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CLAIM ME, AND YOUR EVERY MOVEMENT, EVERY BREATH, EVERY WORD WILL BE WRITTEN UPON MY HEART, FOR ETERNITY. YOU WILL BE IMMORTAL YET.
— The Lost Valor of Love
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THE LOST VALOR OF LOVE - BOOK I OF THE TRANSCENDENCE SERIES

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THE LOST VALOR OF LOVE

WINNER - THE GOOD AS GOLD AWARDS 2017
WINNER - THE PURSUIT OF EXCELLENCE AWARDS 2017
WINNER - THE WRITERS' OLYMPICS 2017
FOURTH - THE FICTION AWARDS 2017

Growing up during the centuries-long conflict between the empires of Egypt and Hatti, the young princess Istara is taken hostage by the King of Hatti to secure the loyalty of her father, the King of Kadesh to the empire. Soon her new life in Hatti's glittering capital becomes all she knows. Bound in blood before the gods to Hatti's unwilling crown prince, Istara, now Hatti's queen-in-waiting, learns she will never be loved.

But the drums of war beat again, and when the scheming plans of Hatti's king threaten the existence of all civilization, the gods give Istara a choice: to leave behind everything she knows to save mankind, or remain where she is, powerless, a token on the game board of kings. On the brink of one of the most brutal battles in history, she chooses to risk her life to deliver a message to the only man able to prevent the prophecy from becoming a reality—her mortal enemy, the Pharaoh Ramesses II.
 
Wounded, cold, and hungry, she wanders in the battle's horrific aftermath, and aids a powerful commander who, she learns, protected her once, and has been bound to her ever since, by a prophetic dream of his future. Despite his resistance, and Istara once more becoming a pawn of kings, they must confront an eternal love so powerful, not even kings, the gods, or death can keep them apart.


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I LOVE YOU, EVEN PAST THE BOUNDARY OF ETERNITY. NOT EVEN THE END OF MY EXISTENCE COULD EXTINGUISH THE LOVE I FEEL FOR YOU.
— The Call of Eternity

THE CALL OF ETERNITY - BOOK II OF THE TRANSCENDENCE SERIES

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In the epic sequel to The Lost Valor of Love, worlds collide, and gods and mortals cross paths, kingdoms fall, and ancient, long-buried hatreds stir.
 
In the heavens, the storm god Teshub discovers two of the most powerful gods of the pantheon have fallen to a world torn apart by rivalry, war, famine, and plagues. Soon, he learns, he too must fall.
 
In the north, a crown prince ascends the throne, his queen taken by his enemy as compensation for the crimes of his father. But the new king is prepared to risk everything to reclaim his queen, and plans for war begin.
 
In the east, a near-immortal senses the awakening of a powerful artifact after an eternity of silence. It can only mean one thing: gods once more walk among men, and with their return—the key to his immortality.
 
And from far without, the Creator eyes his dying creation, its fragile boundaries unraveling. From across an enormous board, he picks up a token—an exact replica of a living woman. He smiles at it with fondness and sets it down on a new space. Folding his hands together, he steps back, and waits.


THE RISE OF THE GODDESS - BOOK III OF THE TRANSCENDENCE SERIES

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COMING IN 2020

Alone in the midst of a violent battle, Istara stood surrounded by fire, her gown torn and bloodstained. In the heated updrafts, her star-clad, tangled hair whipped around her face, her golden eyes raking over the scores of dead and dying, wide, fearful, desperate.

Sethi slammed his way through a glut of warriors, his arms bloody, his body wracked with pain, his double-bladed jihn thrumming, hungry for the blood of the living. He looked up, breathing hard, the burning air searing his lungs. There. He had her. She stood alone, and undefended. No one could stop him now. Not even the one who called himself her protector—

A blade, from behind, delved into his heart, the pain brutal, agonizing. He turned. Urhi-Teshub twisted the blade, his eyes hard, hatred bleeding from him. With a roar, Sethi pulled himself free and slammed his fist into Urhi-Teshub's skull, once, twice, three times. Istara's protector collapsed, senseless. Sethi staggered, blinded by pain. His left pectoral lay torn open, muscle and bone sundered, his heart riven in two. His weapon slid from his grip. He cursed as his light ignited, slow, unsteady, working to heal him. He sank into a crouch, bitter, frustrated. By the time he was strong enough to stand, his quarry would have fled. Marduk would be furious.

Hands came to his face, cradling his jaw, tender. He looked up. Istara's golden eyes, bright with tears, met his. She spoke, her words drowned in the roar of an explosion. Light exploded out of her into him, brilliant, a nova. In its wake, tendrils of her light wove around him, a multitude of them, swarming, darting, closing the rent in his heart, making him whole again.

