My sequel to The Last Great Wizard of Yden has burst onto the 2013 scene. This action-packed novel has intrigue, treachery, heartache, and teenage angst… along with dragons, magic, wizards, and a love triangle!
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The children of Yden are returning home, and it’s time to choose sides. The Fox Clan is building an army, but its motives and goals are unclear. As Jon begins his magical training, a reckless skirmish with Guinn of the Fox Clan has unforeseen repercussions. Not only has he placed himself in danger, but nobody around him is safe. When Jon discovers Guinn is looking for a secret weapon, a magical artifact called the Portal Key, he vows to find it first. Jon does not yet realize the Fox Clan’s most potent weapon in its quest for power will be his heart.
He passed into a mossy clearing dotted by several mature fruit trees and sculptures of fairies. Focused on an intricate sculpture of a brownie, Jon nearly smacked into a strange kid.
“Whoa,” Jon said, rearing back. “Sorry, I didn’t see you there.”
The boy, perhaps eighteen, was bare-chested, muscular and gripped a six-foot long staff. “State your Clan and your business.”
“Your Clan and your business,” the boy repeated, brandishing the staff.
Jon’s eyes narrowed. “I don’t answer to comic book hero rejects.”
He glanced over his shoulder to check Sela’s progress and suddenly found his legs swept out from under him. Jon landed on his back with a loud thud, wincing from a stinging pain across his calves.
“Dude, what’s wrong with you?”
The kid responded by rotating the staff around and around like an incoming helicopter blade. Jon scrambled to his feet, leaving his duffle bag on the ground. From somewhere behind him, Sela gasped. His attention riveted on the weapon, Jon held up a warning hand.
“Stay there, Sela. This guy is seriously nuts!”
The wooden staff whooshed toward Jon’s head and he jumped back out of reach. Unfortunately, he stumbled over his duffle bag and sat down hard. The stranger dissolved into mocking laughter.
“You’re mean!” Sela cried.
A nearby fruit tree provided Jon’s sister with handfuls of juicy ammunition. Her aim was wide, but the incoming missiles made the teen duck. Jon seized the opportunity to tackle his assailant to the ground. He wrestled the staff away, burned it with the flames shooting from his fingertips, and flung the seared wood onto the gravel path.
“Stay down, punk, or there’s more where that came from,” Jon said.
The kid raised his hand and Jon noticed his clan ring — too late. Jon flew backward, as if yanked by an invisible elastic cord. He twisted in the air and slammed face-first into a stone sprite. As Jon spat blood from a cut inside his mouth, the stranger advanced.
“More of what, lightweight?” he sneered. “Seems to me like you got nothing.
The situation disintegrated fast.
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