Sorcery Reborn Chapter 1

With just over a month to go until the launch of Sorcery Reborn, I think now is a good time to let you all read the opening chapter. You can pre-order by clicking on the links at the end. Enjoy.

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Chapter One

Nate Garrett

Now

A year. I’d been told it would be a year. Gotta be honest: that hadn’t turned out so well, had it?

Clockwork was a town of just over seven thousand people, the majority of whom appeared to be quite nice. Acknowledging that being a solitary loner who never spoke to anyone was a pretty good way to screw up your mental health, I’d made sure to make a few friends in my time here. While the last two years had sucked on more than one occasion, having friends was one of the good parts.

I’d introduced myself to Clockwork as Nate Carpenter, Nate Garrett being, for all intents and purposes, officially dead. I’d used the surname of my best friend from my old life. Tommy was one of the people I missed seeing the most.

Duke’s Diner was one of three in town and the only one I visited with any frequency. This was partly due to the fact that the owner and chef, Antonio Flores, cooked the best damn food in town and partly because I liked several of the people who worked there.

I parked my blue Mercedes X-Class outside the diner, which was already busy with those who required an early-morning coffee and/or a Mexican breakfast. Antonio served more traditional American food, too, but no matter how good it was, no one came to Duke’s for the pancakes.

The snow was a few inches high and crunched under my booted feet. Despite wearing a thick green winter jacket, warm jeans, black boots, and black gloves with a matching hat, I was still cold. The heater in the pickup had spoiled me.

I pushed the glass door of the diner open and enjoyed the warmth and the sounds of eating and chatter that washed over me.

“Is that you, Nate?’” Antonio bellowed from the kitchen, sticking his head out of the serving hatch.

“No, it’s Commissioner Gordon. I’m looking for Batman,” I shouted back to Antonio.

Antonio smiled. “Are you coming tonight?”

“For the approximately one hundredth time, yes,” I said.

Antonio’s smile turned into a huge grin. Antonio had been a US Army Ranger. Having served two tours in Afghanistan without so much as a scratch, he’d gone back for a third time and hadn’t been so lucky. He’d lost the lower part of his left leg when an improvised explosive device had gone off near his team as they’d been sweeping a village that had been massacred by insurgents. That had been ten years ago, although the loss of a limb didn’t appear to have slowed Antonio down. He’d once told me he’d considered it a new challenge to overcome.

Apart from owning Duke’s—which, despite me asking, Antonio had never shown any interest in explaining the name of—he also ran the under-fifteen girls’ soccer team for the town, with the help of one of the sheriff’s deputies, Brooke Tobin.

“Football game tonight,” he shouted, using the correct name for the sport.

“I know,” I shouted back, gaining a few laughs from the three wait­resses and waiter who were working in the diner.

“You are coming, though, right?” Jessica Choi asked me as she led me over to a booth at the far end of the diner. Like all of the waiting staff, the only uniform she wore was a black T-shirt with Dukes adorn­ing it in big red letters.

“Yes,” I promised.

“Because Ava has been talking about you coming to a game for weeks now,” Jessica said. “It’s the cup final.”

I sat down and sighed. “I promise I’ll be there.” The match had been postponed for several weeks because of bad weather. Matches were usually played on Thursday nights at the local high school, but the snow had been so bad that playing football in it would have been a special kind of torture. I’d missed a few of Ava’s games during the season and always felt bad for doing so, but I avoided traveling to other towns for away games, just in case I got spotted by the wrong person. I was in Clockwork to keep a low profile, so running around the state of Oregon would have been a risk.

Ava was Jessica’s younger sister. They had been brought up by their grandparents, Drs. Daniel and Donna Kuro. Ava had been only three and Jessica sixteen when their parents had died in a car crash twelve years earlier.

“How goes the doctorate?” I asked Jessica after she took my order of scrambled eggs and chorizo along with a cup of English tea. An addition to the menu I knew Antonio had only included to stop me complaining about its absence.

“Good,” Jessica said. “I feel bad for dropping Simon off at my grandparents’ so often, but they don’t seem to mind. And Simon loves spending time at their place.”

“It’ll be worth it when you’re Dr. Choi.”

