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Water & Fire The Dragon Pillars Book 1 by Sanzaki Kojika Genre: Epic Fantasy

There is a legend that everyone knows- the legend of the Dragon Pillars. Every several hundred years, darkness befalls the land. The Dragons awaken and choose their Pillars, humans strong enough to withstand their powers, and together they drive back the darkness. In the towering cathedral of Vivdaugas, students flock to study the archives built upon the legend and train to reach the glory of its heroes. Garred Conway is preparing for his test to become a true Defender when a storm threatens to destroy the citadel, and the land around it. Trapped in the catacombs, desperate to save those he cares for, he finds help from the most surprising place- the Water Dragon Aysu. Now, as Aysu’s new pillar, he finds himself with more responsibility thrust on him than he could have ever imagined. **Only .99 cents April 7th-14th!!** Goodreads * Amazon

Earth & Wind The Dragon Pillars Book 2

The Pillar of Fire Shula is left reeling with loss and a new heavy burden of responsibility. The Water Pillar Garred leads a small party into the dangerous Whispering Forest to seek out weapons that were blessed by the Light Dragon. Disaster is narrowly avoided, but it brings a dark secret to light.Once reunited, Shula steels her resolve and the journey continues. With two Dragons awoken, their quest for the third leads them to the harsh terrain of the desert. The sand dregs up a certain Defender’s self-proclaimed pathetic past and the hard feelings associated with it. Can a Dragon really chose a Pillar from an isolated people dedicated to a life of pacifism? **Only .99 cents May 4th– 11th!!** Goodreads * Amazon

Fawn Szymoniak, aka “Sanzaki Kojika” has been a resident of the fantasy world from a young age, growing up in a house full of books and mythology. Her mother introduced her to fantasy works by authors like Barbara Hambly and Terry Brooks. By the age of 8, she had already written her first novel (albeit crudely). Since then, she has taken to mostly writing fantasy, following characters through magical worlds full of wonder and danger. Her series “The Archive of Sinners” stands out as her only non-fantasy, being a paranormal mystery. On top of her writing, she is also a freelance graphic designer. Her love of art and writing, spurred her onto comics. She has several graphic novels self-published, including her webcomic “Zos Kias,” which is over 10 years old. Website * Facebook * Twitter * Instagram * Bookbub * Amazon * Goodreads

Water & Fire:
Garred was racing down the stairs instantly. He stumbled, rolling down a few steps
before he was able to right himself. With scraped knees raw and bleeding, he staggered to his
feet and continued downward.
A thin layer of water already coated the floor of the catacombs. He splashed through it,
racing through the darkness back towards where he left Elam. Debris floated past him, and he
shoved it aside to keep moving towards the dark hallway where the water was rushing in from.
The level rose to his ankles as he pushed forward. It continued to greedily rise up his
leg, slapping angrily against his calves. He sloshed forward, his boots and pants heavy with the
rising water. The current pushed against him, and he had to balance himself against the wall to
keep himself standing at one point. He pushed back against it as hard as he could, moving as
fast as he could against a racing current.
“Sir Elam!” Garred called out into the darkness. He had been walking for several minutes
but had yet to see any sign of the Archivist.[G1]
He heard splashing several feet ahead. He rushed towards the noise, nearly smacking
himself into the wall as he pressed against it.
Below him, he heard gagging. He reached down carefully and found Elam’s shoulder.
Elam shifted beneath him. He sputtered and shoved against Garred.
“What are you doing here? This place is about to go under!”
Garred hovered over Elam, finding a spot just above the Archivist to press against the
wall. He knew their attempts to keep the water back were futile, but he couldn’t just leave Elam
alone.
“You’re still here!” Garred retorted.
Elam tried to say something, but a spray of water drowned him out. Elam gagged and
coughed against it, struggling to breathe.
The water kept coming. It filled the hall, rising up to Garred’s knees. Elam was halfway
under water, and he shifted awkwardly beneath Garred, trying to get himself a little further
above their liquid prison. Garred inched over, allowing Elam to stand beside him. Pressed
together, they fought against the cracking rock and prayed it would hold.
The wall shuddered and the rest of it peeled away. They were thrown back with the
current, before getting buried beneath the bricks. Garred sputtered and shoved the stone off
himself. It felt even heavier beneath the water, but he managed to get free and get his head
above the raging surface.
He glanced around frantically, quickly realizing that Elam was nowhere to be seen. He
steadied himself against the other side of the hall and took a deep breath. He dove under the
water, keeping his hand against the wall as much as he was able. He squinted his eyes open
beneath the water, detritus stinging his eyes as it was flung past him.
He spotted Elam right near the hole in the wall. He was struggling to get himself free, but
there was a small pile of bricks caught on the edge of his robe. He tugged at it, but between the
force of the water and his failing breath, he wasn’t strong enough to budge it. The fabric was
too strong to tear even against the force.
Garred surfaced briefly to catch a gasp of breath before diving back under the surface.
He reached out towards bricks sunken into the ground, using them as handholds to help him
move against the surging surface. The water smashed into him, and the current threatened to
carry him away. The brick he had his left hand on suddenly shifted, and soon he was struggling
against the stream head on.
He fought hard against it, willing himself to move forward. He screwed his eyes shut and
pulled Elam’s body closer together. Everything hurt, and it was all he could do to keep grip with
his right hand.[G2] [G3]
As he opened his eyes, he thought he saw a shape in the water. It was gone as quickly
as it appeared, but suddenly he felt light. He swung his arm back in front of him and let go of
his hand-hold. He was able to swim freely, and in a couple seconds, he was beside Elam.

