Mage S Blood Proof

The Moontide is coming. Urte stands on the brink of war. Now three seemingly ordinary people will decide the fate of the world. Urte is divided, its two continents separated by impassable seas. But once every twelve years, the Moontide sees the waters sink to their lowest point and the Leviathan Bridge is revealed, linking east to west for twenty-four short months. The Rondian emperor, overlord of the west, is hell-bent on ruling both continents, and for the last two Moontides he has led armies of battle-magi across the bridge on crusades of conquest, pillaging his way across Antiopa. But the people of the east have been preparing--and, this time, they are ready for a fight. An epic fantasy, rich in intricate plots, intrigue and treachery. Vast forces collide and ordinary people make heart-rending choices that will shake the world.

Most of the time the Leviathan Bridge lies deep below the sea, but every twelve years, when the tides sink and the Moontide comes, it is revealed - linking Eastern and Western continents. At first, traders went back and forth across the bridge, but then the Rondian Empire - hell bent on ruling the East - sent its first two Crusades, and its mage-led armies pillaged their way across the new world. Now the Third Crusade is mustering, and this time the peoples of the East will fight back. But for all these massing powers, it is three ordinary people - a failed mage, a market girl and a jaded mercenary - who will determine the fate of the world.

As the sun stabbed through a cleft in the eastern mountains, a thin wail lifted from a midden. The refuse heap lay downwind of a ramshackle cluster of mud-brick hovels. The quavering cry hung in the air, an invitation to predators. A lurking jackal soon appeared, sniffing warily. In the distance others of his kind yowled and yapped, but this close to prey, he moved in silence.There: a bundle of swaddled clothing amidst the waste and filth, jerking spasmodically, tiny brown limbs kicking free. The jackal looked around then trotted forward cautiously. The helpless newborn went still as the beast loomed over it. It did not yet understand that the warm embracing being that had held it would not return. It was thirsty and the cold was beginning to bite.The beast did not see a child; it saw food. Its jaws opened.An instant later the jackal was hurled through the air, its hindquarters smashing against a boulder. It writhed agonisingly and tried to run, sliding down the slope it had so gracefully ascended, its eyes flashing about, seeking the danger it had never even sensed. One hind leg was shattered; it didn't get far.A ragged bulk wrapped in cloth rose and glided towards the beast, which snapped and snarled as an arm holding a rock emerged and rose and fell. There was a muffled crunch and blood splattered. From amidst the filthy cloth a face emerged, a leathery-faced old woman with wiry iron hair. She bent until her lips were almost touching the jackal's muzzle.She inhaled.

Hundreds of years before the great Mage War, a land lies, unknowing, on the edge of catastrophe. . . Barl is young and impulsive, but she has a power within that calls to her. In her city, however, only those of noble blood and with the right connections learn the ways of the arcane. Barl is desperate to learn-but her eagerness to use her power leads her astray and she is banned from ever learning the mystic arts. Morgan holds the key to her education. A member of the Council of Mages, he lives to maintain the status quo, preserve the mage bloodlines, and pursue his scholarly experiments. But Barl's power intrigues him-in spite of her low status. Together, he realizes they can create extraordinary new incantations. Morgan's ambition and Barl's power make a potent combination. What she does not see is the darkness in him that won't be denied. A Blight of Mages is the new novel set in the world of Karen Miller's bestselling debut The Innocent Mage.

Wound a lion’s pride, and you will feel their claws. When Plas, defiant King of Ipithyia, insults Wely, proud King of Lynchun, Wely needs no further provocation for invading the realm of his long time enemy. As Wely’s lord of battle, Othrun of Eastrealm is charged to destroy Plas and conquer Ipithyia. This, despite Othrun winning a hard-earned peace with Plas, by sparing him from death, years before. But other ambitious warlords vie to seize Ipithyia for themselves. Othrun faces bitter combat on multiple fronts, intrigue, and the mysterious powers of Eltnish mages like Queen Lysi. Who still has securing Othrun’s love, and her own plans for conquest, squarely in her sights. Othrun will require the aid of his own mage, the enigmatic Viwa, to combat his foes who can deploy mages of their own. For Othrun’s mysterious spiritual guide appears to have deserted him. Othrun is forced to rely more and more on pagan magic—magic he is supposed to disavow as heresy—rather than his Single God. Othrun’s armies are led by heroes who seem destined to become legends, such as Othrun’s son the Younger, Ingersa, Glathan, Thurol, Yedwol, Eld, Centi, and the fiery and skilled yet untested She-Wolf of Carthlughe, Hiris, also known as the Haughty Princess. Yet even all those great warriors won’t be enough to ensure triumph. And Othrun will need to prevent temptation, doubt, and his mercurial nature, putting his once staunch faith, and his allegiances, in jeopardy. But before Othrun can grapple with all these challenges, he must confront dark secrets that could not only destroy his shaky beliefs, but also destroy Othrun himself.

He taught me to be invisible.Not in any magic way. There was nothing magical about Ryan. One year older, the king of the high school. Captain of the Football team. Gorgeous, and breaking hearts as a hobby.His other hobby was making my life miserable. So I became a ghost. I learned to hide. I learned to be small, unnoticed. I learned to push down everything that made me unique. All I ever wanted was to fit in. All I ever wanted was to be invisible. I hated him. I spent my lunch hours hiding from him and his clique of bullies. Thank God for the yearly ATTP test. Suddenly, my greatest enemy was gone. The government says the test is to detect a mysterious illness affecting teens - but then why did a military general take Ryan away? What are they looking for in our blood?The answer is found in the majestic halls of Arumrose Academy...This YA paranormal academy romance has shifters, vampires, mermaids, and danger that will freeze your blood.

In a world where magic has supplanted science, those that can use it become the new upper class, while those that can't are cast out into the world, barely getting by. Eric, the last scientist, sets out to change all that, to restore a balance lost decades ago. But when a young mage is killed in front of him, he must struggle to get away from the dogged pursuit of the Mage Authority and coerce anyone he needs to in order to finish his quest. Even those that would work against their own interest in the process. Bethany is the leader of her investigative team of the Mage Authority. When she gets assigned the case of the wrongful death of a young mage, she is thrown down the rabbit hole of conspiracies and intrigue. Will she be able to find the mage responsible before the politics of the guild system forces her to arrest the wrong man? Ardith is broke and in debt. Despite her own abilities, the world of magic just wasn't working for like it should have. So, when the mysterious man appeared with promises of silver, she jumped at the chance to make some money. It was her first real work out of the academy, but if she isn't careful, it may be her last.