Book #1 in the Orosyss series: Badger's End (Released June 1, 2012)
In the land of Orosyss, the Piaens and the Aterens had long been at war. This war raged on for thousands of years until a great magickal storm came, destroying most of the peoples, and brought with it the dawning of a new era. With the new era came a new enemy force: the Dark Empress, Malum, Corruption, and the Empress’s many legions of evil guards. Some say the storm was caused by the Dark Goddess, some say it was fate, either way, the land of Orosyss lies in peril. The Dark Empress and her guards have spread a curse, a poison of sorts, upon most of the water in all of the lands of Orosyss. This corruption, once imbibed, gave the Dark Empress power over the minds of the cursed; forcing them to serve in her corrupted guard. In Orosyss’ history, the war of the corruption has been foretold. It was said that the war will continue until a pure one comes, bringing with her a life giving force that will hold the cure to the corruption, and the long-awaited end to the war…
Preview of Book #2 in the Orosyss series: Dark City
Jade and the others hid in the safe house, wondering what day would be the last. When would the Dark Emperor or her lackeys discover them? The house was quite a contraption. Invented by both magic and ingenuity the house could roll in on itself to provide the outside appearance of a souvenir shop, to better hide the hopeful people that lived inside. A switch in the kitchen controlled the house’s movement. The house, if you could really call it that, was shrouded by magic; an illusion for the shambling armies outside. City life was not easy and this was the first safe house within the Dark City. There were at least two hundred seventy people in the many layers of the large magickal house. Many slept on small mats on the floor, but were happy to be there. Phil was a big man who had a lot of hair and a long beard. He tended the people of the house for the housemaster. Phil was what you’d call the right-hand man. Whenever something went wrong, they called Phil. Jade and Phil had become friends since she had come to the safe house. Jade and Sera were amazed that there were still so many people left in the resistant force. Jade had once thought that the only resistance left was at Badger’s End. Perhaps there were more safe houses. Perhaps there was hope…to unite the resistance and form an infiltration. Maybe one day the people of Orosyss could be saved…
Preview of scrap: a tiny bit of something
Prologue: A Fractured Existence
When I was a little girl they never told me the truth about life. It was always “life is what you make it” or “you can do anything you put your mind to”. They never told me about how I would feel crazy, insecure, and arrogant all at the same time. They never let me in on that secret. In a world like this, being a girl, I was led to believe that I was good for one thing and one thing only: sex. It was that realization that broke me- it broke me into a million little pieces scattered all over the little town I lived in. It was that realization that caused me to give up on life, and to decide that if I was deemed worthless by society I might as well live up to their expectations. “No good punk”, “druggie”, a “teenage mom”, “slut”, “thief”, “liar”... No one could have convinced me I would become those things. Not ever in a million years. This is the story of my fractured existence. This is the story of a scrap; a tiny bit of something that thought she was nothing. A tiny bit of something that came to realize that she really was something all along. Come with me as I tell you about the seemingly hopeless state of mind from which I have recovered. I hope you find it encouraging; for wherever you are on this journey called life, I hope that you realize that you, too, are not alone. We can recover.
When I was a little girl they never told me the truth about life. It was always “life is what you make it” or “you can do anything you put your mind to”. They never told me about how I would feel crazy, insecure, and arrogant all at the same time. They never let me in on that secret. In a world like this, being a girl, I was led to believe that I was good for one thing and one thing only: sex. It was that realization that broke me- it broke me into a million little pieces scattered all over the little town I lived in. It was that realization that caused me to give up on life, and to decide that if I was deemed worthless by society I might as well live up to their expectations. “No good punk”, “druggie”, a “teenage mom”, “slut”, “thief”, “liar”... No one could have convinced me I would become those things. Not ever in a million years. This is the story of my fractured existence. This is the story of a scrap; a tiny bit of something that thought she was nothing. A tiny bit of something that came to realize that she really was something all along. Come with me as I tell you about the seemingly hopeless state of mind from which I have recovered. I hope you find it encouraging; for wherever you are on this journey called life, I hope that you realize that you, too, are not alone. We can recover.