Böcker av J P Valentine

The Questing Stones have come to Nowherested, and Evelia Greene is finally ready to receive her life's quest. Perhaps she'll be a great warrior, or a wealthy merchant, or a brilliant mage. Perhaps her quest is simply to live a quiet life, constantly honing a craft to the heights of perfection.Or perhaps the Questing Stones will grant her the Legendary mission of popping over to the next village to pick up a loaf of bread.Wouldn't that be ridiculous?Eve can't even begin to guess how or why she's come by such an absurd life goal, nor how a level 1 Messenger Girl is supposed to complete anything labeled as Legendary, but at least she can be sure of one thing. No matter how many wolves or goblins attack, no matter how many speeding tickets she racks up, no matter how many bakeries spontaneously combust as she steps into town, one way or another, Eve is going to get that gods-damned bread.There just might be a few Side Quests along the way.

In Winter, Storm, in Deep, and Dark, The many threads they'd see, But in their rage they overstepped, And then the Courts were three. Beware, oh love, the nothing mage, A vengeful man is he, So if you dare to draw his wrath, Then nothing ye shall be. The stars align, the planets shift, Their walls are split in twain.Behold, behold, the syzygy, Now we shall feast again. The king is dead, and any dreams of conquest have died with him. Now the Teralian army can dedicate their focus towards hunting the man who brought it all about. Fugitives for treason, Declan and his friends must slip past the nation's borders into the treacherous wildlands beyond. Trapped in a world of Faeries and whispers and prophecies, they chart their course for the Seat of the Tempest and for whatever powerful entity demanded his presence. The syzygy is coming, and the nothing mage will need every bit of help he can get if he's to find a way to stop it. Assuming he can even make it there alive.

With the way behind them sealed, the only way forward for Eve and her friends is down. Down the narrow steps carved into the mountain. Down into the oppressive toxic fog. Down into the Dead Fields.br>But the Dead Fields are not so dead as they seem. Things lurk in the mist, things far beyond the levels of Eve, Wes, Preston, and especially the hatchling Reginald. But Eve doesn't care. Sure, every darting shadow and every roar in the distance sends a chill up her spine, but just as any passing beast could prove the one threat she can't overcome, so too could it prove a windfall of valuable exp. Eve likes exp. Before the party can make their way past the deadly trellac, before they can return to civilization, before they can make their mark on this world with the power of friendship, overwhelming violence, and mediocre puns, they'll need to pick up a few levels. Eve and the gang are trapped in the Dead Fields, and they're going to have to grind their way out.

A qi antithetical to life itself, a well of power more immense than the human mind can comprehend, and the only man in the galaxy who can see it.The vast emptiness of deep space drives cultivators insane. Deprive one of qi for long enough, and sooner or later they'll start stealing it from anything and anyone around them. The process eventually kills them, but not before they drain a few dozen mortals to death.I should know. I was one of them.But in my last moments, while the void psycho stumbled away and my body's faculties slowly shut down, I discovered something extraordinary, something that would change the galaxy forever, something that-as far as I can tell-no one before me had ever found.That emptiness wasn't so empty.

Beware, oh friend, the Nothing Mage, The man himself a blight, With magic cursed and spells unseen, That none can stand and fight. Beware, oh King, the Nothing Mage, A force that pierces all, The tolling bell that sings of death, 'Till lords and empires fall. Beware, oh love, the Nothing Mage, A vengeful man is he, So if you dare to draw his wrath, Then nothing ye shall be. "There's nothing there." The words may as well have been a death sentence to young Declan. Without mana, there could be no studying at the sky-piercing Pinnacle Towers, there could be no great monster hunts, and there could be no following in his father's legendary footsteps. He'd be a cripple. But when a terrible accident forces him to flee, Declan learns the true nature of his mana. Just because it doesn't resonate at any known frequency, doesn't mean it isn't magic. Just because he can't cast the same spells as everyone else doesn't mean he isn't a mage. And just because you can't see something, doesn't mean it isn't there.