Bøker utgitt av Aelina Isaacs

Arlo Rook has decided it's time to move out of Garren Castle, home for orphans of all races, magical or not, at 100 years old.It's not the first time he's left home, but a setback landed the Hedge Witch in the hospital a year ago, and subsequently back to square one. Now he's ready to strike out on his own, despite his friend's worries he's not ready.Thatch Phantom is an immortal, the last of his kind and perpetually bored. When he's not closing interdimensional rifts and corralling trouble in the universe, he's visiting his favorite city of all, Levena. No one remembers him, but he's made an everlasting impact on the city nonetheless.Long ago, he set up an anonymous scavenger hunt for the starving village, providing them with a year's worth of supplies. He upped the ante each year, providing less practical things, as the village had become a city and was wealthy beyond belief. Festivals are thrown in his honor to this day, or a version of him, that is.Thatch has decided to throw a wild card into this year's Game. Whoever discovers his true identity will win one wish of their choice, no restrictions. Aside from the obvious, such as no falling in love, murder or resurrection.Arlo crashes into the mess of copper curls and bright eyes, who throws apothecary goods and his life into a chaotic mess. It certainly wasn't the first they met, but Arlo doesn't remember him. Thatch, however, never forgot the Witch with a familiar soulmark on his face.What follows is a hilarious and wholesome series of events that teases the immortal with the one thing he wants most.Someone to call home.

Novak. Zemer. Akar. Tzel. Vagabond Bard.I''ve had many names throughout my life, and I suppose they''ve all suited me well enough. Who knew Villain would be the name that I wear best?Months after the events in The Eternal Machine, Novak leads an Expedition into the long separated Realm of Giants, a land filled with dragons and dangerous secret societies who already have their eyes set on Iverbourne.Novak''s mind is set on one thing, defying the course of Death, but as he meets new foes, finds family and himself, he begins to ask himself a vital question.Is defying Death worth the cost of humanity?"You were never worth her heart. You were never worth Alvis'' heart. You let Savir down. Why do you keep holding onto these feelings? These hearts, none of them care for you. They break you and make you weak." Tzel berates me for my pathetic existence, for not doing more, for failing at everything I do."myfaultmyfaultcowardidiotmyfaultmyfaultmonstermyfault."Someone is whispering, whispering, WHISPERING, make it stop, MAKE IT STOP.That''s not Tzel lecturing me, he''s not here. Who is TALKING?I startle when a delicate jade hand rests on my shoulder, it quickly pulls away.Viv''s tender voice tethers me. "Can I hold you?" She murmurs and I nod, her question settles the surprised ants under my skin. She sits beside me, then pulls my broken body close to her chest and caresses my cheek while I continue to fall apart. I wrap my arms around her thick middle and hold on for dear life.Her touch isn''t revolting or skin crawling, it''s welcoming and something I need."I never told her," I struggle, choking on words and mucus. I bury my face further in her fur and wool covered chest. "Never told her, why did I mess up so bad."Viv rocks me gently in her arms, her voice low. "She knew, Novak. She knew how much you loved her. As much as she loved you, she wanted to do something good with her life. She didn''t want to be the Keeper of Death anymore, and that was bigger than both of you.""She''s not coming back, is she?" I squint through grief up to her own tear stained face, dark hazel brows scrunching up her perfect skin."No, I don''t think so." Her long fingers rest on my brow, a sad smile quirks her red lips up. "Do you want to know?"I contemplate her calm words. No, I don''t think so.

