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The Legends of Lasniniar Starter Collection (Bonus Edition)

The Legends of Lasniniar Starter Collection (Bonus Edition)

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Origin stories, first meetings... No hero or legendary friendship is ever born on page one.

Visit Lasniniar’s sprawling past, filled with elves, dwarves, mermaids, dragons, and vampires in three early, short story adventures from the Legends of Lasniniar fantasy series, plus an exclusive bonus guide:

  • Possession (Bonus Edition)
  • The Vow
  • Legacy Hunter
  • A Visitor’s Guide to the Elves of Lasniniar (Direct Exclusive)

Individual Title Descriptions:

No one in the entire Wood Elf tribe understands Golvanyar, aside from his mother. Until he meets Iadrawyn.

Golvanyar knows the moment he first spies her from the shadows that they share some kind of connection. He can feel it in his bones as he watches her, unseen. Does Iadrawyn feel it too?

Only one answer can satisfy Golvanyar.

In the richly-imagined Legends of Lasniniar, this stand-alone short story focuses on an event from the elves’ sprawling past—an event that forever changes Golvanyar, and starts Iadrawyn on the path to becoming a woman of legend. (Previously published as “Legends of Lasniniar: Possession.” This adventure takes place before the World of Lasniniar novel Light Chasers.)

This edition includes a bonus epilogue. (Direct exclusive.)

Nimrilwyn swims the seas of Ralvaniar—a respected member of the Folk.

...One of the few who takes an interest in the land-dwelling elves.

None of the Folk understand her friendship with them. Why bother to form a bond with those who can never know life beneath the waves?

But Nimrilwyn values her unusual friendships. She prides herself on her loyalty. Even to those not of her own kind.

...No matter the cost.

Visit the sprawling past of the Legends of Lasniniar series in this stand-alone fantasy story. (Previously published as “Legends of Lasniniar: The Vow.” This adventure takes place before the World of Lasniniar novel Light Chasers.)

Barlo stares at the limp, elven form on his couch. A poisoned goblin arrow protrudes from the creature’s shoulder. A long knife hangs from its belt.

How could his wife think to tend the elf stranger and leave her patient armed? Elves do not belong in Dwarvenhome. Especially not ones with weapons.

But the elf’s presence presents another problem to the dwarven clan chief.

...What brings goblins so close to Dwarvenhome?

A stand-alone story from the Legends of Lasniniar fantasy series, “Legacy Hunter” tells the tale of Barlo and Iarion’s first meeting. If you love a fun, action-filled adventure, grab this book. (Previously published as “Legends of Lasniniar: Legacy Hunter.” This story takes place between the World of Lasniniar novels Kinslayer and Soul Seeker.)

Quasi-immortal, caretakers of the magical Quenya… The elves have helped to weave the vast tapestry of Lasniniar’s history since the dawn of time. No outsider has ever learned and recorded their rich culture and history.

...Until now.

Join Yarden the Wanderer—the Shining Kingdom’s foremost follower of the Keeper of Wonder—as he guides you through the tribal tribulations and reincarnation complications of these elusive entities in this special scroll, recorded by the scribe of the Fatal Empire fantasy series, Jacquelyn Smith.

Impress every elf you encounter with your noteworthy knowledge of such topics as:

  • Elven Origins and History
  • Magical Artifacts
  • Quenya Couture
  • Allies and Enemies
  • Holidays and Observances
  • Elven Vocabulary and Pronunciation

...And more!

Please note: Yarden the Wanderer and the Temple of the Keeper of Wonder in no way claim responsibility for any harm or mishap that befalls visitors of the realm of Lasniniar—including, but not limited to enslavement by a drakhal.

Exclusively available direct from Jacquelyn’s store.

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Possession

Golvanyar crouched in the bushes, watching the other elven children play. They frolicked in the forest clearing, chatting among themselves in the shadows. Occasionally one of them would crouch to roll a snowball and launch it at anyone who happened to be standing nearby, triggering an impromptu battle. These outbursts ended with most of the children rolling on the ground laughing while wiping snow from their faces before returning to whatever imaginary game they had been playing before.

Only one elf remained apart from the others. Golvanyar’s violet eyes were drawn to her immediately, almost of their own accord. She appeared to be around his own age—perhaps twelve or thirteen years old. She sat on a large rock, fletching arrows. She hunched over her work, her long, raven hair obscuring her features as her fingers continued their task. She seemed to need no lantern or torch, using only her elven sight and deft touch in the constant darkness of the forest. Golvanyar watched her, barely breathing.

His mother had always kept him apart from the other children of the village. Now she had deemed him old enough to wander on his own, but his peers held little interest for him. Their rough horseplay seemed so crude and childish. The other youths also tended to be more aggressive with him than they were with one another, which didn’t help matters.

They know I’m different. Mother has always told me how special I am. They must sense it, and hold it against me.

But this elf girl who sat fletching arrows... She was different too. He had never seen her before, but he was sure of it. She radiated a calm solitude, holding herself comfortably apart from the chaos around her. When one of the children had the audacity to lob a snowball in her direction, she dodged it without looking up from her work. Golvanyar’s hands balled into fists. How dare anyone attack her like that?

“Iadrawyn, come play with us!” her attacker called, stooping to roll another snowball. Golvanyar’s rage was briefly forgotten.

Iadrawyn. Her name is Iadrawyn.

She looked up, revealing smooth, dusky skin the same shade as any other elf’s, angular features, and a pair of deep, green eyes. Her lips twitched in a tolerant smile.

“You don’t really want that, do you?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. “Or have you forgotten how badly I beat you last time?” Golvanyar found himself hanging on every word of her lilting voice.

“You just got in a few lucky shots,” her attacker blustered. “I bet you couldn’t do it again.”

Iadrawyn shrugged and said nothing, returning to her work. The boy smiled to himself and wound his arm to throw. Golvanyar was about to throw himself from the bushes to tackle him, but Iadrawyn was already in motion. If Golvanyar hadn’t been watching her, he would never have believed she could have moved so quickly. In mere moments, she had three snowballs in the air. They slammed into the boy’s face in rapid succession, sending him reeling. His own missile fell from his hand, forgotten. When Golvanyar looked back at Iadrawyn, she was already back to her fletching without a single strand of hair out of place, as if nothing had happened. Golvanyar blinked and shook his head. After a startled pause, the other children began to laugh as her target wiped the snow from his face with a rueful expression.

“Don’t feel bad,” Iadrawyn said without looking up. “I have two older brothers, remember? I am used to being attacked without warning. Now leave me to my work, please.”

The boy’s shoulders slumped in defeat and he returned to playing with the other children. Golvanyar forced his tense muscles to relax, his eyes glued on Iadrawyn.

Her head snapped up without warning. She sat motionless while the other children continued their games, her green eyes sweeping the clearing. Golvanyar froze. He knew there was no way she could see him, but she was staring directly at his hiding spot. Her expression was wary, as if she sensed something was amiss, but could not quite put her finger on it. Time hung suspended.

Golvanyar couldn’t explain it, but something deep inside him suddenly surfaced, forging a link between them. Iadrawyn appeared oblivious, but somehow Golvanyar knew. There was no doubt in his mind that his and Iadrawyn’s fates were inexplicably intertwined. The absolute certainty of it overwhelmed him.

After a few tense moments, Iadrawyn shook her head and returned to her arrows. Golvanyar’s breath came out in a rush. It seemed strange that she would not sense the immensity of what had just happened, but clearly she had sensed something.

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