A passing mage kills a village official. For good reasons — but one thing leads to another, and he's soon leading a revolt against an empire.

It feels easy at first, but one cannot raise a fallen people alone. The mage finds collaborators, and he trains them in his art. Warfare. Subterfuge. Survival.

But great power comes with long teeth, and unpruned, they cut your own tongue. The mage makes mistakes on occasion, and what breaks often cannot build.

Not if the Empire's Third Princess has a say. She has watched, and watched, and watched potential be wasted. No more. So she wrests control — of law and lawlessness — knowing well she might fail.

The Wayward Anger is their story. It is a tale of power, intelligence, and deep kindness — set in a world that makes them hardest to sustain.

It is a dark, uncomfortable story. It is, also, a real one.

[Note: This is an occasionally dark, occasionally funny, complex-yet-fast-paced, military and political fantasy. There is magic, there are wars, and most importantly, there is a boatload of stubborn orphans.]

The Wayward Anger

Comentarios