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.

Book Club Questions: The Assassin's Saint

Book Club Questions: The Priest's Assassin

Book Club Questions: The Prince's Priest

Book Club Questions: Death

Book Club Questions: Judgment

Book Club Questions: Rebirth

Book Club Questions: King Incubus

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.

Book Club Questions: Artemis

Book Club Questions: Cedric

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

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