Honor Raconteur

"When the Night Foxes boldly break into the Fourth Precinct's Evidence Building, it causes quite the stir. The break-in is daring enough, but their method shreds the magical wards and protections on the building like confetti paper. As a Magical Examiner, Henri Davenforth is of course immediately called in. Quite to his astonishment, Captain Gregson has him work the case like a detective. Even more astounding, he assigns Henri a partner. The Shinigami Detective. The woman is famous for killing the most destructive rogue witch of the century. Henri is just baffled. What is he supposed to do with a partner? Hopefully killing one witch makes Jamie Edwards enough of an expert on magic to be helpful, as the thieves aren't content to just break into one building. They in fact seem to have an agenda, as with each theft, they take magical objects. It's all mounting to a dangerously powerful magical construct capable of toppling the wards on any building. And no one has any idea what the thieves' true target is."--Back cover.

Magic and the Shinigami Detective

It's like the start of a bad joke: a Master of Tomes, his apprentice, and ninety world-saving records get lost at sea.Mei Li really wishes the joke wasn't her life. For two years she's been stranded in a remote village with no knowledge of where her master is or what's going on in the world. What she does know is one: she refuses to be sacrificed to the "god" the villagers think live on the mountain, two: she fully plans on negotiating with said "god" (who, luckily for her, turns out to be a dragon more than happy to rescue her). Her relief over being rescued is short lived when she learns that her master is still lost, along with the tomes detailing how to reseal and fix all the upcoming problems for the next decade. And at least four world disasters are due to be prevented in the next two months. To make matters worse, the Tomes Masters are the only people in the world who carry the knowledge of how to reseal the pesky problems like five-thousand-year-old sleeping demons and disintegrating harbor walls. With her master gone, everyone is looking to Mei Li for answers she doesn't have, but still has to procure. Her options are to solve the disasters-with high potential for the world ending-or somehow find Master and the missing tomes.Right now, Mei Li wants to go back in time and punch her six-year-old self for being an idiot. Being able to read books all day is not worth the stress of dealing with ancient, evil things on a regular basis.

Tomes Apprentice

Rise of the Catalyst

Three modus operandi to die. Four employees, six house guests, and not a single witness. Confusing clues and no helpful leads cloud the death of Countess Giada Barese, who washed up on shore two weeks after her mysterious disappearance. Henri and Jamie have no idea if her death is a homicide, suicide, or accidental death, for nothing adds up. There is something strange going on, though, Jamie's sure of that. The countess was found wearing mismatched slippers, her lover disappeared the next day, and everyone is acting shifty. Jamie feels like she's playing a game of Clue, one she's determined to win. Where's a candlestick when you need one?

Death Over the Garden Wall

Imagination has no limit...Our Heroine: Me. And boy, are we all in trouble. A seventeen-year-old with a love of fantasy and unmanageable hair? Hardly anyone's idea of the knight in shining armor. I went about life with no idea the world around me was not as it seemed, until one dark night I saw glimpses of things I knew shouldn't exist.I've got enough problems of my own to deal with, but the glimpses of what I'm certain is a magical world that tantalize me like no other. When I find a pair of turquoise glasses that allow me to properly see everything, I put those bad boys on without a second of hesitation.I probably should have hesitated. I'm now neck deep in kobolds, pookas, magic castles, youkai, unruly werewolves, talking houses, and an ancient magical mystery in need of solving.Oh, and magic lessons. Turns out I'm an Imagineer, which was totally unexpected. An Imagineer creates by using imagination, willpower, and magic to form whatever they wish. Their only limitation is imagination, and imagination? Has no limits.At least, if you're doing it right.Tags: Magic is REAL, like really real, intellectual competency, if that even is a thing, I made it a thing, terrible parenting, friendship 101, awesome sidekicks, Reagan being BAMF, because she's awesome that way, wendigos, and other scary creatures, cool grandmothers, road trip!, Brazil, a little India, complex magic, imagination has no limit, Mongolian metal music, fluff, all the feels, bizarre roommates, modern with magic, magic engineering, sort of based on reality, I don't even know, I tried, a bit of kidnapping, featuring special guest star: kobold, no pookas were harmed in the making of this stor

