  Ynith starts off a sheltered, naïve little thing with no talent for magic (that she is aware of) but a rather strong taste for learning about all the forbidden forms of it. Her life is limited to one place, and has been for some years. But everything changes when she bumps into an awkward, gangly character in the library, where she develops an initial dislike towards him–and in part is inexcusably rude to him. She discovers to her horror that she was rude to the Crown Prince. But the strange character takes her rudeness in stride, and instead immediately becomes strongly attracted to her. Ynith comes to discover to her dismay, that the man that has selected her as the single object of his affection is without reservation, evil. What she does with that knowledge, remains to be seen. The story follows Ynith; her evil beloved is not the main focus. Instead, it is Ynith’s journey as she equips herself with what she needs to cope with the consequences of being loved by an evil Wizard King. It is a story of a young woman taking her fate into her own hands, a story of sacrifice and of so much more. What genre is this? The Wizard King is a blending of both my love for Magic and Fantasy and my passion for the Regency period in history. Although it’s a different world, the theme is still painted in the colours and styles of Regency, with the addition of wizards, life-draining creatures called Ogrein, and magic aplenty. Fantasy-coloured Regency? That’s a new angle to us. We like the sound of it. Readers that enjoy Jane Austen might enjoy this as a change of pace from the romances of the English Regency, but still have familiar themes and language to carry them along. This book will also appeal to anyone who enjoys a story where the lady is a strong character. Fantasy and magic readers would surely fall in step with the book as well. It is surely more of a lady’s read than it is for a man, but that doesn’t mean a man could not derive enjoyment from the story. You’ve described Ynith as a strong character. Ynith is an orphaned girl of nineteen, living in a learning academy. She has lived there since she was very young, sent there for her own protection after her parents were killed. She has wealth, and even a title, but has no advantages because her family is a danger to her. They want what she has; her title and what remains of her legacy. She is sheltered and innocent in some ways. Utterly guileless with a kind heart. She loves simple things, and takes great enjoyment in the special attentions from an elderly Docent and his sister. She isn’t ready for the things that are about to befall her, but that is her challenge. To overcome her innocence, and to take matters into her own hands. Have you written any other books that we should read next? Book one and book two of the Trilogy of Tinna are available now, and I am currently working on book 3.Tinna’s Promise, book 1; Tinna’s Might, book 2. I also have an anthology and another book called Blackroot available for purchase in either eBook or hard-copy. Tell us a bit about yourself. I am a new mother–and had my first child at a rather ripe age. I live in the forests at the foot of Mount Hood in Oregon. I ride horses, and have all my life. I enjoy riding sidesaddle. I also enjoy costuming, illustrating, reading, sewing, and creating things in general. I’m married to a wonderful, tolerant man who puts up with my many quirks. I also delve quite deeply into various forms of geekery, and can sometimes be found to be sailing about dressed as a RavenClaw professor, wearing a Jayne hat, or dressing my poor baby up as an Ewok. Do you have a website where we can keep up with your work? http://www.MirandaMayer.com. How can we follow you on Twitter and/or Facebook? @MirandaMayer https://www.facebook.com/AuthorMirandaMayer. What’s next? Tinna’s Reign is next, and then a book called ‘The House of Black’; a YA novel about witches. See my blog for details! |
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| The third and final cover by Abigail Larson. :) |
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Long before the days of
old,
When ic-ed skies bore
naught but cold,
When crops did wither
and war did rage,
Were born the saviours
of this age.
Tamed the land, the
beasts, the dead
Did light and dark and
vibrant red.
Holders of the mother’s
gift
From despair they did
us lift.
But virtue ruled with
golden mane
And enemies the three
were named.
Driven into secrecy,
Were the mother’s
gifted three.
Hunted by their very
own,
The Gifted now must
live unknown.
Gilded swords were
raised to fight,
To end the Black, the
Red, the White.
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