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A teenager’s wish to escape his stressful life just came true — with otherworldly consequences.

Nothing is going right for Justin Holmes. Like many seventeen-year-olds, he sometimes wishes he could just run away and leave everything behind. But he gets more than he bargained for when he storms out of the house after an argument with his father and accidentally steps into a parallel universe of swords, shields, magic, and monsters.

Suddenly, Justin is desperate to find a way back to his ordinary life in small-town America. His search for answers takes an unexpected turn when a strange old man and a powerful mercenary recruit him to rescue a kidnapped princess. But their rescue mission quickly takes a disastrous turn and becomes a life-or-death flight deep into the unknown wilds. Justin and his unlikely allies are on the run from dark forces wielding deadly, arcane power — demonic beings that seem to have suddenly arrived from somewhere beyond this world . . . just like Justin.

Justin may not be a fighter, but he is intelligent and strong-willed. He soon realizes that nothing in this world is what it seems. Even his allies’ mission may have all been a ruse . . . to get to him.

Ancient secrets are revealed that could shake the foundations of this alternate world . . . and might unlock Justin’s portal home.

The Fallen Odyssey is a contemporary portal fantasy novel for college and “new adult” audiences. It is the first of a trilogy but can be enjoyed as a stand-alone novel. If you like epic, serious fantasy about dangerous quests in magical worlds, check out The Fallen Odyssey.

The Fallen Odyssey

The throne room of the Nolian royal palace was a far cry from the grand hall at Hartla. Nolia was more modest. Its throne room was a smaller, auditorium-style venue. Two hundred people would have been hard-pressed to fit inside. The walls were white. The floors were polished granite. A blood-red carpet ran from the doorway to the throne: a chair upon a raised platform. The platform was a black hunk of basalt from the Orlia Flats.


Seated on the throne, Leah looked around and lamented the condition of this place. Having not been entered for over a month, the room was dusty, and the air was stale. Upon her request, the torches in the sconces along the walls had been lit, but the light only drew attention to the cobwebs forming in the corners.


Chapter 109: The Oleander of the West (Part 1)