Necessity forces Prince Telion of Amrontil to enter into an alliance marriage with Prince Farven of Vinge. Normal in Vinge, such a thing was completely unheard of in stuffy Amrontil. But Farven brings a cadre of powerful mages with him, and the promise to train any with mage ability to fight against the unstoppable armies of Un. Little does Telion know, his Prince also brings love and adventure...
Farven and Telion return in this sequel to Luminous. Transformed from Princes into fugitives by the unbelievable events of a single chaotic night, the two decide to take their followers to the mysterious city of Prime, capitol of Vinge, the land once protected by the magical Barrier. But the aggressive Un warriors have no intention of letting the humans rest and regroup. Neither do the demons.
In Dawnfire, the final volume of the Hidden Game series, the human survivors of God's War find themselves on a breathtaking new planet, with little more than the clothes on their backs. Dropped in an untouched paradise and left to themselves, the survivors look to their Princes for leadership. But before Farven and Telion can fully take charge and establish a new civilization, God approaches them with a fearsome request. The Divine needs His Chosen Exemplars to go into the worst hell of all and rescue His missing brother. Can they enter the Obsidian Heartbreak and survive? And what of their new home, Dawnfire? Will the people thrive?
Discover the beauty and potential of Dawnfire alongside its new inhabitants. Follow along as the two Princes struggle with a hellish journey, demons, and a fallen Divine. And beneath the surface the Hidden Game will play on to its final, surprising conclusion.
Publisher: Independently Published
Heat Level: 3
Romantic Content: 3
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Bisexual, Gay
Protagonist 1 Age: 26-35
Protagonist 2 Age: 26-35
Tropes: Fairy Tales Revisited
Word Count: 192090
Languages Available: English
Series Type: Continuous / Same Characters
The dying rays of the sun broke through a tiny little hole in the storm clouds and fell on humanity's last army. All of them had been shocked to find that fewer than ten thousand of their species remained, the rest lost to either Un weaponry or fallen to the Adversary. And of those remaining souls, less than three thousand stood ready to defend the lives of the helpless.READ MORE
Although what good they would do against the Un remained unclear. All the soldiers, no matter what nation they'd originated in, knew that they had one and only one purpose out here on the snow-covered, howling plain: protect the mages. Without the mages, all would be lost, because nothing but magic could affect the armored Un.
The fighters grumbled a bit. In fact, the fighters grumbled more than a bit, soldiers and officers alike, at being on this frozen expanse of land in a snowstorm. The high winds had died down, true, but the snow still fell steadily, leading to sodden cloaks and archers swearing over damp bowstrings.
Nestra and God stood with the mages. Although Telion had lost a huge chunk of his superstitious awe of the Divine being when God had lost his power, he still felt a jolt of unreality seeing the two mythical beings there in a group he helped lead. One, a former cloistered priest, had spent years locked away from the contamination of unholy sinners, dedicating her life purely to God. The other, clearly, was God Himself. No matter that God was laboring under a handicap at the moment, or that he swore way too much, or that he couldn't handle his favorite amusements without passing out for days on end. That golden-skinned man right there, looking disgruntled and clutching a cloak against the cold, had created humans and the entire world they lived in.
Lola prowled up and sat on Telion's foot with a disgruntled mrrrmph. She'd been having the best time of anyone, with her old home palace to run about in and explore anew, but she certainly didn't approve of being outside in such weather.
"Your cat's mad," Telion observed, breaking into Farven's obsessive scanning of the horizon.
"She doesn't have to be here," Farven shrugged, although he did bend down and scratch her ears.
And of course, while he was bent down and not paying attention, a concerted gasp sounded. Farven shot back upright to see. . .
Un. Stepping in ranks through yet another hole in space. How did they do that, anyway? They marched straight forward down that invisible ramp in the sky, aligned themselves opposite the human army, and waited. More and more joined them, until an utterly terrifying force of gleaming metal men stood silent on the plain, lit by the harsh glare of magelights suspended high over the human army.
The world changed forever when the Un advanced. Telion and Farven, side by side in the vanguard of their army, stood their ground and directed the merged power of the mages standing with them into their new spell, the one they'd named Unfire. The steady tromp of metal feet, somewhat muffled by the new-fallen snow, advanced towards them as the power built, then Farven released the spell and the mages waited confidently for the Un advance to slow.
The Un came closer. Telion gave Farven a questioning look, but Farven only frowned and shook his head.
The wind died completely as the Un approached musket range.
"Shouldn't something have happened by now?" Meglan, a pharos hovering on the verge of luminant, asked, voice almost squeaking with strain.
Tromp, tromp, tromp.
"Um. . . I think we have a problem here." Farven finally answered Telion's unasked question, as they stared in shock at the advancing metal warriors.COLLAPSE