RUSTIN PETRAE   AUTHOR | GRAPHIC DESIGNER

Chapter Ten - Old Columbus disappeared behind them almost three hours ago and the only thing Theo saw now were flatlands with large fields of grass, some trees off in the distance, and the occasional town every so often. According to his parents, they were another hour or so from putting the Borick Province behind them altogether. He wasn’t sure how to feel about leaving his home even though he had planned on doing just that to attend the Royal Institute of Higher Studies. Th

Chapter Nine - Theo sat on the cement roof of a circular, stone structure built at the top of a fairly large hill, alone except for Artemis and Jeks, both of whom sat in silence as he contemplated things. Below him, majestic trees, streams, and farmland dotted the landscape. Interspersed throughout were buildings made of brick or stone. This spot has been a favorite of his ever since he found it. The only people that knew about it, as far as he’d been able to tell, was himsel

Chapter Eight - Theo sat in his class, staring absentmindedly at the doodles he kept drawing over and over on a sheet of paper as his teacher, Mrs. Heights, droned on about the history of Avalon. He only half paid attention, his mind on other things. Things like the enormously awkward fact that he was now heir apparent to the First King’s throne, a man he had idolized practically since birth. A man he had admired above pretty much anyone else. It had been three and a half wee

Chapter Seven - “Why would Micah do this?” Edrick asked, both hands gripping the wooden arms of his throne hard enough to make them creak in protest. “Not only does he have a secret child, but apparently that child has been in the care of a former Prime Guardian and his Second, both of whom were supposedly killed over a decade ago. None of this makes any sense.” “I don’t know but the question remains, who is the boy’s mother?” Winston asked. “It can’t be Xerya,” Harlan said.