[G4] [G5]
He went for the rocks first, but they were too heavy for him. He couldn’t even budge
them. He quickly turned his attention to the robe, trying to tear through the fabric. He silently
cursed the Archivist for using such fine materials to fashion their robes out of. It was thick and
sturdy; he would need a knife to get through it easily.
Elam floundered next to him. Garred’s attention turned to the Archivist. Elam’s face was
turning pale. He couldn’t hold his breath any longer. He let out a gasp, and the water came
seeping into his lungs.

Garred knew he had to move fast. He grabbed Elam by the waist and pulled the
Archivist down. The robe floated up, and Garred ducked beneath it. It was difficult to free
Elam’s arms from his sleeves, but a lot of awkward maneuvering and pulling finally saw
success. He pulled Elam free from the robe, holding the Archivist close against his own body.
He moved upward and away from the hole, trying to escape the water. As soon as he
surfaced, Elam coughed, spitting up water. He took deep breaths, the color slowly coming back
to his face. He clung to Garred, not caring that for a moment that he was showing weakness.
Garred let the current take them, only moving his free arm as needed to keep the two of
them above water. It carried them quickly, and soon they were flowing past the stairs leading
up. Garred tried to swim over to it, but his body suddenly felt heavy, and it was all he could do
to keep them afloat.
The staircase came and went, and the darkness swallowed them up. The water carried
them up and down, smacking them against the sides of the catacombs in its wild rampage.
They were knocked below the surface several times, but each time Garred managed to get
them back up above it, gasping for breath.

It only took them a few minutes to reach the end of this section of the catacombs,
blocked off by solid steel grating and a thick wooden divider. The water slammed against it,
splintering the wood and starting to drip through.
Garred watched in horror as they approached the grating. It might temporarily stop their
movement, but the water level was rising. The ceiling inched closer, and they would be trapped
as the water surged through the entirety of the bottom level. Their lives would be quickly forfeit.
And not just their lives; the entirety of Vivdaugas would be forfeit. The water would keep
coming, tearing through the foundation that held the proud towers strong. The walls would
crack and splinter; supports would tumble and the citadel would sag. All of the people seeking
sanctuary in the towers would be buried as the building collapsed around them.
It wasn’t just the thousands of lives at stake either. Thousands of years of history would
be lost. A powerful symbol would be lost, leaving an unstable world once again adrift without
the icon that had held it together for generations.
And Garred was powerless against it. Even if he had been a true Defender, what could a
human warrior do against the rage of Mother Nature? There was no way to stand up against
the storm. He couldn’t even hope to protect one measly person against it, how could he ever
dream of saving so many more?
He gripped Elam tightly, wrapping both of his arms around the Archivist. Elam glanced
up at him. There was peace in the Archivist’s eyes. No hatred or anger, no frustration or rage,
just a simple calmness that only made Garred more uneasy. Why was Elam so quick to accept
their fate? Why did he have to accept it, too?
He was powerless on his own. There was nothing a mere mortal could do.
A powerful voice resounded inside his mind.
“You are not alone.”

