Series Title: The Agartes Epilogues
Author: K.S. Villoso
Genre: Epic Fantasy
Jaeth’s Eye
It has been years since
his brother's accident. Kefier was only just beginning to live a normal
life--at least, as normal as it could get for a mercenary from a run-down town.
And then an errand goes wrong and he finds himself holding his friend's bloody
corpse. Already once branded a murderer, he is pursued by men he once
considered friends and stumbles into the midst of a war between two mages. One
bears a name long forgotten in legend; the other is young, arrogant Ylir, who
takes special interest in making sure Kefier is not killed by his associates.
The apex of their rivalry: a terrible creature with one eye, cast from the womb
of a witch, with powers so immense whoever possesses it holds the power to
bring the continent to its knees.
Now begins a tale with
roots reaching beyond the end of another. Here, a father swears vengeance for
his slain children; there, a peasant girl struggles to feed her family. A
wayward prince finds his way home and a continent is about to be torn asunder.
And Kefier is only beginning to understand how it all began the moment he stood
on that cliff and watched his brother fall...
Aina’s Breath
Enosh, apprentice to
one of the richest merchants in the Kag, is secretly heir to a broken line of
mages. Because of The Empire of Dageis’ quest for sources of the agan–the
life-source that mages use for power–his people have been reduced to
scavengers, his culture diminished to a speck in the wind. For more than ten
years, he has helped raise a conjured beast to use as a weapon against the
Dageians. But Enosh’s plans are falling apart. A powerful enemy has escaped and
Enosh needs to capture him before he reaches Dageis. His quest is further
complicated after he finds himself used as a pawn by Gasparian nobles.
On the other end of the continent, Sume, daughter to a Jin-Sayeng hero, must return to her roots to save her country and bring honour to her father’s name. To do this, she must befriend a prince and understand the terrible, corrupting nature of power and the reason her father was driven to walk away from it all those years ago…
Meanwhile, Kefier, Enosh’s agan-blind brother, is forced back into a life of violence. As he struggles with the notion that hands, once bloodied, never stay clean for long, he finds himself occupied with an unexpected burden: his own brother’s daughter.
On the other end of the continent, Sume, daughter to a Jin-Sayeng hero, must return to her roots to save her country and bring honour to her father’s name. To do this, she must befriend a prince and understand the terrible, corrupting nature of power and the reason her father was driven to walk away from it all those years ago…
Meanwhile, Kefier, Enosh’s agan-blind brother, is forced back into a life of violence. As he struggles with the notion that hands, once bloodied, never stay clean for long, he finds himself occupied with an unexpected burden: his own brother’s daughter.
Sapphire’s Flight
The battle at Shi-uin
has left scars. The rise of Gorrhen yn Garr to power seems unstoppable. As
nations fall, the lines between love and duty become blurred and Kefier, Sume,
and Enosh must learn to live with the choices they have made.
The creature looked
at him and stepped forward, its body rippling as if made of water. Its tail
shattered rocks into dust. Kefier fought hard to keep his eyes open; he could
not figure out where the creature began or ended. It had no definite shape. One
moment he thought it stood as tall as the mountains behind them; then it was
suddenly Faci’s size, weak and hobbled and paler than the moon.
Kefier managed to
draw the sword, the scabbard cluttering uselessly beside him. The creature bent
around the point, closer to him, a foot away, half a foot away…
The shadows began
to dance faster. Kefier felt his heart at his throat, smelled the thing’s
breath and remembered rain falling on dry soil. He swung. The creature laughed
and danced away.
“Futile!” it said.
“What good are your weak attempts? For me, the Kag cleaved! Who are you against
my power?” Kefier didn’t wait to see what it did next, and lunged. He might as
well have been stabbing air—the creature was beside him at once, the breath on
his ear, like rain…
Kefier felt himself
thrown against the rock face, beside the rune, narrowly avoiding crushing his
head. The creature pressed against him. His body felt rigid, bound, near
bursting. He looked up and into the deep knot of shadows in its eyes.
He saw a face.
Author Bio
K.S. Villoso was born in a dank hospital on an afternoon in Albay, Philippines, and
things have generally been okay since then. After spending most of her
childhood in a slum area in Taguig (where she dodged death-defying traffic, ate
questionable food, and fell into open-pit sewers more often than one ought to),
she and her family immigrated to Vancouver, Canada, where they spent the better
part of two decades trying to chase the North American Dream. She is now living
amidst the forest and mountains with her family, children, and dogs in Anmore,
BC.
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