Today's update marks the end of the first half of my novel, and I can't believe we're already/finally here lol.
Really excited to open the second half and Part V after Christmas!
Iyu Aksanevich is a bastard—literally, and, some would say, figuratively—but his father’s royal blood means he can use magic, which no commoner can. At least, that’s what he believes until he’s kidnapped during a peasant rebellion. With the rebels, he sees things he never thought were possible. Is magic really tied to bloodlines, or is there a different, more sinister reason that some people in this world can harness the sacred magic and others can't?
Check it out if you like fantasy! dead things! magic! action! romance! fomenting rebellion! and jokes!
