Böcker utgivna av Tamara Brigham

Blood Wild Chronicles Book ThreeToo many had expressed interest in Fort Hamilton for Jia to doubt her father's belief in it.Roland's murder meant that no one stood between its rumored treasure and those seeking control over all that remained of the known world.No one stood in the way except Jia. No one except the Tracker-Mage Vance Segara who could guide her to where the fort was rumored to be. No one except a handful of allies willing to face the risks of the unincorporated lands to the west of the claimed territories.But there were other responsibilities weighing upon her as well. She should remain at Queen's College and rebuild the pack. She should fight, alongside Vance, against those who hunted Cana for their blood. She should stand with Nik, as her father intended, as co-Laedans of LaGuardia to fight for the borough's future as the Channon house ripped itself apart.None of those responsibilities, however, would matter if those with a lust for power found the Fort. No one, anthro, mutani, and normal alike, would be safe from the bloodshed if HOPE, or anyone else, got their hands on Fort Hamilton's rumored treasures first.The Pack would have to be patient.It had to be now.The race had begun.

Haunted by memories of the night Venn Vanished, Rhyd Ballard’s life morphed into shadows, into a war against the law-keeping Crows who roamed the Levels arresting dissidents, radicals, addicts and those deemed traitors to the City.The Scarecrow was born that night, to stand alone against the Founder, against the Crows, determined to save those who could not save themselves…or die trying.He had nothing left to live for.But no one, not Rhyd, not the Crows, not the Founder, could foresee the day when the Outside would creep into their lives in the most innocent of guises, exposing secrets that would either pint Hebanthe Falls on a path towards ruin or salvation.

The path spred before Kavan, to undo an ancient wrong and cleanse away the primordial evil seething at the heart of Enesfel, at the heart of an Teren-Elyi conflict that had boiled for centuries, meant going back. Going home. Facing the pain he had tried to forget. Facing the adoration the healing of his hands would certainly generate.Facing Princess Diona again.He did not feel ready. He did not want to go. But Kórahm had bid it, and Kavan knew there was no thwarting destiny.Unsure of what awaited him, unsure what the Heretic-Saint’s commission would lead him to, be it victory or death, Kavan accepted the inevitable and began the arduous journey back to Rhidam, back to family and friends, back to himself with Wortham at his side in a desperate race against a deadline he could not foresee.With that evil dogging him at every turn, the young Lachlan King fighting to find his footing in an adult world he felt ill-prepared for, and Rhidam struggling for its very survival against the taint of the Elyri-hating Corylliens, Kavan could not know if he would arrive in time to do what history demanded of him.Or if there would be anything left of the world he had known, those he loved the most, if he did.He had to succeed. He did not believe Rhidam, or the Lachlans, or the Elyri in Enesfel would survive another year if he failed.

Enesfel had known peace for eleven years. The reign of Arlan Lachlan ushered in a period of prosperity the kingdom had not enjoyed since the days of Kings Innis and Donal. In Rhidam, Kavan's life settled into a comfortable routine of music and the tutoring of the royal Lachlan children, an effort to hide, to leave the epitaphs of miracle-worker and saint behind.A specter from the past, however, brings with it a rumor, and King Arlan is forced to reconcile history with the future if Enesfel is to maintain stability throughout the Five Sovereignties.As Enesfel prepares for war, Kavan is pulled from his King's side by a frantic race against destiny to protect the lives of innocent children…for only Kavan has any hope of thwarting the path the Sight has stretched out before him…while bringing him face to face with a secret buried in Elyriá's antiquity and opening a portal perhaps better left closed.

Elyri. ágdháni. Miracle worker. Saint. Outcast. All that Kavan ever wanted was to be a normal man, the bard he has trained his entire life to be. But prophecy has a bad habit of thwarting the best plans and intentions. From the moment he meets Arlan, the infant prince of Enesfel, the path Kavan imagined for himself is overthrown by forces beyond his control. When Owain Lachlan, a man of dubious heritage, assumes the mantle of king, it falls upon Kavan's shoulders to guide and aid the inexperienced Prince Arlan in claiming the throne that is his birthright. Kavan's personal quest for acceptance, from others and from himself, becomes entwined with threads of politics and Faith, and not even prophecy can guarantee what fate awaits him.