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The Dominion Destiny

The Dominion Book 3

by Chris Cloake

Genre: Epic Fantasy 

The ancient dominion of Ordefima faces a catastrophic invasion that will rip it apart. This is a tale of desperate duels, greed and loss, dreams unrealised and the ultimate price paid by those in love. Can the close siblings, Rupert and Socha, survive such insurmountable odds and find any kind of happiness? Or will darker powers and covetous enemies prevail?

 The Dominion - Destiny is the unmissable concluding part of the fantasy trilogy. Fans of legendary sagas leading to dramatic conclusions, with a vibrant cast travelling strange lands, can’t fail to find thrills in this final instalment by emerging author Chris Cloake. 

Buy The Dominion - Destiny and prepare for an odyssey that knows no bounds.

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The Dominion: Defiant

The Dominion Book 2 

An ancient adversary in the east seeks to invade Ordefima and claim the treasures it holds.

When his beloved sister is captured, Rupert, the youngest son of the ruling family, is sent to save her. As the power of the enemy increases, can he overcome personal tragedy, emotional entanglements and lost allegiances to emerge as the hero? Or will subversive forces and increasing austerity inspire the people to rebel against him?

The Dominion - Defiant is the second book in the fantasy trilogy. If you like epic adventure, dark brooding menace, vivid characters and imaginative settings, then you’ll love this latest instalment by popular author Chris Cloake.

Buy The Dominion - Defiant today and immerse yourself in a mythical new world. 

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The Dominion: Divided

The Dominion Book 1

Seventeen centuries of peace in Ordefima are shattered by a violent attack by an unknown assailant. Could a mythical enemy have returned? Does the danger come from within? As the ruling family fragments, Rupert, youngest son of the Marquis, is torn between the increasing demands of duty and saving his failing marriage. As all that he loves comes under threat, he must embark on dangerous challenges in a quest for answers. Can he succeed in the face of doubt or will unthinkable horrors be unleashed upon a land unprepared for change?

The Dominion – Divided is the first book in a fantasy trilogy by Chris Cloake. For those who love deep emotion, colourful locations, perilous predicaments and mystifying menace, this book is for you.

Enter the world of The Dominion and set out on a profound journey of discovery.

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The Dominion Destiny -  TheView from the Wall

Rupert, Marquis of Ordefima, stood atop the Wall that had for so many 

centuries marked the line between paradise and wretchedness, and reflected 

on the frightful changes. His beloved dominion had seemed eternally 

beautiful, a place where birds soared and fine maidens sang sweet songs that 

spoke of peace and plenty. It was where, in his childhood days, he ran in 

green meadows, barely noticed by nonchalant sheep with thick, woolly coats. 

And with his sister, Socha, games of hide and seek were played out until they 

could not bear to be apart any more. 

Looking at it as it was now, he knew the idyll was gone. The once abundant 

expanse of the Fields was a muddy bog. The vines had been drowned, the 

grasslands and pastures could no longer support livestock. The people 

endured, repairing their houses where the rain was getting in, walking in the 

Town Square, maybe even making plans for the future. But it was an odd 

sense of normality. The smiles, the effervescent hope, the deep sense of 

trust, were no more. Daily activities lay in ruin, replaced by a crisis only 

chaos can bring. And it was hardly surprising, given what lay on the other 

side. The protective ring of the Tutelors had been broken. 

The Waolings, under the abiding blanket of black clouds, had become what 

resembled an inland sea. All that was visible above the turgid water was the 

top of the odd sickening bush. And a thousand Gharids. They swarmed 

across the surface, their scaly backs arching and long, wide tails splashing. 

Occasionally, a hideous head would emerge, revealing rows of blade-like teeth 

and eyes tinged with purple. On the rubble that had been the Keeper’s Lodge 

stood Gaticus, nearly twice the size of his surrounding minions, in a rich coat of 

red, his triumphant crest erect. In one claw he held the Goblet of Fecundity 

that had been so precious to Ordefima. In the other, was a sword taken from 

a sentinel after he had defeated the invading force at the Luroghs. 

