Love Stories for Those Who Refuse to Make Themselves Small
Marked By Flame
Think: Crescent City meets The Witcher with Supernatural DNA. Gritty, smart, emotionally charged.
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COMING SOON!!!
Marked By Flame
Book One in the Veilfire Accords Series
Callia Blackburn, of House Blackburn, is the youngest mage in centuries to survive the Rite of Ascension, marked as her House’s true heir before she was grown. When the Twin Blades of Destiny and Ruin choose her, ancient weapons that should have slept forever, the Twelve Houses panic, the Veilborn Courts stir, and a war older than memory begins to wake.
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Eryx Virael, exiled prince of the Veilborn realm of Vaelthys, has carried six hundred years of guilt, secrets, and scars. Once, he ruled the stormlands. Once, he commanded armies. Once, he swore an oath that shattered the realms. Now, he will break every law of gods and men to protect the woman fate has bound to him.
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But Callie doesn’t know the truth. Not about the Blades. Not about the shadowed realm stirring beneath their feet.
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The Veilfire Accords are breaking. The Thirteenth House rises. And when the Dark Triad call upon a Daiveryn (god) of death to consume the realms, Callie and Eryx must choose to be weapons of prophecy, or to be each other’s undoing.
Welcome to Auren the Third Realm of Lrenia'veil
"I righted myself and walked down the winding road toward the Iron Pass, where Northward ended, and Hollowspire began.
On our side, dense forest crowded the road. Beyond the ridge, Graye territory rose into rock, cliffs, and snow-capped peaks. Checkpoints controlled both ends of the pass."
- Calia Blackburn
"Birch, poplar, spruce, and harsh shadows were all I could see. I knew these woods better than anyone. I was born in them. I bled in them. Every part of them."
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- Calia Blackburn
"The townhouse in Accord City was tucked inside the quarter known as the Magistrate. It was an older part of the city designated for Mages, political officials, and high-seated royals from other realms.
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I opened the main door and stared out at Accord City. The conurbations sprawled around us, and sixteen districts of glass, stone, traffic, old magicks, and nearly every kind of being the eight realms had produced.
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Everyone came to Accord City. Eventually."
- Calia Blackburn,
"Then I prayed to the God of safe passage to the Celestine realm. The mythical ninth realm. Where most in this realm believed you went after death, carried in by Rah’oz himself after he weighed your good deeds against your bad. No one had ever seen the ninth realm or returned from it. So it was merely a belief most held on to, but it was never proven. Thus there were eight known realms, not nine."
- Calia Blackburn,