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The Chosen Sector C Volume 1 by Nina Soden Genre: Urban Fantasy

Set in a futuristic dystopian where society is governed by a council of vampires and lycanthropes, selection students are sheltered and raised in a deceptively utopian world. Strict rules are imposed to control population growth, education, and even personal interactions with other members of the Sector, all in the name of safety. When ‘A’ comes of age, she like all youth throughout Sector C and her selection classmates aren’t sent out into the world to find jobs, make money and lead happy carefree lives. They are forced to endure the rigorous physical and mental testing of Selection Week before choosing their destiny or being forced into a fate far worse. Those that make it out alive are announced as sector residence, given a position within the society, and allotted all the privileges of their chosen “culture.” However, when your only choices are vampirism, lycanthropy, breeder, blood donor, or banishment to the Wastelands, what choice do you really have? Suspenseful, intense, passionate, and awash in paranormal delights, Sector C captures the enchantment and mysteries of the supernatural world and the power of friendship. Add to GoodreadsAmazon * B&N

The Hunted Sector C Volume 2

In the future, most of the world is governed by a council of vampires and lycanthropes. Sector residents are offered the freedom to live as they desire provided they stay and abide by the laws handed down. After being jolted awake by the blaring screech of the sector alarm, Zelina is dragged from her bed, gagged, and tied to a chair. Confronted with the brutal murder of one of her former classmates, she realizes that all eyes are on her as the primary suspect. Whether she was involved or not doesn’t matter. In the eyes of most sector residents, and most Council Members, Zelina is already a pariah—feared for the powers she will certainly come to possess. For she is the first human known to have both vampire and lycanthrope blood flowing through her veins. Zelina will find herself on a gripping adventure that will take her beyond the borders she’s known all her life in an attempt to save those she loves—and herself from becoming The Hunted. Add to GoodreadsAmazon * B&N

The Bridge Sector C Volume 3

Change is happening all around Zelina and with it a prophesy is revealed. Is Zelina the key to unlocking a new way of existing on earth? What will she do when she discovers the true monsters of Sector C – the darkness that feeds off of the fear and the unknowing. Will she be able to suspend her own disbelief about what is possible and secure a new future? With the help of Merick, a motley crew of defectors, and a host of unexpected allies, Zelina bridges space and time in an attempt to bring forth a new future for all sentient beings. Join Zelina, Merick, and the others as they discover the power of the prophesy and their parts in setting their stagnant world free. Add to GoodreadsAmazon * B&N

I have always been creative, be it art, theatre, film – anything but singing – you don’t want to hear that! I earned her bachelor’s degree in Theatre and Military Science from EMU where I spent most of my time either on stage, rappelling down buildings, or working one of three jobs. After college, I moved to Los Angeles, like so many other want-to-be actors, in pursuit of my dreams. I worked to pay the bills… but my love was acting and I was actually somewhat successful, mostly in commercials and independent films and I had a great time doing it. In 2008, after some major life changes, I self-published her first book PRIVATE WORDS UNSPOKEN, a compilation of poetry. Since then, my dreams have gotten bigger and I would like to think my storytelling ability has gotten better. I have done everything from secretarial work to business development to being the Director of a private preschool. I have fired an M16, jumped out of a C130, and given birth – TWICE – but I always return to my art. Though I’ll forever be a Michigan girl at heart, I now live in the South with my husband and two beautiful children. If I’m not working on my latest story, you can find me lounging with a good book, playing with my kids, or indulging in my unhealthy addiction to Starbucks coffee. Website * Facebook * Twitter * Instagram * YouTube * Amazon * Goodreads

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The Rebels of Caer City Mara of the League Book 2 by Thomas M. Kane Genre: Fantasy

Throughout five years at a strict boarding school, Mara has turned to her friend Annie-Rose for comfort. Now Annie has disappeared. Mara teams up with two other students – bold Gretchen and soft-spoken Ginny — to find her missing friend. Together, Mara, Gretchen and Ginny take on a conspiracy involving some of the most dangerous people in their world. Goodreads * Amazon

