About Ren Garcia
Ren Garcia is a Science Fiction/Fantasy author and Texas native who grew up in western Ohio. He has been writing since before he could write, often scribbling alien lingo on any available wall or floor with assorted crayons. He attended The Ohio State University and majored in English Literature. Ren has been an avid lover of anything surreal since childhood, he also has a passion for caving, urban archaeology and architecture. His highly imaginative “League of Elder” book series is published by Loconeal Publishing.
They thought the episode with their cousin to the east, Lady Bloodstein, was over. They thought it was something to laugh about at the grand table in fond nostalgia.
But they were wrong. They were so wrong.
And Castle Blanchefort has fallen!
Lord Kabyl has lost everything: his wife, his kin, his family fortune, and his home. Castle Blanchefort, once a safe haven, is overrun with enemies seeking his blood.
In what follows, he must join forces with ancient enemies and with people who do not exist. He must treat with sinister, possibly untrustworthy gods and barter away his soul for urgently needed arcane help or face certain death at the hands of forgotten tyrants and their machinations from a bygone age.
And, how can a strange science known as Mentralysis, practiced in secret in the hidden places of the League, hold the key to ultimate victory?
What should have been obvious to Lord Kabyl from the start at last becomes crystal clear: Foolish is he who dares possess the Ultimate Object, for misery shall be his only reward.
Moments later the robot was there, gleaming, sliding on its rail, blades turning. Flying as fast as she could, Thomasina soared down the hallway with Phillip in her arms. The robot came after them and was quickly gaining. Panels opened, more arms came out and more deadly blades whirled.
Casually, Clara, forgotten and unnoticed by the robot, came striding out of the chamber moments later. She held the cage containing King over her head.
“Betrayed!” King said from his cage. “You have been betrayed!”
Clara was jubilant. “You’re all mine now, baby doll,” she said to King. “Sorry, suckers! Looks like I’m not heading back to the crappy cell in your crappy village, am I, you bunch of Rumble-Pumps! Have fun with the Vith Stickin’ robot!” She turned and fled in the opposite direction.
— Clara Wunderluck to Phillip and Lady Thomasina of Blanchefort.