A modern physician starts a medical practice in a strange, medieval land populated by characters from Grimm’s fairy tales, but his presence creates unintended consequences.
Hello everyone,
Incredible news! Storm of Fury has been approved for an extension, which now gives us 65 days to reach our goal! We currently have 89 more copies to sell, and I know that's in part to the wonderful support everyone here at Inkshares has given me.
Let's keep the momentum going, and we'll have no difficulty reaching our goal! On that note, I'd like to take a moment and give a shout out to another project here at Inkshares that needs our help;
Calling all fantasy fans out there! With only 12 days remaining and 177 copies left to order, this book needs your help!
Exile, Magus by Thomas J. Arnold is a fantasy novel set in a land of empires and city-states still haunted by the ancient past. After breaking his people's greatest taboo by practicing magic, a young dwarf must abandon what is left of his family and flee into a world he has only heard of in stories.
To find out more about this project, visit Exile, Magus’ homepage here: https://www.inkshares.com/projects/exile-magus?referral_code=22a64efc
OR, read more about it now:
Pentaz has lived a relatively comfortable life in the reclusive island nation of Thierdenvolgenlund. His father had won wealth and questionable fame as an engineer, problem solver, and even a one-time dragon slayer. Still the family's peculiar nature ensures that most view them as oddities, but when Pentaz' study of magic the people turn fully against them.
Fleeing home after both a great tragedy and victory, Pentaz enters a world he has only heard of in stories and legends. Now, he must struggle to learn the ways of this strange, new world in order to survive. The dangers of his new life on the road are many though, and they cannot be overcome alone.
Along the way he finds new friends and allies, fellow students of magic, a money-grubbing caravan master, a dwarf of the mainlands whose culture is perhaps most alien to Pentaz, and even an eccentric king overly fascinated by gnomes and their workings. Most importantly he finds Buscidia, a half-dwarven warrior and vagabond, and in her he finds love and hope for a new family to replace the one he had lost. But can Pentaz overcome his own insecurities and pain in order to build the life with her which he desperately desires?
His home has not forgotten Pentaz or his crime however, and unbeknownst to the exile his brother Palkaz has made his way to the mainland as well. As his hunt for the young magus comes to a close, the two find their charged reunion interrupted.
Thrust against a danger the two brothers never imagined, can they overcome their differences long enough to survive?
Want to hear more? Check out the homepage and read the first five chapters for free!
And take a look at what a couple of other authors had to say about Exile, Magus:
John Robin, author of Blood Dawn says "Exile, Magus brings out the grand voice of high fantasy. Thomas Arnold brings together echos of Gulliver's Travels, Terry Pratchet, and Tolkien with his witty, scholarly narrative voice, strange races with strange names, and sense of a rigorously-thought-out world. I excpect from what I read to enter something amusing, thoughtful, and intriguing all at once!"
Tabi Card, author of says "Exile, Magus is a unique fantasy tale, giving new maenaing to the world 'Epic'. As you follow the life of Pentaz, you will be treated to an intricate blend of myth and magic, sit on the edge of your seat through intense battles, and chuckle at the witty banter of the characters as they face a variety of threats. If you read fantasy, read this - I promise it will not disappoint!"
Go ahead, take a look and buy a book!
BUT HURRY! The book’s campaign ends on JANUARY 22nd ORDER YOUR COPY NOW!
https://www.inkshares.com/projects/exile-magus?referral_code=22a64efc
Excerpt Thursday! That's a thing, right? Here's a little passage about how Edith Vale met her first husband Frank -- if they hadn't met, there would be no Andrew, and no Susan and no Henry so think about that, Fates. By the way if you're a following fellow Inkshares author and you haven't pre-ordered, please consider supporting. If you have, order again by all means. Also coming up is another raffle, and this is going to be a good one if you're into cooking. So stay tuned for that. Now onto the excerpt. But first here's a little of the music that was playing, just to get you in the right mood. Listen to it as you read!
"When Edie Met Frank"
The wedding was a little bit of magic. She could still picture the huge terrace overflowing with pots of vivid red geraniums behind a vast house in Westchester County, with a lawn of emerald green that swept majestically down toward the Hudson, the river all shimmery under the light of a full moon. She’d never forget the moment she laid eyes on Frank. The meal had been served – pineapple cups followed by Chicken a la King - and Lester Lanin and his band were playing “The Hukilau Song”, an uptempo, lilting tune that brought Edie back to Hawaiian vacations with her mother, father and Evangeline, when Frank caught her eye from two tables away. He looked so dashing, chestnut hair slicked down with brilliantine, in a dinner jacket, crisp white broadcloth shirt and bow tie, and when he held out his hand and escorted her to the dance floor she felt funny little stirrings and flip-flops deep down inside. They kept dancing, as the band took them on a veritable world tour, with stops in France (“I Love Paris”) and Latin America for a mambo or two. “What is it about you?” said Frank as he expertly negotiated the sea of taffeta and silk swirling around them. “There’s something different. I can’t quite put my finger on it.”
“I don’t know,” said Edie. “These are mostly east coast girls. I’m from California.”
“That’s it! Me too! I knew I recognized something!”
His eyes twinkled and his whole face seemed to open up in a dimpled grin.
It might have been the champagne; it might have been nerves, or exhaustion even as the day had been packed with activities; it might have been his hand and the pressure he applied just at the small of her back as they danced; or maybe it was Frank’s heady scent, a curious, spicy blend of cigarette smoke, bourbon and some musky aftershave, but by the time the orchestra dove into “Old Devil Moon” Edie was as hooked on him as he seemed to be on her.