Wednesday, 11 December 2013


ISBN: 978-1938426520
Series: Solus
Publisher: Stonehouse Media
Pages/File Size: 484pages/646KB
Formats Available: Paperback, E-book

BLURB supplied by Donna Book Passion For Life
Kiora thought she had never heard a lie until she was sixteen. But she was wrong. Her entire existence was based on nothing but. She thought that evil did not exist. Lie. That magic was not real. Lie. And that the land of Meros was all there was. One more lie.

With Aleric telling her that evil is knocking on the door and that she is the only one who can stop them she has a choice to make. Refuse, or start the wildest most painful ride of her life.

She reluctantly dips her toe into her new existence of magic and threads, dragons and shapeshifters, and the person who wants to take control of it all: the evil Dralazar.

However, this journey was never meant to be hers alone. She will be accompanied by a Protector. To her disbelief, and utter irritation they name the hotheaded, stubborn, non-magical, (albeit gorgeous) Prince Emane. They will have to trust each other with their lives, but right now Kiora would settle for a non hostile conversation.

And now it comes down to this, If you had never heard a lie, would you know when you heard one? Is knowing good from evil innate? Kiora finds herself having to decide who lives and who dies on those very questions.


Aleric chased after Emane as he stomped back through the woods. “Emane!” Aleric shouted.
“I don't want to talk Aleric,” he shouted back over his shoulder.
Aleric was beginning to tire of this game. The young prince refused to have an honest conversation with him and it was becoming a detriment to the cause. “Emane, I need you to stop or I will stop you,” Aleric shouted forward.
Aleric hit a nerve. Emane stopped dead in his tracks, frozen, his shoulders rising and falling with heaving breaths.
“Emane,” Aleric began.
Emane whirled around “You will stop me! Of course you will,” he yelled gesturing wildly, “because you can! Because I, ” he poked himself in the chest, “am nothing but an insignificant human who can’t even do magic. I am useless, helpless and now am not even allowed my own free will.” He pointed accusingly at Aleric. “If I don't want to talk, you will stop me. If I say something a dragon doesn't like, he almost sets me on fire. If I get too close to Kiora on an off day, she blows me up. I can’t compete with this magic!” Emane turned, stomping away. Aleric stepped forward ready to intervene when Emane whirled back on him.
“Oh and I am suppose to be the Protector of the Solus, so you gave me a magic sword!” He yelled shaking his sheathed sword at his waist. “Which is useless if I am picked up, thrown, blown up or any matter of magical defenses, before I get within a hundred feet of them. What do you want from me Aleric? You have asked the impossible and don't understand why I don't want to talk?” He threw back his head, laughing bitterly. “All I have wanted to do since the day I have arrived is to tell you ‘I quit,” Emane deflated, “but I can’t. And then I ask myself, for what? So I can fight the un- winnable fight?”
“Is that what you think this is?” Aleric asked. “Un-winnable?”
His head and eyes rolled back in a look of exasperation Aleric had seen far too many times at the castle
“Yes! Aleric! Have you even listened to a word I said?”
“Of course I have Emane, and I can understand how you feel. But I don't understand why it is that you do not understand more history than you do.”
He threw his hands into the air. “Really, Aleric, I just poured my heart out to you and you tell me that I need a history lesson!”
“Come with me, Emane.”
“What if I don't want to come with you?”
“You do.” Aleric turned and walked away.
“Aleric, I am not coming!”
Aleric kept walking
“Aleric... I'm not!”
Aleric didn't even flinch. He prodded his way through the forest smiling to himself, making sure not to glance backwards. It took a little longer than he thought but he heard the Prince crashing through the foliage behind.
“Crazy old man,” Emane muttered as he shoved branches out of his way.


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