Jessica smiled. “Then I just have to find a full-time job.”

“That’s okay; you can bring Simon here. I’m sure Antonio wouldn’t mind him helping out.”

Jessica laughed as she walked away to give Antonio my order. She returned a few minutes later with my cup of steaming-hot tea. “Antonio says he hopes you choke on it,” Jessica told me, barely keeping a straight face.

“He’s really cleaned up his usual language,” I replied.

Before Jessica could reply, the door to the diner opened, and she turned to look at the newcomer.

I followed her gaze and watched the man stand in the doorway staring at Jessica. He was over six feet tall, which put him several inches above my own five feet eight, although he wasn’t as broad across the shoulders as I was. He removed a red hat and gloves, revealing a bald head and heavily tattooed hands.

I looked up at Jessica and saw the fear in her eyes.

“Jess?” I asked softly.

“It’s okay,” she said, turning back to me and forcing a smile.

I liked Jessica Choi a lot. She was a smart, kind, and interesting woman. Also, her grandfather, Dr. Daniel Kuro, was one of only two people in town who knew exactly who I was and why I was here. I trusted Daniel with my life and owed him just as much. And while Jessica didn’t know the truth about me, she treated me as if I were one of the family, and for that I was eternally grateful.

Jessica walked over to the newcomer. Their conversation was short, and they were too far away from me for any of their whispered words to meet my ears, but I could see that Jessica was upset and angry.

She motioned for the man to wait and went to talk to Antonio in the kitchen before gathering her coat and hat and leaving with the stranger.

A second waitress brought me my food. I was concerned about Jessica and considered following them to check that she was okay. However, Antonio left the kitchen and went out the back door of the diner, making me feel better. If anything was going to happen, I was confident that Antonio could deal with it.

The food looked amazing. The chorizo scrambled egg sat on one half of the plate, while the other half was filled with a mild salsa that Antonio refused to tell me the recipe of. A stack of warm tortillas had been placed on a separate plate, and the whole thing smelled of heaven itself.

I took a bite of the food and sighed in appreciation. Antonio was a grumpy bastard, but he sure as hell knew how to cook. But even the great food couldn’t distract me for long; glancing to the rear entrance of the diner, I put my fork down beside my plate.

“Goddamn it.” Getting to my feet, I grabbed my warm outdoor clothes and headed toward the rear exit.

“What are you doing?” the waitress who had served me asked.

“I’m going to go see what your boss is doing before anyone gets in trouble,” I told her.

The look of relief on her face was reason enough for me to know I was doing the right thing. Everyone else in the diner was either engrossed in their own lives or watching me cautiously. They clearly wondered what was happening but didn’t want to be involved in it, just in case it turned out to be something unpleasant.

I pushed open the rear exit and took a face full of cold air before stepping outside and walking down the ramp to the staff parking area at the rear of the property. There were four cars, including Jessica’s own black Ford Ranger pickup and Antonio’s silver Mitsubishi Evo. There were no signs of either owner, except fresh tracks in the snow that led around to a nearby alleyway, which, in turn, led to a large field behind the diner.

Following the tracks was easy enough, and it didn’t take long to hear voices. As I drew closer, the voices became more distinguishable: three men, one of whom was Antonio. The other two were . . . unknowns. I didn’t like unknowns; they made me nervous. Exiting the alley into the large field, I spotted Antonio sitting on a bench with the two strangers standing over him.

They looked over at me as I approached, and one of them—a large white man with a bald head and bushy black beard—turned toward me, casually opening his jacket to show the pistol he held. A wordless threat.

“Hey,” I said jovially. “It’s a bit cold to be having a chat out here.”

“Go away,” the second man snapped. While his gun-wielding friend stood over six and a half feet tall and probably weighed over twenty-five stone, this one was barely taller than me and considerably less broad. He had military-style short dark hair but no obvious weapons. Like his friend, he was white and wore a thick red jacket, although his was still zipped up. Didn’t mean he didn’t have a weapon; it just meant if things went bad, he was second on my list of problems.

“I’m just here to tell the chef how good his food is,” I said, looking over at Antonio. “How can I possibly repay such an excellent breakfast?”

