Jonathan Moeller Novel Excerpt Tuesday: FROSTBORN: THE BROKEN MAGE
It’s Jonathan Moeller Novel Excerpt Tuesday! This week’s excerpt is from FROSTBORN: THE BROKEN MAGE.
The audiobook version of FROSTBORN: THE BROKEN MAGE is literally going to come out any day now, so it seemed like a good time to have an excerpt from the book. THE BROKEN MAGE was one of my favorite books to write because it’s essentially one giant dungeon crawl, and I do enjoy a good dungeon crawl game.
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“I think,” said Mara, opening her eyes, “we might have another problem.”
“Oh,” said Morigna, watching the flames. “Just the one?”
Power blazed before Mara’s eyes, invisible to the gaze of most mortals, but sharp and harsh before her Sight. The ancient glyphs that ringed the Vault of the Kings were shields of frozen light, implacable and invincible. The flow of elemental power from Antenora to the wall of flames seemed like a stream of fire. The mighty wards around the golden doors to Dragonfall blazed like a net of solid light, magic unlike any Mara had encountered before.
All that was secondary to her attention right now, though.
The song in her head kept getting louder.
“The Traveler?” said Ridmark. He had spent most of the last hour watching the curtain of fire, but his eyes kept straying back to the gates to Dragonfall.
“Yes,” said Mara. “He is very near.” She concentrated for a moment, trying to make sense of the peculiar sensation. “Within two miles. Maybe less than a mile. I suspect all the solid rock and the glyphs are disrupting his aura. But he is almost here.”
Arandar gave a shake of his head. “The last time were caught between the Mhorites and the Anathgrimm, we were almost killed.”
“Perhaps they will do us a favor and kill each other off,” said Jager.
“We kept saying that in the Vale,” said Morigna with a sour scowl, “and it never seemed to happen. One suspects the Traveler and Mournacht shall join hands in brotherly amity to first kill us, and only then try to slay each other.”
“Why?” said Arandar.
“Because, Sir Arandar,” said Morigna, “of the essential perversity of the cosmos. Why else does every damned thing always seem to go wrong?”
There was silence for a moment.
“That is actually a good theological argument,” said Caius, “for the fallen nature of the world…”
“If we live through this, we can debate theology later,” said Ridmark.
-JM