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Leirah and the Wild Man

Leirah shares a dream with her brother Aven: to steal a Viking longship, pirate the world's slavers, and free all the stolen children. But when the dragon boat of their dreams miraculously appears on the river in front of their Bohemian hut, the Viking who disembarks claims that he is hunting a band of dangerous criminals. Leirah accidentally convinces him that she is a shaman, and he offers to buy her as a bride for his son, the last prince of the Crimean Goths.

The hunted criminals, led by a mysterious Wild Man, emerge from the forest and kidnap Aven. Leirah fights to get him back, and the Wild Man and his followers are impressed. They ask Leirah to join them on their adventures, fulfilling the dream she has always shared with Aven. But Leirah quickly realizes that the Viking slaver may not be worse than this band of compulsive murderers who terrorize the Danube disguised as monsters of folklore.

Leirah and Aven run for their lives on an epic journey that takes them down the length of the Danube, into Constantinople, and across the Black Sea.

The Grove of Thorismud

The Grove of Thorismud is an upmarket historical fantasy of 124,000 words. This work is complete but not yet published.

Rosemary accidentally sets off a hundred-year sleeping curse that ends the golden age of peace in her little forest kingdom. Several generations later, the next dynasty of Vepres falls to another curse that leaves its sole surviving heir, the Crown Prince Gustav, transformed into a beast.

Twenty years after Gustav's curse and a hundred years after Rosemary's, two aspiring heroes converge upon Vepres to take the throne: a farmer named Johann and Bellynda, a nomadic wolf huntress. Bellynda frees Gustav from his spell and easily wins the crown. She gives Johann the post of bishop, but he is not satisfied to take orders from a foreign woman.

Rosemary adores her new husband Johann, but the frustrated bishop begins to treat her with escalating cruelty. Rosemary finds comfort and protection in an intimate friendship with her husband's rival, Queen Bellynda. Treasonous plots and secret alliances complicate Rosemary's wish for harmony, and so does Bellynda's confusing encouragement of the attraction between Rosemary and Bellynda's own husband, King Gustav.

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