New Release sample: LIARS' QUEST

NEW AND AVAILABLE TODAY!

In paper, ebook and audiobook.

If you'd like to taste test before buying, check out a few episodes from Season 1 of the Ye Olde Dragon's Library storytelling podcast.

Note: If you were listening during Season 1, this was a work-in-progress, and an experiment, where I asked for input from listeners, to help in the final revisions and polishing process. There are slight differences in details between the original podcast episodes of LIARS' QUEST, and the book now available online in bookstores and from audiobook apps. Not noticeable, unless you were really listening closely. If you were -- Thanks!

The sequel, BEASTLY BEAUTY, is scheduled to be released on the podcast in September, as well as in print, ebook, and audiobook. Stay tuned. Better yet, look for the Ye Olde Dragon's Library group on Patreon, join, and support the podcast -- and claim free short stories and other goodies as they become available!

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 “Leach potion, mi’lady?” Ash asked. She looked up at Leena and caught her breath at the brief expression of hurt and anger that touched her face, gone as quickly as it appeared.

“A tonic originally created, they say, to ease the suffering of those awakening to their inborn magic but having a hard time of it.” She rested a hand on Ash’s shoulder, guiding her to walk a little faster as they cut a corner across the horse meadow and came to the low, raw stone wall separating it from the cow pasture. “Magic doesn’t always arise easily for those chosen to bear the weight. Sometimes the power hurts. Sometimes it steals the mind. Sometimes it crushes the body with a heavy burden that the bearer never recovers from. Why do you think seers are usually blind? Why do you think so many healers are twisted and broken in some way? The magic needs a power source, and when the channels for power to feed that magic are blocked or are thin and twisted, the magic draws its strength from the flesh of the possessor, who is then possessed. The master becomes the servant.” She inhaled slowly, deeply, with thin lines forming around her eyes and mouth, just for a moment. “Watch your feet.”

Ash flushed and caught herself before she tripped over a stone partially hidden in the tall grass. She had been so fascinated by the subtle play of emotions on Leena’s face, she had ignored the land around them. A snort escaped her when she saw the brown deposits dotting the field. This was not a good place to be distracted. Best to watch where she put her feet for the time being.