“It’s okay,” Antonio said with a forced smile. “I’m good. Go finish your food, Nate.”

“Yes, Nate,” the shorter of the two men said. “Go finish your food.”

“Where’s Jessica?” I asked, ignoring the man.

“She’s just having a nice conversation with our boss,” the gun owner told me. “You can see her from here.”

He gestured across the field to where Jess stood at the far end defen­sively. From the amount the man was gesticulating, the conversation looked pretty one sided.

“Now you can fuck off,” the shorter man said. “We’ll keep Speedy Gonzales company.”

I raised my eyebrows. “Really?” I asked. “Was that meant to be funny because he only has one leg or because he’s Mexican?”

“I don’t care what you think,” he snapped.

“Did they hurt you?” I asked Antonio in Spanish.

Antonio’s surprise showed he hadn’t realized I spoke the language, but he shook his head. He looked a little frustrated too. Antonio was used to kicking ass and taking names; I imagined that the two men getting the drop on him had stung. Better to have stung feelings than be dead, though.

“Are you leaving or not?” the smaller man said, taking a step toward me and unzipping his jacket.

“I think I’ll sit and wait with my friend for Jessica to finish talking,” I told him.

The man shrugged off his jacket, revealing a gun still in its holster. His arms were covered in various tattoos, including a swastika on his bicep that showed from under the blue T-shirt he wore.

“Nazi?” I asked.

He smiled at me. “Not really your business.”

“Just making pleasant conversation,” I told him. “This doesn’t need to go sideways.”

“He’s right, Bryce,” his partner said quietly. “We didn’t come here to hurt anyone. The boss will be angry if we do.”

Bryce nodded slowly and picked his jacket up off the ground. He was quite wiry and certainly had the appearance of someone who knew how to fight. Maybe he was more dangerous than his partner.

Once upon a time, I’d have killed them both without a second thought, but that time had ended two years ago, and I had to remind myself to stay calm. To not allow myself to be drawn into anything that would cause trouble. Even so, I really wanted to break Bryce’s smug face.

Bryce motioned for me to go sit beside Antonio, but he refused to move aside as I walked toward my friend, and he smacked his shoulder into mine as I stepped around him. A stupid, childish way to tell me he was tougher than me. I sighed, put on my best smile, and sat next to Antonio.

“So are you both Nazis, or are you just freelancing?” I asked.

No one answered.

“Guys, I’m just making conversation,” I said.

“Can you not piss off the people with guns?” Antonio asked.

“Ah, they’re okay,” I told him. “The gun is only so we don’t do anything stupid. I just want to know a bit more about our Third Reich–loving friends here.”

Bryce punched me in the jaw, knocking me off the bench. “I told you to shut up,” he snapped, giving me a kick in the ribs for good measure.

“Enough,” the hulking Aryan wannabe snapped. “Damn it, Bryce. Enough.”

“He’s asking too many questions, Jackson,” Bryce said. “He needs to learn to keep his mouth shut.”

“Help your friend up,” the man called Jackson said to Antonio, who offered me his hand and assisted me in getting back on the bench.

“I meant absolutely no disrespect,” I said, with no sincerity. “I just figured talking would be better than awkward silence.”

Bryce got into my face. “When the time comes, scum like your friend here will be turned to ash. And those who stand beside the lower born will be right beside them. Got it?”

“Riiight,” I said and spotted Jessica walking alone across the field toward us.

Bryce moved away and looked over at her.

“You both got off lucky this time,” Jackson warned us. “We might not be so hospitable next time. You need to mind your manners. I thought you Brits were good at that.”

“Mostly we just drink tea and live in castles,” I told him. “Doesn’t leave a lot of time for manners.”

The man shook his head as Bryce walked off to intercept Jessica, putting me on edge. “A word of warning,” he said. “Don’t piss Bryce off again.”

“No shit,” Antonio said.

“Was I fucking talking to you?” Jackson snapped. “Your kind speak when asked to. Your kind come into our country, taking our jobs and dirtying our bloodline.”

His sudden move from calm to rage surprised me. “Okay, no one needs to lose their cool here,” I said. “We get it: Nazis hate everyone who isn’t a Nazi.”

“KOA,” he said proudly.

