One mistake. One journey. One life that will never be the same.

Amaris Medeis lived her whole life as an outcast. An orphan with parents the world 
 looked down on. A non-power weaver in a world that valued weaving above all else. She was hidden away from the world, threatened not to speak her last name and sully it with hers. Her only friends were the servants that raised her and the machines she taught herself to build.

 When her aunt pushed her a little too far, she fled and boarded a ship that got her into more trouble than she could ever have imagined.

 With monsters, thieves and a dark emperor with huge armies on her path, Amaris found herself wondering if the life she dreamed of was the one she was meant to lead.

(Book one of "Chronicles Of The Grey Sea" trilogy)

Sea Of Sparks And Shadows

 The face of the young man never left Amaris’ head during their horse ride to the prison. Young, maybe twenty, twenty two at the most. His clothes were frail and dirty under that hood the soldiers made him wear. Now they were bloodied too. Soaked in his blood as he lay on the ground. Lifeless. Stray bullets had pierced his body and he couldn’t even go for cover because those damned order keepers were weaving his mind. They probably convinced his brain that he was in a peaceful place so he wouldn’t resist. 


 In the past week she’d seen more bloodshed than she would’ve wanted to in a lifetime. But this face haunted her more than any other. An innocent man, probably convicted for a small theft if his hollow face and bony figure were any indication, shot by her friends. Stuck in a crossfire and tricked to walk to his death. She felt bile rise up her throat. 


Chapter Twelve