Series: The Dark War Trilogy #0.5
This is basically the prequel to The Dark War Trilogy, and I consider it so because Catessa is one of the main characters. She's a totally different person between the two books, as this takes place three years prior to TDWT. It could stand on its own, as could the trilogy, but I'll be publishing it before the trilogy because the trilogy contains spoilers for this book.
The characters are cool and I really enjoy writing them. That's the main draw of this one (or the majority of my books, actually. Or books I read. I just love characters.).
I'm currently working on the 4th draft and after that I'd like to send it to at least one professional editor (I'm hoping two) before publishing it hopefully in the first half of 2019. Unfortunately, I'm rather uncertain about the timeline at this point (beyond my own edits) because my payment plans fell through and now I have to come up with a new plan. :P
Word Count: 45898
Release Date: February-June 2019
Contributors: R.M. Archer, Author
Genre: Fantasy, High Fantasy, WIP
Catessa is an assassin living in Cron Hatal, the capital of Kaloris. When she’s chosen to go on a mission to find out what the Rashan are up to and why trade has stopped between the Rashan and the rest of Kaloris, she’s less than enthusiastic. She’s happy where she is, and there’s no reason for her to be the one to go.
But the bard who chose her has information she wants, so she reluctantly agrees and finds herself on the long road into the harsh region of Kor-Baen alongside a naïve fisherman and a ranger who won’t protect himself.
When they arrive in Kor-Baen, they find the issue runs far deeper than trade, and soon they’re trying to stop a mysterious war between the Rashan and the docile country of Adrelia. If they fail, Kor-Baen and every Rashan in it will be in danger.
Who’s really behind this disaster?
Also in this series:
Catessa stopped on top of one of the tallest buildings in the city and looked over her shoulder one last time for anyone who might have seen and followed her. There was still no one. Muffled laughter and talking came from the building she crouched on and she made her way to the gutter, sliding down to land on a pile of trash and mud in the alleyway.
She walked around to the front of the tavern and stepped inside, savoring the raucous atmosphere and the sickly sweet smell of alcohol. This place was almost like home.
She made her way immediately to the counter and saw that someone was already in her usual seat. His face was turned away from her, but the light from the nearby fireplace gave his hair a familiar reddish tint.
“You’re in my seat,” Catessa said.