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Age Category: Young Adult
Release Date: March 16th 2021
Myridians are coming, each wielding one of Six Cataclysmic Powers that will lay waste to the world and wake the God of Neutrality. What happens when one refuses to succumb to her myridian nature and sets out to save the world instead?
SIDRA ANATOLA will soon die a human death and be reborn as one of the myridian, beings destined to destroy the World of Aetheria. In a desperate attempt to change her dark fate, she flees home and the young man she loves to seek help from a powerful entity who has lived through all the ages. But she may not make it in time before she is killed by huntersβ€”or by the love of her life, also a myridian, who fights every day to hold onto the emotions that made him human.
BRESEIS ERISWEN was expelled from the academy and failed her father who expected her to carry on her late motherβ€™s profession as a myridian hunter. But Breseis never wanted to be a hunterβ€”she refused to kill, and she never believed in myridians, to begin with. She leaves home with big dreams, lacking experience, and a broken heart, to prove that she is more than a failed hunter.
Two contrasting paths converge to become a turbulent one. A mouthy intellect with a colorful personality, and a skilled warrior with a frosty attitude, put their differences aside and travel the rest of the way together, robbing temples, angering false gods, and escaping numerous predicaments with their lives. Amid the chaos, they form a friendship despite a gut feeling that both hide dangerous secrets that can save or destroy the world and each other.
The Goraleein man starts to take Sidra around to the back of the carriage, but he stops when he hears her groaning.
I rush over.
“What is it?” Concerned, I peer in at Sidra, her face practically in the man’s backside. “Don’t carry her like that?” I snap, already back to my old self despite the man being able to crack my skull open with the tip of his finger if he wanted. “She’s not a sack of rice, you know.”
The man brings her down from his shoulder and stands her upright, one arm draped around the back of his neck; I move to the other side.
“I’m…sorry, Breseis,” Sidra says, her voice still weak, breathing labored.
“Sorry for what?”
“For everything. For…the burning red star.” Sidra slowly raises her head to the sky.
I look up, and an eerie feeling sweeps over me. I studied the stars at the academy, and I know them, their placement in the sky, the constellations, and what they represent. But this star is new. It isn’t supposed to be there—and stars aren’t supposed to be red.
Without realizing, I have become the same as the crowd, scores of people in the street gazing not at the mountain but the crimson-red spot in the inky-black sky above it.
“What is that?” I gasp. Though I don’t know what it means, I, like the crowd, judging their fascinated, fear-stricken faces, know it isn’t anything good.
The Goraleeins look on with a different expression not shared by everyone else: joy and delight.
They want the world to end, I realize. That’s why they’re helping Sidra.
“It’s the beginning of Aetheria’s destruction,” the woman answers.
“It’s the coming of the Seventh Age,” the man adds, and they gaze fondly at the star together as a lingering tremor grumbles softly through the earth.
And then it starts to rain. And the winds pick up violently as if the gods Themselves pursed Their lips and blew, tearing through the city without remorse or discrimination.
About the Author
Sonja J. Breckon is a builder of fantasy worlds and not ashamed to admit she lives in them more than in the real world. Besides writing books, she works with various programs to create her own cover art, interior art, design, formatting, and fantasy maps. Sonja loves nature, the universe, coffee, and bookstores. Oh, and chicken potato enchiladas.