Argentum is the thread that binds all magic …
The silver of Miri’s cat charm passed on through the generations.
The silver of Jessamyn’s scepter, the source of her illusions.
The silver of Quentin’s scrying bowl, forged by Merlin.
All intertwine in Argentum.
With Alistair gone a measure of peace returns to P.A.W.S., but Miri is tormented by nightmares. The silver charm that had recently hung around Alistair’s neck is now in Miri’s possession and seems to have taken on a life of its own. And then it mysteriously disappears.
Jessamyn seeks help from Quentin, who claims to have repented his past association with Alistair, but can he be trusted?
And what of Jenna? The young girl rescued from Alistair’s pack house holds a terrible secret. One that could determine the future of P.A.W.S.
The P.A.W.S. saga continues with Argentum!
This is the second book in my series that was released originally 2014. It has consistently good sales and 30+ positive reviews on Amazon and Goodreads.
In particular I'm looking for translators into Geman and Spanish, the two languages that already have translated versions of book 1 on the market. If you wish to translate into a different language please apply for book 1, P.A.W.S. first.
Out of the darkness came a face more terrible than any Miri had ever seen before: huge fangs dripping scarlet, once-blue eyes glowing yellow and red, reflecting the blood that flowed all around them. Miri tried to scream, but nothing came from her lips. Terrible laughter echoed through her skull.
“You thought you were done with me, Miri, but I am immortal. I can never die. And now I am inside you! Thank you, Miri. Once, long ago, I gave you life and now you are returning the favor. How thoughtful of you! Oh, what fun we are going to have together. You have brought me into P.A.W.S.—exactly where I want to be.”
Miri screamed. She desperately tried to shut off her mind, shut off the power that was feeding Alistair, but she knew she couldn’t; the power was deep inside her now, and it was growing. And as if to illustrate this, the figure in front of her expanded upwards, towering higher and higher, ten feet, now twenty feet, and still growing, so high that it seemed like it was merging with the stars—a mass of muscle and golden brown striped fur, both tiger and wolf, that oozed power, more power than Miri could ever have imagined possible. From those lofty heights, Alistair gazed down at Miri. He flexed his gigantic claws and reached towards her, his terrible roar penetrating every cell in her body . . .
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Translation in progress.
Translated by Oscar Luis Ambruster Jiménez
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