, Sienna’s magic finally awakens… and it feels more like a curse. Sienna is forced to go live with her gran—among humans.

They’re loud, noisy, and have no personal space, but Sienna agrees to attend human high school if Gran will guide her through the ceremony to obtain full control over the bubbling darkness brewing inside her before she turns seventeen. Gran has outlawed all magic until then, even broomsticks. With magic building up in her body, Sienna is desperate: until she hears a voice in her attic bedroom.

In one of the many old, dusty boxes, is a spell book. Alluring Silas has been trapped inside for who knows how long, and he seems to understand Sienna’s dark magic in a way no one else can. He agrees to teach her, though it’s clear he harbors secrets of his own. Every spell, every word binds them together, and Sienna begins to wish he wasn’t just made of paper and ink. She vows she will free him. Together the two must find a way to control Sienna’s magic, uncover the threat that took her mother, and put the missing stars back in the sky.

And survive human high school.

But the more Sienna learns about magic, the more she sees that there’s always a price, and something about Silas has her questioning just how high the cost of releasing him might be.

Trouble’s brewing.

Claim The Fire

Syra Evenslark has trained and toiled to finally be admitted to Hawkrun Academy—the only place in the realm where Knights are trained and given the chance to wear dragon armor. Taken from dying dragons, this armor grants its wearer unspeakable power, but it comes at a great price: every wearer will burnout eventually, and become little more than ashes. Syra knows the cost and doesn’t care. Better to die in a blaze than the slow freeze her illness has condemned her to. She’s convinced the cure is dragon armor, as were her parents, who died to the same sickness when she was a child.

Now inside Hawkrun, Syra will face more than friendly competition for the armor. Nobles will try to kill her, professors will challenge her, and Akos, the only person to kill a dragon in the last decade, will confound her. He’s always lurking in the dark, with secrets far beyond his strange dragon armor.

When Syra follows him into the north wing of the academy, a mysterious armor of her own will bond to her skin. With it comes power and answers, answers to all the questions Syra hadn’t thought to ask. As she learns more about the armor and the sickness that’s chased her since childhood, Syra will have to decide if what she truly was seeking at the academy was a cure… or power.

Nobody truly survives Hawkrun Academy.

Shadow of the Horizon

The sickness in the wells took her father. The wicked magic of the north took her mother. Ilyia was left with nothing but a northern name and bright-blue blood—both death sentences in the south that had to be carefully hidden.

But when the surviving prince comes of age, a Choosing is announced, and Ilyia is summoned to the palace with all the eligible maidens for the chance to become queen. Her only reprieve from the trials are moments with Ash, a kind king’s guard, who has secrets brewing beneath his stormy eyes.

With more wells closing from infection, the desert nation is slowly being consumed by both the greed of the ruling council and the shadow on the horizon that inches closer each day. When the prince’s life is threatened by the council, Ilyia decides she must survive the Choosing to warn him—even if it may separate her from Ash forever and lead to blood.

Just one drop is all it will take to condemn her. And the lies running beneath her veins are razor sharp.

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