He looked back up at her, incredulous, stunned. His nemesis—the one who had rallied the armies of men and gods against him, who had set him back battle after battle—granted him her healing light, the stars limning her hair dimming as she brought him back to his full power: Sethi, god of war, Commander of Marduk's armies, Mighty, Lord of All, Giver of Life, Taker of Life.

Rejuvenated, he rose and hefted his jihn, the heat of battle still hot in his veins. In his grip, the jihn's curved blades awakened. Its lethal power coursed through him, hardening him. He looked down at his once-consort, filled with abhorrence for her weakness, scorning her gift to him. He would never have done the same for her. She remained on her knees, ragged, filthy, her eyes on his. A tear slid free and tracked a path through the fine coating of soot dusting her face.

Her lips moved again. He couldn't hear anything over the scream of the ships as they tore across the burning sky, but he read her lips, words enslaved queens had whispered as he rode them, desperate for his favor.

I love you.

He lifted his weapon. Its blades glinted, blue-white, brightening, hungry for her light. She was a fool. Love meant nothing. And soon she would be nothing, her powers consumed by the jihn. He smiled, cold, triumphant. At last. Victory.

He thrust the glowing blades toward her heart.


I, CASSANDRA

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Year 12127. An elite soldier wakes up from cryogenic freeze in a world he does not recognise. As he wanders, alone, through vast ruins overgrown with vegetation, he tries to piece together what happened to the planet he left behind. When he finds a battered safe, he determines to find a way to open it, desperate to connect with something, anything, from the world he lost.
 
Year 2086. When Cassandra accurately predicts global disaster after global disaster, the highest echelons of power capture her to harness her predictive powers for their own purposes. In between her tortuous sessions, she tells her story, knowing her journey is only just beginning along with one other's, far in the distant future—a story only they can complete, together.


MAKE IT HAPPEN

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Seizing the moment seemed like a good idea at the time for thirty-four year old Chloe. But when that moment leads to a devastating series of events that finally ends three years later, she is trapped in a foreign country emotionally and financially ruined. Isolated from everyone at home, she spirals into a world of darkness.

Hearing of her plight, an anonymous benefactor sends her a letter that offers her a way back home, on the condition that she goes to see Doc for at least a year. Without any other options she returns to England, and reluctantly begins her sessions.

As she re-lives her experiences in the homework that Doc has assigned to her, she breathes life back into a past that is brutal yet tinged with hope. Raw, edgy and poignant, her battle to overcome her rage is filled with black humour and acerbic observations, until the discovery of her benefactor's identity forces her to face the darkest corners of her mind.


INTO THE LIGHT

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WATTPAD FEATURED STORY
WINNER - THE WING AWARDS 2017
FINALIST - THE GOOD AS GOLD AWARDS 2017
TOP 20 FINALIST - THE PURSUIT OF EXCELLENCE AWARDS 201

Still reeling from the fallout of the Battle for the Broken Shore, Khadgar learns Azeroth has less than one month left before Illidan rises again as Sargeras's avatar. While the battle for Illidan's soul rages within the Nether, Khadgar must gather the quarrelling nations, find and breach the Chamber of the Eye, and stop Gul'dan before it is too late. But at what cost?


DAUGHTER OF AZEROTH

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WINNER - THE PROSE FICTION AWARDS 201
WINNER - THE GOOD AS GOLD AWARDS 2017
SECOND PLACE - THE FICTION GENRES AWARDS 2017
SECOND PLACE - THE WRITERS' OLYMPICS 2017
TOP TEN FINALIST - THE PURSUIT OF EXCELLENCE AWARDS 2017

Born in Westfall to a poor family, violet-eyed Idira endures hunger, isolation and abuse at the hands of her cruel father until the dangerous kingpin of a criminal organisation rescues her.

As she grows into womanhood, cocooned in wealth and surrounded by violence, she learns her unusual eyes are harbingers of a rare magic she possesses, as old as Azeroth itself, which connects her to a powerful, charismatic mage trapped on another planet. Despite being twice her age and separated by an impossible distance, Khadgar captures her heart, though she can only love him in silence.

Later driven from Westfall by the arrival of the Legion's vicious demons, she learns of the magical city of Dalaran and of Khadgar's return. Desperate to harness the power she feels growing within her and to meet the man of her visions, she determines to travel to the floating city and learn how to become a mage. But once she arrives, her unusual violet eyes soon cause her to become the object of everyone's scorn—everyone's, that is, except for one.

Khadgar.