“What?” I asked, confused and wondering whether I’d missed a giant part of the conversation. Before he could answer, Bryce and a worried-looking Jessica returned.

“You okay?” I asked Jessica.

“Yeah, we can go now,” she said, not looking up.

“She knows where she stands now,” Bryce said smugly. “Hopefully we won’t need to have a second conversation. A meeting between you and Robert will be arranged. I advise you not to miss it.”

There was a wealth of questions in my mind, but now was not the time or place to ask them.

“You can go,” Bryce said. He made a gun from his fingers and pointed it at me. “I’ll be seeing you again, boy.”

I ignored him.

“What’s the KOA?” I asked Jackson.

“The Knights of Avalon,” Bryce answered. “We’re going to take back this country of ours. We’re going to make it pure again.”

I nearly made a smart-ass comment about giving it back to the Native Americans then, but I decided that being a smart-ass wasn’t as important as not getting anyone shot. “You’re part of Avalon?”

“Let’s go,” Antonio said from beside me.

“That’s right—go on with your friends, boy,” Bryce called after us as we walked away.

It took every ounce of self-control not to turn around and beat the ever-loving shit out of the two of them. We stopped in the car park of the diner.

“You want to tell us what that was about?” Antonio asked Jessica.

“Not really,” Jessica said, looking miserable. “I’ll deal with it; they won’t be coming back. I’m sorry for what happened today.”

“Take the rest of the day off,” Antonio said and rubbed his jaw. “Been a long time since someone threatened me with a gun and I didn’t break his arm for it.” He looked over at me. “How’re the ribs?”

“Sore, but I’ll live,” I said.

“We should really tell the sheriff,” Antonio said.

“No,” Jessica snapped. “You can’t. It’ll just get worse.”

“Jess, no offense, but there are literal Nazis with guns in town,” I told her. “I’m not sure that’s something we should keep from the sheriff.”

“Look, I promise I’ll sort it out. Please, just give me a few days.”

I nodded and looked over at Antonio, who sighed and said yes. Jessica hugged us both and walked over to her car.

“Any idea what the hell that was all about?” Antonio asked. “Nazi fucks.”

Jessica drove out of the alleyway and turned onto the road before I spoke again. “Knights of Avalon,” I said, almost to myself. “That’s not good.”

“What’s not good? Avalon?” Antonio asked. “Those bastards are taking over the whole world. You see on the news at the demonstrations about them, about the people who are alleged to have gone missing? It’s not a conspiracy theory, my friend; it’s a fucking fact.”

“I know,” I said. “Look, I’m sorry about the food, but I need to go see the doc. I think I may have busted a rib.” It was an easy lie, but I did need to see someone. I took a ten-dollar bill from my pocket and offered it to Antonio.

He shook his head. “Buy me a beer at the game tonight. Go get checked out.”

I smiled, but inside concern gripped me. Avalon was in Clockwork. Were they here for me? Or for someone else?

 

Read the rest when Sorcery Reborn launches on ebook on 21st Nov, and on Paperback and Audible on 28th Nov.

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Uk Sale

A quick post today.

 

If you’re in the UK, and you haven’t read the Hellequin Chronicles, then they’re all only £1 each over on Amazon.co.uk. 7 books of action-packed fantasy for £7 is a bit of a bargain (I will admit to being a bit biased here).

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Here are some reviews from Amazon:

” The best thing I’ve read in years, wish I’d found it earlier.”

“I can not recommend the author or the series of books enough to anyone who enjoys escapism, crime thrillers, the supernatural, ancient history, gods and legends.”

“Great job Steve, loving your books and can’t wait to read more.”

“A great read with strong female characters.”

“Anyone who enjoys stories about magic, mythology and the ongoing war between good and evil will love these books!”

 

 

Hunted Release

Today is the day that the Remy Roax novella, Hunted, is out to purchase from whatever version of Amazon best suits your needs.

If you do purchase it (and obviously, I hope you do), and you enjoy it please do consider leaving a review as they’re incredibly helpful, especially for newly released books.

Thanks and enjoy.

 

 

Cursed by witches centuries ago, Remy Roax was content with living his long life as a half-man/half-fox. But when he learned he had had undiscovered powers, he had no choice but to learn how to use them.