Imagineer

I'm the first Mage born in 200 years. I've turned a city into an island, erected a barrier around an entire country, and awakened a war hero from a 200 year old slumber. Prophecies have marked my coming. Kings and nations have begged for my aid in times of peril. I hold the power to create and destroy nations. My name is Rhebengarthen. To my friends and family, I'm just Garth. The world knows me as the Advent Mage. And despite the rumors that you might have heard about me, this is what really happened.

Book One of Advent Mage Cycle

Jaunten

He had known this day would come. No man could escape the entire might of the Sovran forever. He just found it humorous that it was an enemy of the Sovran that had caught him instead. Bound, kneeling before a queen whom he had hounded for a straight year, he should have been anxious. Or at least a little worried. Instead, a strange sense of relief filled him. It was over. His mad escape from Brindisi's justice was over. "That is a very calm expression on your face, General Darius Bresalier," she observed. Her tone was idle, but her eyes were as sharp as a hawk's. "Are you not worried?" "I knew what the punishment would be, Your Most High Majesty," he answered respectfully. "I have had a year to resign myself to my fate. I cannot complain." She gave a low, musical hum of approval. "Well said. I have heard many reports on what you did but never once did I believe I could have the full tale." She leaned forward, causing the silk pillows behind her to slide in every direction. "Kingslayer, tell me. Why did you kill your king?"

Kingslayer

This Potion Is da Bomb

Sevana Warran, reigning prodigy Artifactor of the age, has absolutely no desire to selflessly serve her fellow man. She wants, in fact, to be left alone so that she can putter about in her workroom. But her efforts in avoiding other people prove to be in vain. The reigning family of Windamere is no longer sitting upon the throne and the Council has instead taken power. The sole hope of avoiding the evil machinations of the Council is Bellomi Dragonmanovich, Prince of Windamere. As a twenty-one year old cursed into the body of a perpetual eight year old, he lacks the power and ability to stop the Council. Sevana, after a judicious review of the situation, decides that she cannot let things continue. If she did, she'd never be left alone and would instead be buried in paperwork if the Council has anything to say about it. So she kidnaps the prince from where he was locked away in the palace and sets about breaking his curse. Prince and Artifactor quickly realize that simply breaking the curse won't be enough to free Windamere from the Council. It will take training, cunning, allies, information and more than just a little magic if they are to reclaim the throne.

Book One of the Artifactor

The Child Prince

While Bannen had every intention of finding adventure, being yanked through a magical portal two continents away isn't quite what he imagined happening. For that matter, being magically bound to a mage-in-training hadn't ever crossed his mind. Being the first human familiar ever summoned in Corcoran? Not on his to-do list.Rena certainly needs all of the help that she can get, as her magic is very different, inhibiting her of the normal shields and protections. Everyone says her summoning a human familiar is a mistake, that she needs to break the bond and send Bannen back.But Bannen doesn't like this idea, not one iota. Renata Rocci has the magic of a Grim Reaper, the heart of a lion, and a body too frail to keep up with either. She can face assassins; meddlesome mages; politicians; and legendary, nightmarish monsters without flinching. Without losing and that's sexy as sin. This is definitely not the adventure he signed up for. It's far, far better.

The Human Familiar

Someone left Jamie a prezzie and she would like to return it with a no thank you. It all starts with a dead Robert Martin, the man who killed RM Burtchell. Jamie doesn't know how, but it's obvious he was yanked out of high security prison, murdered, and dumped on her front doorsteps. Now the situation is entirely out of control. Someone obviously wants her attention-her people are being targeted and hurt, they can't catch a lead, and it's bringing up Belladonna vibes. Jamie would like to request a new plot device.