The Witches of Crannock Dale Mara of the League Book 1

When an enemy army threatens eleven-year old Mara’s home, she makes up her mind to save her family, one way or another. But when the knights protecting her village arrest her favorite aunt for witchcraft, she discovers that the difference between friend and foe may not be as obvious as she once thought. This is a story of war and espionage, set in a low fantasy world. It is also about a child getting to know her mother and father in a new way. Goodreads * Amazon

Thomas M. Kane is a fantasy author living high on a wooded hilltop. He taught international relations at a British university for close to twenty years and brings his insights concerning real-life war and politics into his fiction. He takes a character-based approach to writing, paying attention to his protagonists’ personal relationships and inner lives. Website * Facebook * FB Group * Twitter * Amazon * Goodreads

Our school dresses were slate gray, at least there was that. No one walking by on the clifftops was likely
to look down and spot us in the gloom. The sun was going down behind the cliffs, and shadows were
reaching for the sea. A breaker swept toward us, crested, and fell back with a growl. My friends and I
were, I noted with relief, the only people on the beach.
Despite the darkness, I felt exposed, hemmed in between the surf and the cliffsides. The path up the
cliffs was at least a quarter of a mile behind us. Ahead, the stony shoreline stretched on for perhaps
three more miles. And if we continued to the end of the beach, I thought, and rounded Turnbow Head,
we would come to the Caer City docks. That was hardly the place for three seventeen-year-old St.
Alexander’s girls to be after dark.
Gretchen led the way, splashing through a tidepool. Ginny hesitated. Then she lifted her skirts to her
knees and followed. I took the rear, pausing occasionally to glance at the clifftops, and at our route back
to the path.
“Here we are, people.” Gretchen stepped up on a seaworn boulder and faced us. Masses of seaweed
clung to the stone beneath her feet. My father had been a sailor, and he once told me that the kind of
seaweed grasping at our feet is called knotted wrack. I thought of knots, and of the rack. I was in that
kind of mood.
Gretchen looked at me. “Well, Mara, you said you wanted to see the place for yourself. What do you
think?”
All of us turned and gazed at the limestone precipice to our west. The cliffs rose to a peak a good two
hundred feet above our heads. A lone tree stood at the top of the cliff, its leafless branches sloping back
from the sea. The smell of knotted wrack hung in the air.
Ginny shuddered. “I don’t like it.”
“If Annie jumped here, that was the end of her.” Gretchen shook her head. “Holy, heavenly Belthor.”
“If she jumped here, it would have killed her.” I felt a horrible lump in my throat. “But . . . but look at that.”
I turned my head to glance at the sea. “The water is a good twenty yards from the cliffside. And the tide
was full when we got to the beach. Mistress Franklin said she jumped at dawn. The tide was out then—
there’s an almanac in the school library—I checked.”
“So, what are you saying, girl?
“I’m saying there’s no way she would have ended up in the ocean. She would have hit the rocks, and the
city watch would have found her body.”
“You say that girl—” Gretchen gazed at me for a moment. “Maybe she lay there for a while and the tide
came in?”
“No. I mean, not if Headmistress Franklin told us the truth. The headmistress said the clamdiggers saw
her while she was still alive. It was dawn then, and the watch started looking for her right afterward.”
“So . . . what do you think happened?” To my ears, Gretchen’s voice had taken on a needling tone.
“I have no idea.” I felt as if Gretchen had been trying to force me to confess that, and I was cross about
having to gratify her. “But I think the headmistress lied to us. I think Pastor Avery lied to us. Everyone is
lying to us—”

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After the Sky Spirits of the Earth Book 1 by Milo James Fowler Genre: Post-Apocalyptic SciFi Fantasy

The world isn’t how they left it. When the bunker airlocks release them after twenty years in hibernation, the survivors find a silent, barren world outside. But they are not alone. There is a presence here, alive in the dust—spirits of the earth, benevolent and malicious as they interact with the human remnant. Milton is haunted by a violent past he’s unable to escape, despite the superhuman speed the spirits give him. Not interested in bearing the next generation, Daiyna is determined to destroy the flesh-eating mutants lurking in the dark, pierced by her night-vision. Luther is a man of conviction who believes the Creator has offered humankind a second chance, yet he’s uncertain they deserve it—and he’s perplexed by the talons that flex out of his fingers. Willard is a brilliant engineer-turned-soldier who refuses to leave his bunker, afraid of becoming infected and willing to destroy any obstacle in his way. As their lives collide, the mysteries of this strange new world start unraveling, culminating in the ultimate life-or-death decision one survivor will make for them all. Don’t miss this Post Apocalyptic Adventure with a Paranormal Fantasy twist! It’s perfect for fans of Stephen King, T.W. Piperbrook, and The Walking Dead.** Only .99 cents!!**Goodreads * Amazon

