Curse of the Jenri is now OUT, out in ebook and, for the first time,
I'm going to be putting it out in print as well. I got the proof, my
first ever, today! I'm so excited (so no print now but soon; I'll keep
you posted). You can find it on amazon and smashwords and it should soon
be available at Barnes and Nobles, Kobo and the iStore. Links for
Amazon and Smashwords are available now
.
Finally, a Sword & Sorcery epic like it ought to be: manly hero who swings a massive sword and stumbles
into
spells, lovely wife who can kick his ass, a fleet of fiery and fierce
compatriots, dastardly villains with vile intents, even griffons, all
that and a dragonet. Oh, and six kittens. Because every manly man needs
kittens, right?
RIGHT?!?
Or, alternatively,
The world of the Jenri is a dangerous, primitive world, where women are prized as
chattel, but the Jenri women, every one from the eldest archivist to the
smallest babe, strike fear into battle-hardened mercenary hearts. It is a world
where battle steeds are mythical beasts and magic is as deadly a weapon as a
sword. Those who wield both are doubly dangerous and those who cross them are
thrice damned. The Jenri are mistresses of all these things. If you love one of
these marvelous women, you must best her in a contest of her choosing to win
her love in return.
These were women who needed no one to take care of them. Until now.
It wasn’t enough that Jenri women had been stolen, including his wife, Layla It
wasn't enough that those who had stolen them had nefarious plans. And
phenomenal magic powers. And could escape in seconds. And an underground
fortress in the midst of frozen mountains so cold Tander was afraid he’d
shatter if he stumbled one more time. It wasn’t enough that he was surrounded
by angry husbands worried about their wives and willing to take their tempers
out on him if he was leading them in the wrong direction. It wasn’t enough that
he was also surrounded by the remaining women from his tribe who were equally angry
and more than capable of kicking his butt.
No, on top of all those little issues, he discovered he's no longer “just” an
extraordinary swordsman, but also a great and powerful sorcerer with absolutely
no idea how to use his powers. He was not just any sorcerer, either, but one
chosen by six tiny kitten familiars who
did know how to use his powers
and who had no problem telling him. All the time. While they demanded to be carried
all over his person, purring and taking inopportune naps. He didn’t want these
powers or a flock of noisy but helpful kittens, but he was going to need them.
He'd need all the skills and talents he and his companions possess in order to
save their women—and Layla.
But we love you, Tander! Solace insisted, purring and licking his neck.
Things have
got to get better soon.
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