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The ForeSender Chronicles
Fantasy Action-Adventure Thriller Series
A dragon-shifter sleuth with a mystery to solve. Invaders from the stars. Billions of lives on the line.
Galindra still mourns her mother’s unsolved disappearance and yearns to discover the truth. She leads a team of investigators tasked with probing a savage kidnapping and murder. The mystery deepens when sinister forces conspire to stop her…permanently.
After encountering travelers from an unknown planet wielding advanced weapons and strange technology. Galindra wonders if they are friend or foe. As dangers multiply, she resolves to find her missing mom, rescue the prince, solve the murder, defeat an ancient entity, stop an invasion, and save entire worlds from doom. All while watching her back for a homicidal witch bent on blood—hers.
The ForeSender Chronicles is a cross-genre fantasy action-adventure thriller series with breathtaking action, ferocious mythical beasts, devious plots, betrayals, and a mother and daughter’s struggle to reunite despite desperate odds.
Enter the magical world of Galindra, the dragon-shifter sleuth, today.
The ForeSender Chronicles (six titles)
Book 1: Fury
Book 2: Rebirth
Book 3: Destiny
Book 4: Blade
Book 5: Resolve
Prequel Novella: Dragon Sleuth
All six titles available on Amazon
Excerpt: Fury
The ForeSender Chronicles Book One
Chapter 1 ~ Abduction
Planet Calistra
Prince Cael-Rath sighed with pleasure as he luxuriated in the warm, scented water enfolding his ample bulk. He eased deeper into the tall wooden tub, a goblet of mulled wine cradled in one hand.
It had been another tiresome day of hearing endless petitions on behalf of his royal master and older brother, King Milesta. The prince reminded himself that, as governor of North Birthon, his duties included adjudicating the pleas of the populace, powerful and poor alike. He found most were petty, self-motivated entreaties for favor of one kind or another, often to the detriment of a despised neighbor or a much-resented relative.
Cael-Rath took a generous swallow of wine and allowed the water to relieve the cares of office. A smile creased his face as he thought of how nightfall had more than made up for the day’s tedium.
After he dismissed the final petitioners, his favorite courtesan, Marta, had been waiting in his private rooms with a buffet of tasty delicacies—all intended to gratify his carnal and culinary desires. Sultry and full-bosomed, Marta had proven to be most adventurous this evening, willing and able to satisfy every sexual whim.
Once their lovemaking had ended, he had expressed his undying admiration and appreciation for her many charms and left her dozing on the wide bed.
As he settled back in the steaming tub, he drowsed and let his mind drift, delighting in the calming serenity of the candle-lit chamber. He felt relaxed, safe, knowing that his inner sanctum was secure behind barred windows and sturdy bolted doors. Armed guards patrolled the hallways, ensuring that his person and privacy were protected.
Cael-Rath was not sure how much time had elapsed, but the bathwater had cooled, waking him from his happy slumber. He toweled dry, and slipping into a comfortable robe, padded back down the corridor to his bedchamber.
The fire had burned lower, as had some candles, and the room was now darker than when he had left to take his bath. Shadows massed around the edges of the spacious chamber.
He picked up a plate from the sideboard and began to help himself to a late-night snack. From the corner of his eye, he spotted a shapely leg draped over the side of the bed.
Cael-Rath frowned, turning his head. “Marta, my dear, are you still awake? And what is that appalling stench? It reminds me of…”
Memories rose unbidden to his mind. The confusion of siege and battle, blood-spattered warriors and horses shrieking in agony, houses robed in flames—and above all, the cloying reek of singed flesh. Roasted human flesh.
That’s what he smelled now.
He looked toward the capacious bed and gagged, staring wide-eyed at the gaping hole that marred the beauty of his mistress’s face. Her sightless eyes seemed to glare in mute protest at her unexpected and violent death.
The plate fell from his hand, food tumbling unheeded onto the rug. He stepped closer to the bell pull hanging by the chamber door, intending to summon his guards.
Cael-Rath gasped, the breath quickening in his chest, as a figure emerged from the shadows in the far corner.
The newcomer wore a smooth, rounded helmet with a black mirror-like visor and held a pointed object that resembled a personal crossbow.
A second intruder, hooded and cloaked, stood behind the first, its face hidden in darkness. As the prince lunged for the bell pull, light flashed, and a searing pain erupted between his shoulders.
Then all sensation fled his body, and he toppled to the floor.
