That's right! We have a release date of October 4th, 2025 and a book being actively uploaded across retailers as we speak. In the meantime, it's now the perfect moment to see who would like to be first in line to read AND review Book 3 in the Traibon Family Saga in the Dante's Ascension series arc.

Cedric welcomed the bright, warm light as they left the security of the cave behind. Wylleam led them down a path through thick woods while Fenrir kept close behind Cedric at the back of the assembly. The singing of birds filled the air like an orchestra. Flowers and fruit filled every tree they walked past, the air engulfed in their sweet and bitter scents. They had passed through into the realm of Gaea, but were shocked to see not much had changed besides the oddness of the

Angeline sighed, a mixture of frustration and relief pouring out from her. The intense aroma of cigarette smoke and spices did nothing to keep her thoughts from blurring her vision. Once again, she found herself falling into the melting pot of images, feelings, and frightening memories. She was still struggling to accept she had escaped, that this place she found herself sitting in was indeed real. A shudder shook her shoulders. She had left the world and come back to somethi

The flies had engorged themselves in the morning light. They bumped into Romasanta’s arms and face as he walked up to the blood-soaked field. He covered his nose and mouth; the air tainted with the smell of iron as he looked over what little was left of his bull. Pieces of guts scattered across the mud, but the drag marks led through the broken fence and into the Black Forest. Somewhere in there lay the rest of his bull.

Dr. Isobel Shipton cleaned her glasses before trying once more to glare at the X-ray with the distinct white glow of a spinal cord, ribs, an

I’d never seen someone so frail and stubborn as Raphael Traibon the day he marched onto our field and demanded my father’s council. Unlike t

Pearl Hollandale tugged at her dress, aiming for the skirt to skim her thighs enough to cover her ass. Checking her lipstick once more in th

Jane Story stood in the dark foyer of her old Bed & Breakfast. The building had been built when Story, Indiana was founded in 1851 as a logg

Bif’s hair stood on end, signifying the time to shift drawing near. Fucking new moon. He gulped down his beer, glaring at the other men and

First Princess Valechka Aurelia wandered the halls of the advisors and honored guests without care. Night had come down upon the palace...

Hotan’s eyes struggled against the blinding light and searing heat. The intense white horizon of a desert landscape swallowed him. Sparkling

It was another dead Thursday night at the smoke-filled hole-in-the-wall bar, Rusty’s. The bartender set out to look busy, vigorously scrubbi

I gripped the silver dagger, La Dame d’Croc, tighter. Like droplets of blood across the blade, my eyes reflected my desire for its destructi