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Ancients' Royale II: Wrath of Ages (Free Release Promo)

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Hi, all!


A few years ago, I released my book "Ancients' Royale" on Kindle, about two immortal (and dysfunctional) brothers running in a bar in Halifax who find themselves in the cross-hairs of a demon sorceress. My second book continues their story, pitting them against the ancient gods and Titans in a worldwide battle royale. I love reading about world mythology, folklore, and religion, but I'm also a big fan of Tintin and "Hitchhiker's Guide", which is where I feel my writing styles stem from. The end result is a "young adult, contemporary fantasy, action-adventure comedy" series that I will wrap up by this summer's end.


Please, feel free to download, post a review, or even go back and buy my first book should this pique your interest! And thanks! :)


(Note: this book will be free between June 4th and 5th, 2016)



Here's the cover art I drew for it:


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Halifax demons gods bar. Thanks for the free download.

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