After relocating to North Dakota in order to practise his new found abilities, he soon finds himself in the targets of Louis Bonne, a man who wants to understand how the curse placed on Remy worked, so that he can use the souls of innocent people to make himself immortal.

Since Remy has no interest in helping, Louis sends a group of murderers intent on convincing him. But Remy isn’t some helpless bystander, and these people will soon discover that Remy isn’t the kind of fox who runs from a hunt.

Hunted is a new novella set in the universe of the bestselling Hellequin Chronicles and Avalon Chronicles series.

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Hunted Preview

The Remy Novella, Hunted is only a few weeks away, so I thought that people like like to read a short preview of it. Also, there’s still time to Pre-order, and pre-ordering really does help an author, so I’ll put links at the end. Thanks.

Chapter 1

 

 

 

North Dakota, USA.

 

“You want me to jump off this cliff onto those rocks below?”

I was several hundred feet above ground, the forest stretched vast and unblemished before me. Directly below, a maw of jagged rocks awaited. I turned to Chao Wei, who stood twenty feet behind me, looking smug.

She nodded.

I glanced over the edge of the cliff then back to Wei. “Bollocks to that.” Being British has always given me access to the best swear words.

As I headed back over, irritation radiated from her. “How long have we been here?” she asked.

“A month.”

“How long have you been in your human form?”

“Nearly a month,” I replied.

“We arrived and almost day one, you learned you could become human. Since then, you have spent your entire time here getting as drunk as possible and having sex with anyone stupid enough to agree to have sex with you.”

“Yes,” I said. “Yes, I have. Because, and I’m not sure if you’re aware, but I was a fox for hundreds of years! Not a lot of humans want to have sex with fox-men, and those who do are usually people I want to run away from. I’m making up for lost time.”

“You are dwelling in self-pity,” Wei snapped. “Your friend died. I am sorry for that.”

“Nate was murdered,” I snapped back. “By Arthur, who was meant to be the good guy. Avalon have pretty much taken over the world, and we had to come to the arse end of nowhere just to stay ahead of them.”

“You agreed to let me train you, Remy,” Wei said, slightly kinder now. “But you have to actually trust me.”

“By jumping off a four-hundred-foot cliff?”

“In your human form, you’re all but impervious to harm. Your body heals almost instantly. You need to know the limits of that power. And if you die, you have plenty of lives left to come back,” Wei said, slightly colder than I expected.

I sighed. She was, oddly enough, right. The coven who had cursed me all those centuries ago had done me that favor. Not by turning me in a fox-man hybrid—although I could think of worse things—but by dying in the process and giving me their souls. Twelve lives I had. I’d used five. Didn’t mean I wanted to waste one of them jumping off a fuckingcliff.

I returned to the cliff’s edge. “If I do this, and survive, does that mean I get to continue to stay in my human form and not have you complain about it?”

“Probably,” Wei whispered in my ear, before shoving me off the cliff.

I learned a few things falling off that cliff. One: I cannot fly by flapping my arms, no matter how hard. Two: four hundred feet rushes up on you pretty damn fast. And finally: rocks hurt like an absolute motherfucker.

 

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Hunted Release Date

A few weeks ago I showed the cover to the new Novella that I have coming out soon about Remy from the Hellequin Chronicles. Here’s the cover. Hunted_SmHvKINDLE-FA

 

So, now I can reveal that Hunted will be released on: 01st October 2019.

 

That’s right only a few weeks away, and it’s currently up for pre-order on Amazon. There will hopefully be a paperback copy too, but I’ll post details closer to the time. I’m also looking into an audiobook version, but again, this will be something I’ll post about when I have more concrete details.

I’ll post some links for pre-ordering the ebook, but first here’s the blurb:

 

Cursed by witches centuries ago, Remy Roax was content with living his long life as a half-man/half-fox. But when he learned he had had undiscovered powers, he had no choice but to learn how to use them.

After relocating to North Dakota in order to practise his new found abilities, he soon finds himself in the targets of Louis Bonne, a man who wants to understand how the curse placed on Remy worked, so that he can use the souls of innocent people to make himself immortal.

