A Trust to Follow
Wild Magics Book 1
by Diana Waters
Genre: M/M Fantasy Romance
In a world where magic is hated and feared, sometimes the bravest thing a man can do is trust.
Daymon is the second prince of a kingdom in which Evokers—those who possess intuitive magical abilities—have long since been treated with fear and mistrust. Marked as an Evoker himself, Daymon is captured by those who wish to take advantage of these powers. Now, the prince must put his faith in Rhyder, the captain of his guards—and the man Daymon has claimed as his own—to free him.
Kaidyn's Courage
Wild Magics Book 2
When one man’s courage is lost to his own anger, another will try to rekindle it—no matter the cost.
Kaidyn is the son of the queen and a trainee officer in the kingdom of Sareen. He is also a Half-Blood—his father is from Iskandir, a neighboring kingdom which has been at war with Sareen for many years. Bitter and angry at the prejudice he faces, Kaidyn meets Sorin, a healer from one of Sareen’s most prominent noble families. As their relationship deepens, the war between Sareen and Iskandir grows worse. Not only will the pair inevitably become involved with the conflict one way or another, but Sorin is also hiding a secret, and time is running out for them both.
Excerpt:
Prince Daymon came to with a stifled moan,
the pain dragging him back to unwelcome awareness. His entire body throbbed,
but he kept his eyes closed, not wanting to be greeted with the sight of a bare
cell or the bruises where he had been struck. The cold had numbed him to some
of the damage, but he could tell without looking that several fingers were
likely broken. Instead, he concentrated on what he had been dreaming of only
moments before.
His mother’s voice.
Daymon did not remember it or his mother
well, but he knew what she looked like from the portraits his older brother,
Daylor, secretly kept. Her hair was fine and dark as ink, and her eyes a deep
blue—both of which Daymon had inherited from her, unlike his brother. Instead,
Daylor bore the golden hair and amber eyes of his father, as well as his
father’s height, broad shoulders, and olive skin. In contrast, Daymon had a
slight build and pale complexion, further marking him as more of his mother’s
child than his father’s—as though everyone needed reminding.
And yet, despite being too young to recall
his mother’s voice, or so he thought, Daymon could have sworn he had heard her
whisper to him. Just a little longer, the words had tickled passed his
ear. Just a little longer, and he will come for you. How could he not? But
the sensation of his head being held, the fingers brushing softly through his
hair, had vanished as soon as Daymon had woken up, and although he had never
really known her, he felt her absence now as keenly as though she had truly
been with him.
He will come for you. Daymon’s
good fingers touched his left ear, feeling the shape of the small jewel still
threaded through the lobe and then the right, empty one. Rhyder was as strong
and as fierce as all the stories said and as stubborn a man as Daymon had ever
known.
Once Rhyder had decided on something,
there was no stopping him—and he had decided on Daymon. It didn’t matter if his
father did nothing—being too paralyzed by increasing paranoia or drink to break
his self-imposed confinement. It didn’t matter if Daylor, torn between genuine
love for his brother and his strong sense of filial duty toward their father,
was likewise unable or forbidden to act. Rhyder would come. If Daymon believed
in nothing else, he would believe in this. Daymon fell short of anything
resembling strong or heroic, but Rhyder was everything a hero should be and
more. While Daymon’s courage failed him, Rhyder’s would never waver.
“I’m sorry. Rhyder, I’m sorry...” The
apology was as much for himself as it was for Rhyder. Daymon’s isolation,
combined with the surrounding darkness, brought to mind half-remembered fears
from long ago.
Yet perhaps even now his valiant captain
was making his way here. Perhaps he was already nearby and merely waiting for
the right moment to strike. Perhaps—
The door to Daymon’s cell burst open with
a high-pitched squeal, and he held himself still, determined at least not to
flinch away. He owed Rhyder that much. I’m not afraid, he told himself
silently. I’m not afraid at all. You can hurt me all you want, but Rhyder is
coming, and I won’t be afraid.
He only wished the last part were true.
Diana is an M/M romance author from New Zealand, although she currently resides in New York and has previously also lived in Japan and Thailand. She has no idea where in the world she’ll be this time next year and is pretty okay with that. Other than reading and writing, her main passions include travel, amateur photography and competitive swimming.
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