Tomorrow’s Children Spirits of the Earth Book 2

The future is in their hands. The post-apocalyptic world is bigger than the remnant imagined. Across the ocean, the domed cities of Eurasia have survived the nuclear holocaust that ravaged the rest of the planet. But only the survivors from the North American Wastes can give the sterile Eurasians what they need most in order to continue existing as a society: children. Sergeant James Bishop, United World Marine, leads his team across the desert wasteland in order to make first contact with survivors in Eden, who are rumored to have a lab full of viable embryos. Meanwhile Cain, a coastal warlord dedicated to repopulating the planet, follows the will of Gaia, a malicious spirit of the earth with no love for humankind. Margo, telepathic geneticist responsible for designing the next generation, struggles to balance the will of a selfish dictator with what’s best for humanity. Tucker, an invisible man on a mission, carries precious cargo across the Wastes in an effort to rally a group of survivors into action against Eden. As their lives intersect, agendas collide and tensions reach a breaking point. Twenty unborn children in incubation chambers hang in the balance—along with the fate of the world. Grab the thrilling sequel to After the Sky! It’s perfect for fans of Stephen King, Tom Abrahams, and The Walking Dead.Goodreads * Amazon

City of Glass Spirits of the Earth Book 3

The children of the remnant are adults living in the 10 Domes of Eurasia, self-sustaining biospheres along the Mediterranean Sea. Aerocars fly, clones work as security officers, and every citizen’s words and actions are monitored via their neural implants. Peace reigns over all—until a group of terrorists targets government buildings, and Chancellor Persephone Hawthorne is kidnapped. Sera Chen, Dome 1 law enforcer, is drawn into the conflict after chasing a curfew violator capable of leaping from one skyscraper to another. When her augments go offline due to a localized EMP burst, she starts hearing voices. The band of survivors in North America is fractured. Daiyna roams the Wastes with a bounty on her head, refusing to confront her demons. Samson and Shechara target UW raiders who are pillaging ruins for resources the remnant needs to survive. James Bishop struggles against unexpected obstacles to be reunited with his family. And Luther is determined to find a way into Eurasia to meet the twenty children taken from Eden. As their lives converge, unlikely alliances will form to combat an emergent enemy with plans to undermine the course of humanity’s future. The Spirits of the Earth Trilogy concludes with this epic final installment. You won’t want to miss this!Goodreads * Amazon

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“You’ll be sorry!”
Jackson spits blood and drags his beard across the sleeve of his blue jumpsuit, leaving a
trail of crimson. He stands over me with big fists clenched, knuckles spattered.
“You knew it could be any one of us, Milton.”
I pull myself away from him, my battered body sliding across the slick concrete of the
storeroom floor. My mouth works to speak, slurring.
“Why?”
“It’s a random draw, Milton. Always is.”
I wish it was. It should have been.
“Why her?” I manage, shaking my head to clear the flashing pinpoints of light.
“It was her turn.” Jackson shrugs like it’s just that simple.
I sob like a child, impotent rage dissolving into whimpers. The coppery tang of my own
blood oozes thick from both nostrils, mixing with the sand and ash—
I jerk upright with a start, spitting to clear my mouth. For a moment, I don’t know where I
am. I look for Jackson, for Julia—they were right there with me in the bunker.
Not anymore.
I’m the only one here now. Outside. Free.
I’ll never get used to the silence.
Dawn’s golden fire breaks across the eastern horizon and crawls along a massive ridge of
mountains in the distance. They look like sleeping giants, lying on their backs. Dark, with only
their profiles aflame, they wait with craggy jaws and protruding bellies for the full light of day to
awaken them from their slumber. Part of me wishes they’d rise up and greet me with a yawn. I
speak to them sometimes, but I know they won’t respond.
I’m not crazy. Not yet.

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