A Stormy Adventure

Hi Readers,

We hope you had a less eventful week than we did. This is Ran, Sarn’s son and your narrator for this newsletter.

Who’s Sarn? You don’t know? 0_o

Well, aside from the fact that he’s my very magical Papa, he stars in a bunch of books collectively called the Curse Breaker series, (which is getting a new look soon), and a few books in offshoot series, like His Angelic Keeper, which stars his sister and some angels (obviously).

What mischief did we get up to this week? A lot.

It all started with a storm. That’s right. Iasias, the storm whose pronunciation puzzled pundits and storm trackers alike, dropped by this past Tuesday to pay us a visit. But it wasn’t a nice guest. 😦 It roared in with winds that kept changing their mind about what direction to blow.

I get it. NY State can be tough to navigate with all those roads and things. But all the storm had to do was follow the Hudson River. It’s pretty wide, especially by New York City. You can drive for miles just to cross it.

The river narrow as you go north, but it’s hard to miss, even for a storm. Lots of roads surround it and towns, and you know how much tropical storms like people–almost as much as they like to play with power lines.

I don’t see the appeal, but storms aren’t exactly corporeal, so it’s not like they can get electrocuted. But what do I know? I am just a kid from a fantasy world.

Since our scribe lives in an apartment building which has buried cables, she didn’t lose power, but she did lose all access to the internet. Even the cell towers stopped functioning and didn’t come back to full strength until Thursday.

So naturally, we, characters, took advantage of this. We might have rearranged the chapters in Curse Breaker: Hidden.

Why? Because there were too many chapters in between me and you. I had to fix that.

I know. I know. I have to let other people do their thing, especially when those people are doing things that directly affect Papa and I, but they had too much page time. And I might have kicked a few scenes over to His Angelic Keeper: Fallen, the third book in Auntie Sovvan’s series.

I didn’t think she’d mind since we had to rearrange the last ten chapters of her second book, His Angelic Keeper: Hidden, so she’d be available when Papa I need her in the beginning of Curse Breaker: Hidden.

But we now have enough of Curse Breaker: Hidden and His Angelic Keeper: Fallen set (the two books take place simultaneously) that our scribe can finish the last ten chapters of His Angelic Keeper: Hidden and release it.

So she’s working on that. Curse Breaker: Hidden and His Angelic Keeper: Fallen are so intertwined, (one book is from Papa and my POV and the other from Auntie Sovvan’s), that they need to release together. So that’s where we’re at.

I’m arguing hard for the sequel to Curse Breaker: Hidden, which will be a fun non-world-ending adventure full of the kind of mayhem that won’t doom us all. Because we need a break from that.

We deserve a nice a fun romp and maybe even that joust mentioned in Curse Breaker: Enchanted. Imagine the fun we could have there!

Plus, that would free my aunt up to go her own way on her fourth book and maybe solve some pf her own problems before they bother us. And I don’t know about you, but I’m curious to see what she’ll do when she doesn’t need to save us.

But that’s all coming soon. This week, we’re diving deeper into a massive anthology with part 3 of our preview of:

Magic Underground: The Complete Collection

“Spell of Wings & Glass,” by Melinda Kucsera

(Read part 1 and part 2.)

“I’ll take that as a no.” Nulthir suppressed a groan. That wasn’t good. Thing or one of his kids would notice they were a child short and come looking for Furball. Would they know to come here? And what the hell could Nulthir do if they did?

Possessing magic or magical creatures was an offense punishable by death. If any of the other Guards saw Furball or his relatives when they eventually showed up, Nulthir would be a dead man, and Furball and his family would be hunted down and killed too. Worst of all, there was nothing Nulthir could do to stop any of that from happening because the Guards were short-handed tonight, thanks to a recent food riot.

“I won’t let anyone hurt you.” Nulthir held Furball close to his heart, and the little fella purred softly. Aww.

“Why are you here?” Nulthir regarded the tiny owl-monkey-cat in his hands, but Furball just neeped again, which wasn’t helpful. The kit hadn’t mastered mind-talking like his grandparents yet. “What am I going to do with you? I can’t leave to take you home, not until I finish my rounds and maybe not even then. Nor can you stay. It’s too dangerous for you.” Nulthir ran his free hand through his damp hair.

“Neep?” Furball asked, but the kit used those neeps to communicate a wide variety of things, none of which Nulthir could translate without help from Furball’s relatives. But they weren’t here right now. He’d have to find a way to keep Furball safe until he could return the little critter to his flat. That shouldn’t be too hard if all the inmates stayed in their cells. But that was a big if. The persistent dampness down here was hell on locks.

Furball opened his little beak and yawned as he wrapped his prehensile tail around Nulthir’s thumb. Like his progenitors, Furball was an amalgamation of raptor, monkey, cat and only Fate knew what else, and he was so adorable when he pricked his little cat ears up like that.

Nulthir stroked the critter’s soft fur. “What do you hear?” Nothing that could be communicated solely through neeps. Nulthir listened but loud snoring and the occasional grunts and snorts drowned out any other sound now that Furball had quieted.

Furball’s left ear twitched then he tried to crawl up Nulthir’s sleeve, but it was cinched tight against his forearm by a leather vambrace with metal splints. Furball just cowered there, shaking and making soft clucking sounds that wrenched his heart.

“What’s wrong?” Nulthir ran his free hand down the little fella’s back, but that didn’t soothe him. “What frightened you? There’s no one here but you and me.” No sooner had the words left his mouth then Nulthir heard footsteps coming this way. Uh-oh. “I need you to stay out of sight and be quiet. Can you do that for me?” Nulthir whispered in a vain attempt to keep this conversation from carrying at least until the snoring started up again.


Get Magic Underground: The Complete Collection or Hidden Magic to read the rest.

(Hidden Magic is part of Magic Underground: The Complete Collection, so you don’t need both ebooks. Magic Underground: The Complete Collection has all three anthologies collected together into one massive ebook. There is no new content included in it because it’s so massive. We didn’t want to break Amazon’s server.)

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