All in a Name

"Good work, Balancer." I frowned at the title. "All I did was transport her here, Raile." "Yes, so you did," he agreed in a tone that clearly didn't agree with me at all. "Perhaps you don't consciously realize this, Garth, but its little things like this that are restoring balance to Chahir. No task can be done in just one stroke of effort; it takes many strokes, and much sustained effort." He's right. I started reviewing all of the things I had done over the past two years, memories flicking through my head almost too fast to follow. Each choice led to another; my choice to leave my home in Tobadorage and seek refuge in Hain led directly to my actions now, bringing a Queen into exile. And each choice, each action on my part, had started the chain reaction that was bringing magic back into Chahir.

Book Three of the Advent Mage Cycle

Advent

A collection of short stories from the Advent Mage Cycle.

Advent Mage Compendium

Echoes

Once upon a time, there was a dragon...Take one newly trained Fire Mage. Make him the first (sane) Fire Mage that's been born in the past two hundred years. Have him leave home and venture into the Empire of Sol.Add one powerful, curious, fire-eating dragon. Fire Mage Haikrysen never imagined that he would be adopted out of the blue by a dragon. But then, he never thought he'd find a permanent home in the northern section of Sol, working as a firefighter either. Still, he likes his new home and adores his dragon companion-even if she does hoard jewelry and eats whole sheep for breakfast. But his peaceful days end abruptly when an arsonist starts torching the eastern section of the empire, his attacks becoming progressively bigger and faster. It's beginning to look like he's another insane Fire Mage on the loose. Krys, Kaya, and his partner Mari are sent to investigate, but they have no idea what the aim of the arsonist is, and very little knowledge of the man. Desperate, the three of them race against time to catch the madman before he burns a path across the whole empire, and everyone in it. Dragon's Mage by Honor Raconteur, set in the Advent Mage world, features the returning character of Haikrysen, the first real Fire Mage of his generation.

The Dragon's Mage

The Dreamer's Curse

"Good work, Balancer." I frowned at the title. "All I did was transport her here, Raile." "Yes, so you did," he agreed in a tone that clearly didn't agree with me at all. "Perhaps you don't consciously realize this, Garth, but it's little things like this that are restoring balance to Chahir. No task can be done in just one stroke of effort; it takes many strokes, and much sustained effort." He was right. I started reviewing all of the things I had done over the past two years, memories flicking through my head almost too fast to follow. Each choice had led to another; my choice to leave my home in Tobadorage and seek refuge in Hain led directly to my actions now, bringing a queen into exile. And each choice, each action on my part, had started the chain reaction that was bringing magic back into Chahir.

"Siobhian-jia. Something is amiss?" "I don't know. That's the problem. Ryu Jin Ho-zhi. I need you to think like a strategist for a moment. If someone were to tell you about the situation in Fallen Ward, all the facts that we heard yesterday, what would you do?" Ryu Jin Ho's dark eyes focused on her face in a penetrating way. "Is this question purely academic?" "No. Rune is missing and we don't know where he went. I suspect it has something to do with what he learned this morning, which was all about the condition of Fallen Ward." "So what you are truly asking me is, if I were Rune, and I learned all of that, what would I do?" "Yes. You're both students of Hyun Woo. Knowing strategy as you do, knowing Rune's skills, what do you predict he will do?" Ryu Jin Ho didn't even think about it for a full second before he answered her. "Assassinate the Guildmaster of Fallen Ward."

Fallen Ward

Jewel Jomadd is not a likely heroine for any tale. She's not a warrior, has no magical abilities, and the only weapon she has is her sharp tongue. To make matters worse, she's blind. Hardly the qualifications for the leading role. Jewel isn't one for borrowing trouble, and she's never left Belthain Castle in her short nineteen years. But being a Priestess of Elahandra seems to come hand in hand with trouble. As soon as she steps into her position, her goddess gives her an impossible task: go find the missing four crystals that have been lost for the past two hundred years and put them back in place. She would love to know how she became the heroine of some non-existent tale, gallivanting around Evard dodging bounty hunters, Minister lackeys, Daath assassins, irate politicians, and childish gods when all she wanted was normalcy. She really would.

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