MM Dark Steampunk Fantasy - Enemies to Lovers, Villain to Hero, Found Family, Gay Pirates, AdventureThe novella Prince of Sylvan occurs 20 years before The Eternal Machine and focuses on Alvis' years in Sylvan. This will contain spoilers for those who have not read Eternal Machine, though it can be read first.Alvis is the preferred heir to the throne of Sylvan, a Fae court built on hatred and blood. High Lord Typhan pushes Alvis every day to murder his own brother and absorb his power, becoming an unstoppable weapon.A lifelong blood bond will force Alvis to make a choice between his brother or mother, as he cannot disobey a command given by his father. Unlike most blood bonds, his can be broken, at the expense of his mother's life.Typhan is losing patience and soon his request will be a command, then Alvis will have to kill his kin by the sword, or a broken blood bond. Alvis decides he would rather take his own life than choose between his kin and live as a monster any longer, but a legendary Captain arrives with a troublesome first mate the Prince can't keep out of his heart.Friends, love and a whole new world waits outside their imprisoned court, but at what cost?Blood, or sanity?Excerpt from Prince of SylvanThe Binding"From this day forth, and until the day each of us die, we shall be bound by blood. Orion and Alvis cannot conspire to harm me in any fashion, or do so physically or by means of Aether. They cannot leave the walls of Silverbury unless I say so." Typhan orders, his command tightening the Aether chains until they dig into my skin.No, no. This can't be happening."Furthermore, Yira shall be physically or verbally unable to organize any more of these foolish rebel groups, or smuggle any more Fae or Humans out of Sylvan." A soft cry emits from Mother and she finally locks eyes with Orion and I, desperate violet eyes searching us for forgiveness.We've known about her 'crimes', but they do not shame us. She has finally given up after centuries of fighting, that is where her guilt lies. I wish I could tell her to feel no such thing."And one more thing," Typhan keeps his gaze on me, a smile playing at his lips, "You two, Orion and Alvis, will not be able to resist a command or order given by me, my word will be law. Dutiful sons, shall we say?""It's servitude!" Orion barks, fighting against the bonds that are now almost entirely immersed into his skin, and all of ours."The blood bond can be broken if ... " Typhan holds up a finger and I narrow my brows, the whole point of a blood bond is that they can't be broken."Hmm, let's see, for example, dear Alvis, if you decide to disobey my command, a horrific and tortuous death would befall your Mother and Orion. Attempted assasination will earn you the death of her, and Orion. However, if you plan to escape, only your Mother will receive a fatal fate." Elation fills his last statement, and I stare at him with stunned fury."And dear Yira, if you break your bond or ever attempt to leave me again," Typhan grasps her chin firmly and pulls her face upwards, his smile fading into a snarl. "Both of your sons shall die, and your life shall be bound to mine, for all of our eternal life.""And you? You have no conditions?" I ask, tears falling without apology. Typhan smiles wide and tilts his head."I am not the traitor here, Alvis." With an echoing snap, the vines settle into all of us, our blood bond permanently marked for all eternity, or until one of us breaks

Adventure, Found Family, Unlikely Heroes, Heroes who are Parents Children of Iverbourne is a prequel novella taking place 236 years before The Eternal Machine, following the original heroes of the war torn lands and the difficult choices they must make, all to ensure a better future.A terrified slave, lacking bravery or free will, sent on an impossible journey.A hardened Commander of the Eternal prison, taking in his newest inmate. An hours old baby.A half crazed Fae, former Hero of Borealis, Court of the Humans.Two Parents on a journey to deliver their child to Iverbourne, to freedom, no matter the cost.>This is a DARK Adult Fantasy, intended for audiences 18+. Mature themes include fictional violence and abuse, read preface for content warnings.

Keeper of Death is quite a fitting name for a villain, and yet Lythienne finds herself as the only Fae who can save Iverbourne.Born as an Empty Fae, she is sent into the Eternal Mountain, a prison designed for the most malicious, blood thirsty and cursed creatures alive. Her crime, along with so many other creatures, is being Lesser than the grand High Fae who rule the divided lands above.Aether rules Iverbourne, a whimsical land ravaged by long held prejudices, unkind to all those without magic. The Others are a mysterious court to the south, kidnapping and murdering all those on their path through the continent. Only a Fae without Aether can wield the mysterious Harbinger, a weapon of mass destruction needed to defeat the epic evil taking over the realm. The elegant call of immense power corrupts most, especially those who have been mistreated. Dangerous lust, high stakes adventure and loyal companionship are thrust into Lyth's life, but can she be the Hero after playing the Villain for so long? After all, why would you want to save a world that wants to see you buried six feet under?Perhaps this isn't a hero saves the day story. Perhaps, this is the origin story of the Deadliest Fae alive.Excerpt from The Eternal MachineHundreds of blood thirsty Fae eyes burn on me, and every step is carefully placed.Lifting brass and leather goggles on a burgundy nest, I halt before The Machine. A massive undertaking of ancient technology, with spider-like copper arms weaving into the abyss below. Copper gears tower to the top of the stone chamber, making the labor camps behind me minuscule in comparison. Metal cranks together, belts purr, and purple smoke fills the air above, never ceasing. I trace along the cliff's edge, passing the ladders leading down into the trench reserved for Keepers, the only engineers allowed so close to the beast. While inspecting for malfunctions or leaks, the gauges on my leather and tech-covered wrist spin out of control. The lingering familiar stench changes, sweetness replacing death hanging in the air. Exhaust vents huff speckled night now, instead of the purple haze. In a place far from here, High Fae are Power. High Fae are Magic. We are not in a place far away though. We are right here. We work for The Eternal Machine, the beast conjuring magic and fueling the lands. Crimes of all kinds are welcome in this mountain, but you leave your magic behind. Rather, it is taken from you. Not that I know what that feels like.Minutes pass, the only sound is made by leather boots and a whining engine.I pause, halting before the foreman. A Grasshopper before a Bear. I snatch his dark matted beard and yank him down, tough knees meeting rock. Dull emeralds shine for a moment, his jaw tightening. My soft face brushes against his filthy cheek, my full lips meeting a pointed ear, a lover threatening sweet nothings. "Darling, what's this?"