Angelina, Gordon, and Simon are three mage-born youth born to a world that has seen invasion. Magic returned to man one fate-ful day bringing back magical gifts, but the passing comet also brought on creatures from anothe dimension that invaded our world and brought mankind to his knees. When the creatures had been beaten back, humans turned on the wizards blaming them for the attack, and the wizards fled leaving man to rebuild fromt he rubble. It's been a long time since that day, and man hasn't rebuilt much. He's pretty much living on fumes of the old world. Wizards and mages are hunted and slain. Angeina knows a wizard has come down from the north to rescue them, and he seem trustworthy, but he's facing something very similar to those dark beasts of old, the ones that were supposed to all be dead, and the town is going crazy. If the three youth are going to make it out of town and start north to safety, it's going to take a lot courage and ingenuity. And a whole lot of magic!
Genre: FICTION / Fantasy / GeneralI don't have rankings, and sales are quite low. Stalkers is sold alone in paper format; as its own epub/ebook; and in a collection (Future Kings Collection) to boost ebook sales along with Books 2 through 5 in this series).
The smell of old timber. Dust on the nose. The echo of footsteps through the rafters.
Angelina paused in her step to glance around her at the unfinished warehouse walls. Most of the shutter-style wooden window frames were either stuck or cracked open, and the majority of the glass was broken.
A breeze rustled the teen’s hair offering the abandoned building little reprieve from its haunting emptiness. She knew this place, but where from?
All Angelina saw behind her was thin dust over scraped wood. And two sets of prints. She wasn’t alone. The young man to her left was glancing back the way they’d just come too. A faded, brown cloak was tied around his waist with a wide leather band. His collar and sleeves dipped and fell into wide folds up top and below. The pouch at his back suggested a traveller supported by simple pants and flat-soled boots made of some sort of animal hide. He certainly hadn’t come from anywhere near.
“I don’t see anything,” the other mumbled. His voice carried a soft echo.
A nod. Not her, not her companion. Angelina glanced down finding her own clothing a match for the young man beside her, but her clothes were oversized like she was wearing another’s garb.
Like she was wearing another person!
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Translated by Robert White
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Author review: This translation was excellently done in a timely fashion. Thank you! |
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Already translated.
Translated by Christiane Guijon
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Author review: Christiane did an excellent job translated my book, Stalkers, into Spanish. She was quick, responsive, and professional. Great Work! |
