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Because my stories have bite, they can contain content that isn't suitable for work or children. Not a lot of truly graphic sex or violence, but there are some questionable or heated posts. F-bombs are not uncommon, so watch your footing.

Thursday, August 9, 2018

Nomycha is out

I finally finished it, put it together, and put it on Smashwords. I'm nervous, wary, weird. I haven't done this in a while, and I'm really not sure how I feel about the whole thing. Lemme know if you like it, or if it even sounds interesting. You know the standard drill of like and share and all that o,..,o

Princess Cyryna has been trained to heal and lead her people in goodness against the darkling races. But she is not like the rest of her people, often wondering why they cannot get along with the peoples of Valham simply because they are different. Priests tell her to meditate and find her path. Warriors tell her the others are merely monsters. Her mother tells her to follow her heart.

Her heart sends her visions she cannot understand: Knelt before her, head bowed and long hair splayed across strong shoulders, is a man in leather and linen. Blood drips from his sword as he offers it to her, staining his fingers, running down studded leather gauntlets. Though he never looks at her, she knows his eyes are the color of the moon, and that he will be hers. He will serve only her until the day he dies, if she will but accept his fealty.

When war breaks out between the two lands, Cyryna must leave her training and contemplation to recover a relic of great power. Her magical skills are immediately put to the test in skirmish after skirmish with the undead hordes of Valham.

Her heart is put to the test when she meets a man with silver eyes.