What he desired now was Socha. Her blood mixed with his would make all in 

his army as strong as him and each could create another thousand like them. 

Rupert met his intense glare with defiance. He felt the beast trying to steal 

into his thoughts, measure the level of his fear and work himself into any gaps 

he found. 

“The Germinid is mine. It is only a matter of time before the Lady of the 

Goblet succumbs and all of Ordefima follows.”

Gaticus said this into the minds of his own kind. Rupert heard it too, as did 

Socha sitting on the floor of her room high up in the Balaltura. It was an 

impressive show of strength. Yet Rupert knew this was the best Gaticus could 

muster. To co-ordinate a force as large as his and maintain the constant 

downpour he needed took most of his power, sparing them his devastating 

infiltration of the mind. 

“Brag as much as you like, you old sack of scales,” Rupert replied. “You still 

have to get past this Wall, and our weapons.” 

“Do you think we can hold out?” the captain of the guard, standing beside him, 

asked, his face thin and worried. 

Rupert looked along the massive line of defence. “I have faith in the Wall,” 

he said. “But we are much depleted in number. We can bring out all the 

weapons we want. You still need someone to wield them.”

“Indeed. We paid a heavy price at the Luroghs.”

“I remain hopeful. Every man, woman and child will resist. There is much 

courage in my people.”

Worth Fighting For

“See how the birds leave us?” Rupert observed, standing in the courtyard of the Balaltura with Suky. A flock was passing overhead, a formation of ever diminishing dots. Yet more had deserted the towers and roofs. “Another sign?” he wondered. Suky squinted one remarkable turquoise eye as she watched them and rubbed her white neck. “Perhaps. They are wise.” “Like your cat?” The tutelor smiled. “At least he has come down now. That is reassuring for the rest of us. Except he will not venture beyond the gate. It’s like he knows something out there will get him.” Rupert clutched at a chunk of his tangled hair. “He’s most surely right. I dread to think what might yet happen. How much more can we withstand? Just how much?” Suky knew he wasn’t looking to her for an answer. The weary young Marquis merely expressed the desperation they all felt. “I wish for peace and yet I am charged with a need for revenge,” he continued. “You must beware of that need,” Suky said. “It could lead you to disaster. It has not been our way.” “In our ancient past we pursued the enemy until we thought him destroyed. To do so again would not be so bad. From those beginnings we built our dominion.” Suky turned away. “It troubles me to contemplate the future.” “I am learning,” Rupert said. “Taking up arms makes a killer of anyone. But to survive this we are going to have to battle. If we are victorious I want the weapons destroyed and never again will we recognise a Festival of Fighting, neither here nor in Draden.” Suky faced him, softened and adjusted the emerald sash she wore over her neat figure. “I like this thinking. If you believe we still have enough left to fight for.” “I seek your opinion on that. I’m asking the same of Halbert and Meava. You are the only tutelors I have left. Go out there and see, make sure you have a sentinel escort, gauge the mood, gather facts, be realistic. We’ll convene here in three days and try and decide on the best course of action. In the absence of The Session of the Seven, the four of us can still make sense.” “Our options are very limited.” Rupert nodded grimly. Suky came close and he wondered if she was searching his thoughts. “And what if we can’t agree?” she asked. “No one has to be bound by any decree,” Rupert replied, stern and serious. “We can be stronger together of course, but each person has to follow the path they believe in."

Chris Cloake was born in 1964 and began telling stories a couple of years later. He grew up in Kent, England. He is motivated to write by a deep interest in life, particularly the cruel, deeply flawed nature of people contrasted with their incredible creativity and inspiration. The power of the natural world is a common theme in his work as a writer and professional photographer. He lives happily with his wife, two children and a large collection of music, books and board games.

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