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Immersive World-Building

Experience the sights, sounds, and secrets of a new universe brought vividly to life.

Complex Characters

Follow a cast of richly developed characters, each with their own motives, ambitions, and vulnerabilities.

Riveting Plot Twists

Stay on the edge of your seat as unexpected twists and turns keep you guessing until the final chapter.

Engaging Relatable Author

Written by Arbo Slade—adventurer and healer—crafting compelling, emotionally impactful stories.

Experience Inspired Details

Delve into a narrative woven with military, political, corporate, and spiritual elements, making the story both educational and entertaining.

Themes That Resonate

Explore universal themes of power, loyalty, betrayal, and redemption that connect deeply with readers.

Compassion can be a double-edged sword

“Why? Why is this happening to me? I did everything I was supposed to do!”
Seeking the Essence for comfort and guidance, Kya grasped her Black Crystal—someone she could still count on. But BC remained silent. She squeezed it, hoping for a sign—anything. All she received was a cut on her right hand from its sharp edges. The Essence’s response was unmistakable.
The choice was hers and hers alone.

Kya Never Wanted to Kill Again

The removal of a Peer from the Guardianship hadn’t occurred within living memory. Atun removed Kya’s brown hooded cape. Oriel removed the medallion encasing the Black Crystal. Kamil shattered Kya’s staff. In less than three minutes, Kya was left stunned, bare, and vulnerable.

Kya Never Wanted to Kill Again

The removal of a Peer from the Guardianship hadn’t occurred within living memory. Atun removed Kya’s brown hooded cape. Oriel removed the medallion encasing the Black Crystal. Kamil shattered Kya’s staff. In less than three minutes, Kya was left stunned, bare, and vulnerable.

You are a Keeper. You will help me. — Moon

“Why all the rock touching?”
Aster was dumbfounded. As she watched the boy gathering Blue into his cart, all she could think to ask was, “Why do you talk to rocks?”
“It would be rude to assume.”
“Assume what?”
“That your gift of song would have been enough to exchange for the gift of Blue. It works for me, but some caves can be picky.”
Bewildered, Aster remained speechless while the woman who talked with rocks watched Umit.
“Huh!” Kya exclaimed, head tilting slightly. “The cave enjoys your soprano, Umit.”