It comes from the shining gray; the leafless blight that sparks the world to endless fire, the loosed arrow shaft on the eve of battle that ignites the opposing lines of soldiers, the plan of action that dooms the world to eternal darkness. What is it, you ask? It is greed, envy, intolerance, and the will to oppress those who cannot defend themselves. It is the direction of tyranny, and its first weapon is fear and hopelessness.
My new short story The Call of Fate is available for preorder. Here is a short excerpt: Wogan Nance, more commonly referred to as Boot Chuck by his squad, looked out over the sprawling camp of the army. Tents were lined up orderly in rows for as far as the eye could see. Soldiers milled around cook fires, sharpened swords, and fletched arrows, mostly staying close to their own squad's compound of tents and supplies. He wondered how many soldiers were like himself, hiding their true nature to keep from being used up in short order. He wondered how many secret mages, or at least those with the ability to become mages lurked in midst of the throng of these men and women. Mages were a hot commodity in the Imperial Army as it swept across the continent claiming new lands for its own. Magic turned the tide in battle for whichever side had the most numerous mages. While ability helped greatly, a large number of fledgling mages could overcome a seasoned magical user in due time, at th