Since Remy has no interest in helping, Louis Bonne sends a group of murderers intent on convincing him. But Remy isn’t some helpless bystander, and these people will soon discover that Remy isn’t the kind of fox who runs from a hunt.

Hunted is a new novella set in the universe of the bestselling Hellequin Chronicles and Avalon Chronicles series.

 

And now the pre-order links:

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Not long to wait until you can read Remy’s story. I’ve been looking forward to this for a long time now, so I hope it’s worth the wait.

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Remember that thing I couldn’t talk about?
Coming soon.
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My Daughter

This is a personal piece about what’s been happening at home to do with my daughter. It’s something I’ve asked if it’s okay to write about, and wanted to get off my chest. I’m not interested in doing an ‘oh you poor dear’ piece, it’s just a venting exercise, and maybe it might help someone else going through a similar time.

 

It’s been a bit of a difficult year in many respects, but the hardest stuff my family has had to go through is to do with my eldest daughter, Keira. She’s nearly 15 now, and has always been hyper intelligent, and aware of everything going on, but was never brilliant with social stuff.

 

It all came to a head at the beginning of the year. Keira’s anxiety issues started to result in panic attacks and dark thoughts on her part, and we sought out counselling for her.

 

It’s difficult to state just how horrendous that period of time was, and just how much I wanted to be able to make her happy, but she couldn’t get past it, couldn’t see anything but misery and pain. It was a difficult time for not just Keira, but her mum and me, and her two younger sisters.

 

Keira went to counselling about being angry all the time, about how she didn’t believe she was good enough, about how she was certain there was something wrong with her. She was getting stressed at school through the amount of pressure she was receiving about her progress in school.

 

You see, Keira was one of the top two kids in her years for her SAT scores in year 6. In fact her score was so high that she was predicted A and A*’s across the board for her GCSE result. Exams that she didn’t have to take for another 5 years. So for the last 3 years, every single time she’d taken home a report, because she hasn’t met that predicted grade, the school has been forced to mark her down as underachieving.

 

It’s been incredibly frustrating for her. She could be getting an A in tests at 12, but because she was predicted an A*, she’s considered underachieving. No matter how much the school have explained that these things are meaningless, 3 years of her having to put up with constantly being shown as underachieving when she’s one of the top children in the year, took a toll on her confidence and made her start to hate school.

 

Thankfully, we think she’s started to understand this. Her grades never suffered, her behaviour at school didn’t change, but she was constantly anxious and suffered from panic attacks during school time. It was difficult for her. Her mind works in logic, and she couldn’t figure out why her brain didn’t work the same as everyone else’s.

 

She started a counselling course 2 months ago that finished last week. The clinical psychologist in week 2, gave my wife and I, and Keira’s school forms to fill in because she’s convinced Keira has Asperger’s.

The change in Keira since hearing that is dramatic. There’s finally a reason. There’s finally a way forward for her. There are reasons why she’s so smart, but doesn’t understand social cues, and finds normal teenage behaviour to be almost alien to her. She doesn’t understand why people would anyone would say one thing and do something else. But now she understands why her brain thinks this way.

 

She’s happier. Happier than I’ve seen her in a while.

 

Asperger’s is harder to detect in girls as they’re so smart and can hide it from the world, but as Keira got older, and as she went through counselling, her ability to hide these things broke down the more comfortable she got with certain people.

 

It’ll be two years until Keira is assessed (at least), and there’s no guarantee that she’ll be formally diagnosed with Asperger’s, despite a clinical psychologist stating that she saw zero chance she didn’t have it. Despite going through the list of aspects of Asperger’s and ticking them off one at a time.

 

None of that really matters to her, because that diagnosis is in the future, and right now she has a way to move forward, and an understanding of why her brain works so differently to everyone else.

 

This year has been hard on Keira, on all of us because we didn’t know how to help her, how to make things better. There’s no magical cure for anxiety, and she still has it, she will possibly always have it, but having her be able to understand is a massive step forward, and I hope that one of many.

 

As a parent there’s little more terrifying than knowing that something to do with your child is out of your control, but seeing Keira deal with the problems that confronted her, and move through them has made me incredibly proud. She faces new challenges now, but she’s a much happier teenager for what she’s discovered this year, and right now that’s pretty much all I can ask for.

