Pete Emmerson and Ellen Mae Franklin, brought together by a common love of Fantasy Fiction - Two authors from opposite sides of the globe have come together to create an ongoing series of adventures based around the Un-Named.
“The use of Magic is forbidden!”
The Un-Named, the magic wielders; loathed, reviled and feared for being different, forced to hide from constantly searching eyes; from the eyes of those who would strive to expose them to The Render.
As the Un-Named struggle to acquire their rightful position in a world that has hated and persecuted them for centuries, a fearsome danger escapes from its five hundred year old prison.
Two extraordinary companions begin a journey to discover the origin of the strange phenomena that is allowing wild magic to leak into the world, but they aren’t the only ones who are interested in that source and not for the same reasons either.
The world is under threat of total destruction and only through the powers of magical arts can it be saved and protected –
“The use of Magic is forbidden!”
‘SISTER is free; we must find sister, we must find baby sister.’
Flames grew higher and higher as the raging infernos blossomed in intensity. Rampaging around the eyrie, flashing through the vents and pipes of the old slumbering volcano, their wrath built higher and higher, screaming their raucous passions at the sky the Nasties built their frenzy until, unable to contain their all-consuming and destructive natures, they combined and flew as one from the mountain, a blazing streak of hatred poured forth.
Flashing across the firmament, they searched for their only human acquaintance. Not that Boel would have ever admitted to being a comrade to anyone or anything. Unswervingly they streaked towards his distant citadel, a tail of flame, hissing and trumpeting, straight towards the stonewalls of the Bishop’s residence.
They splashed their scorching flames up and over the walls. ‘Where is she?’ they called. “Where is he?’ they demanded. Without a forthcoming response their angers grew. ‘He promised. He lied; he cheated us; now Boel must pay. Where is she? Why has sister been hidden again? Deliver our sister to us now! Or suffer our wrath!’
Within their homes, their businesses, their taverns and in the gutters, alleyways and deep cellars the population cowered and hid.
The screaming rose to a frenzy, ‘ANSWER! ... OR YOU WILL ALL DIE!’
From above they came, whooshing down to ground level, the Nastie’s scorching ferocity consuming all before them, overwhelming and blazing through shuttered windows, thick oaken doors and even melting stone walls with their white hot firestorm. Reaching the outer wall they turned back into the shattered city, and began wreaking their destruction on anything that had endured their terrifying first pass.
Flowing relentlessly they ploughed once more through the devastated city searching for life, the plaintive cries of the survivors, their bodies scorching and burning as they fought to escape the fury of the Nasties was as terrifying as the howling banshees who pursued them through the streets.
Sated by the destruction, yet drastically weakened they turned and flew back to the eyrie, back to the volcanic earth-fires that revived them. Bolstered and overjoyed by the unexpected awareness of their sibling’s freedom, then devastated and infuriated once more at her sudden disappearance they waited, building their strength and waiting, waiting impatiently for the moment when she would be once more exposed, and they could strike again.
Book Two: Armitage and Envy, the continuation of the saga, exposes a new and horrendous challenge to face The Un-Named.