The Wizard: Book I: The Three Stones

The darkness comes: “In an eruption of fury it arose from the sea. Dark and glistening it churned the water with its huge claws. Like a tidal wave it surged towards the shore.”

The hero dawns: “Facing the charge, on the farthest rock out in the sea stood the lone figure of Zaric. Torn from his wooded village and his first love, Zaric grew in a world of wonder and danger, freedom and fate, all converging on him. A killer seeks him, a mentor trains him as his body is battered and bronzed, his mind whetted and honed, his creativity choked and freed, his anger calmed and enraged as he steps into his birthright and his earned right of The Wizard.”

The lover watches: “High above Zaric Amareena stood on the Bonehorn Cliffs. She was his white-hot pain in all he chose, his centered joy in all he did. Both were torn between her human elven form and his wizard birth.”

The world hangs suspended: “Thrust upward and forced to fight far too soon, the young wizard stood on the rock and faced the charging force of monstrous evil.”

Let The Wizard enchant your mind, and jolt your heart.