 

 

 

 

 

Sorcery Reborn Blurb

So, the last time I posted anything was a few months ago, and honestly, I know I’m a bit remiss and should post more often. It’s something I’m hoping to work on once I’ve finished the third and final Rebellion Chronicles book by the end of the year.

In other news, I have an exciting announcement coming up that I can’t talk about at the moment, but will hopefully be able to do so soon. Yes, I know it’s super vague, but unfortunately that’s all I can say at the moment.

In the meantime, here’s the blurb for Sorcery Reborn. Also, the new date for the Kindle version is November 21st. The Audible version should be out either the same day or the original 28th November, unless my publisher tell me any different.

Oh, and I will be putting up the first chapter of Sorcery Reborn a little closer to the release date.

 

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He doesn’t need a weapon. He is the weapon.

After losing his powers in an epic battle between good and evil, former sorcerer Nate Garrett finds himself living as a humble human in Clockwork, Oregon. While the world thinks Nate is dead, his friends continue to fight against Avalon and the evil it’s intent on spreading.

Avalon’s forces turn up in Clockwork, and Nate’s frustration grows with every passing day his magic doesn’t return. He finds himself trying to stop Avalon’s plans while hiding from enemies who would destroy everything in their path to see him dead.

Avalon’s darkness begins to threaten the people Nate cares about, and an old nemesis returns; magic or no magic, he has no choice but to fight. But will Nate see his magical powers reborn before the entire town—and everyone he loves—is destroyed?

 

If you haven’t yet pre-ordered the book, and you’re intending to purchase it, please do consider pre-ordering. The early weeks of a books launch are really important, and publishers use them to see how well the book is expected to do.

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New Writings

For those of you who don’t know, the first book in The Rebellion Chronicles, Sorcery Reborn, is due out on November 28th this year.

 

Here’s the cover and pre-order link.McHugh-Sorcery Reborn-28346-CV-FT

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The audible and paperbacks should all be out at the same time, but if that changes, I’ll let everyone know.

One thing though, if you do plan on getting the book, please do consider pre-ordering it. Pre-orders and early purchases are pretty much the best way to support an author’s new release as those are the figures that are vitally important to publishers. Thanks.

 

So, now that that’s out of the way, an update on where I am with book 2, Death Unleashed. Basically, it’s currently being edited by me, and should be out next year. I have no idea when yet, but once I find out, I’ll let you know.

Last, but by no means least, I’m writing a novella in the Hellequin/Avalon/Rebellion universe. There should be a cover in the not too distinct future, as I’m hoping to get the novella out this year.

I’m not going to say who the main character is, as the cover should give it away, but the title is: Hunted.

That’s it for now. Enjoy.

 

Sales

It’s been a long time since I last put anything here, and I have a lot of information to impart about sales, so I guess I should just get on with it.

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First of all, there are sales going on at the moment if you live in the UK or America.

In the UK, both Crimes Against Magic and A Glimmer of Hope are only 99p each. And if you click on the link below, you can get right there.

Crimes Against Magic

I just love these! Brilliant books with brilliant characters”

“A good mix of fantasy, mixed in with history and current time lines. Well recommended.”

A Glimmer of Hope

“I don’t think I’d ever get bored! Amazing read as always! Onto the next one!”

” I cannot wait to read part two, but I am going to read something else in between if only to get my breath back.”

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And in the USA every single one of my books is only 99c. That’s $10 for the whole lot. Which, I think anyone can agree is a whole lot of reading for not a lot of cash. Click the link below to go take a look for yourself.

“Do yourself a favor and pick these up, you’ll love them.” – Scorched Shadows

“I recommend the books, and looking forward to follow the story into the Avalon Chronicles!” – Promise of Wrath

“What an incredible story. I highly recommend this book and just can’t say enough good things about it.” A Thunder of War

Steve McHugh Amazon Author Page

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So, there’s the sales part of the post done. I’d just like to take a moment to say thank you to everyone who left a rating or review on Goodreads for my books. I’ve now got over 50,000 rankings, which is just an incredible thing to be able to say.

I’ll be doing another post today about new stuff.