Of Demon Kind
Prince Lorn of Jior is what’s left of an evil empire. King Kullorn was the epitome of evil. Together they led demon hordes reaping death and destruction. Kullorn is killed, leaving Lorn alone to wallow in the desolation of defeat. Years later, Lorn is accused of following in his father’s footsteps and kidnapping Princess Lililaira. Risking capture, imprisonment and
death Lorn attempts to learn who is using his name to start another war. During a rescue of the Princess, Lorn is badly wounded and they must fight to remain together as he is healed by her, body, heart and soul
Redemption of the Fallen
Five years have passed since Lorn liberated himself from Lan-Loe, his evil father’s Sorcerer. Legends were born from tales of the great battle between Lorn and a black-winged demon, of Lan-Loe’s death, and the defeat of demon-kind. Ever since that time, people have been flocking to Jior to make their homes there, and the Kingdom of Jior is revived. Lorn is crowned King of Jior, Lililaira is Queen and they rule peacefully side by side.
Now a new war threatens everything they have built and everyone they love. One hundred miles away from the City of Jior, the combined armies of Vedt march toward Jior intent on slaying everyone in the kingdom and taking revenge for Lorn’s past evil deeds. With the forces of the whole country coming against them, Lorn and Lililaira have little hope of defeating their enemies.
In the midst of impending war, strange dreams plague Lorn’s sleep at night. He feels that something is waiting, something he needs very badly, something is calling him!
When he answers the call, he learns that he is a descendant of a race of winged people that profess to be from the Heavens. He also learns more about his past and is given hope for the future, but that hope comes with a high price. Lorn is given a choice: he can save his family or watch them die.
Lililaira and their daughter are taken prisoner by her father, the King of Skoria, Lorn must call on all his resources to rescue them. Forced out of the protective walls of Jior, he must face his many enemies who use his wife and daughter as bait. King Lorn must deal with old enemies and new friends, but will he be able to tell the difference?
Heirs of Jior
This set of adventures starts out with Princess Lyra Song, young and beautiful, stepping into maturity. She and her family attend the funeral of a dear friend. During this sad time, she pursues her hopes and dreams endeavoring to explore a betrothal with the Heir of Krickgold. However, when she is mistaken for a witch by a Lord from a neighboring country,
her dreams are dangerously interrupted. Waylaid, taken prisoner and thrown into an iron cage, the delicate Princess of Jior is charged with a crime she didn’t commit and she must do whatever it takes to escape or be wrongfully executed.
Prince Vannier of Jior, known to the Ny-Failen as Little Wing, has been devastated by what happened to his sister Lyra Song, but life must go on and he goes forward with his plan to marry his childhood love. The day of the wedding ceremony he finds his betrothed with another man and now he must face devastating reality and some difficult choices. When his younger brother Dark Star goes missing, Vannier must set aside his own problems to go into the Violent Mountains and find who has taken his little brother. Amidst the turmoil of the hunt, Vannier must face danger, loss, and possible heartbreak.
Dark Star, the youngest Prince of Jior, has been changed forever by the events of his capture and he remains troubled and unable to find peace. A mysterious compelling draws him away from the safety of his home and family. He sets off on his own to investigate and finds a black castle and a beautiful sorceress in dire need of his help. Dark Star must face a demon from the Hells to free them both.
It seemed like hours later when the sound of a door opening and closing
reached through his self-imposed trance. The faint glow of a lamp barely
drew Dark Star’s attention. He was standing completely still, cocooned
within his white wings watching through barely slit eyes. He had withdrawn
into his own mind, holding madness at bay.
Excerpt from Of Demon Kind
“What could I do alone? I’d need an army to defend these walls.” He
laughed. “Not even mercenaries would follow me anymore? I’ve nothing to pay
them! Do the Kings of Skogur and Skoria think I’m trying to conquer the
continent with just one aging magician?”
Excerpt from Redemption of the Fallen
Since the death of King Kullorn’s Sorcerer Lan-Loe, five years earlier,
people had been flocking to Jior. Word had spread of the great battle
between Lorn and a black-winged demon and of the Black Sorcerer’s death. A
more glorious tale had spread of how Lorn with only one hundred men had
fought the demon-kind and cast them back into the underworld. Lan-Loe’s
treachery was revealed, and word spread rapidly about how he had tried to
manufacture the rebirth of Kullorn’s legacy and tried to manipulate Lorn
into taking up where Kullorn had left off. The enchantments Lan-Loe had
placed throughout the Violent Mountains to disguise and hide Castle Jior had
completely vanished with his death. Now that the way was open, many people
braved the high mountain passes and deep, jagged valleys seeking a new life
there. Roads were constructed, and impassable mountain passes were made
passable. Jior’s reputation for evil also vanished, forgotten, and soon men
sought their fortunes in Lorn’s Kingdom, forgetting the sins of his father
Excerpt from Heirs of Jior
Never in her life had she been so cold. Biting, lashing wind stung her
flesh where it was exposed to the frigid air. Her face and hands were
especially numb, so much so that she could barely feel them and feared
frostbite had taken hold. Her soft leather britches and long-sleeved,
woolen shirt offered little protection against the icy mountain wind. Though
she was grateful for her hood and her fur-lined boots, she was still frozen
through. It was growing dark. Shivering, she hugged herself as tightly as
she could to conserve what little body heat she had left. Her breath misted
white from her lips and rose to vanish in the night air above her.
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About the Author
Wendy L. Anderson is a Colorado native and mother of two boys. She has an English Degree from Regis University and writes books, short stories and poetry. Wendy is a devout reader of the classics, fantasy, sci-fi and historical fiction. She has decided it is time to write down the fantasies from her own mind. Writing about everything from fantastical worlds to the stuff of her dreams she takes her stories along interesting paths while portraying characters and worlds she sees in her mind’s eye. Her goal is to deviate from common themes, write in original directions and transport her reader to the worlds of her creation.
Wendy L. Anderson: http://www.wendylanderson.com/