ELLYNE: Thanks, Sean. Okay, first of all, I’d like to at least thank you for writing me to be a strong, independent woman who can handle herself in a fight. I appreciate that.
SEAN: Oh, well, you’re welcome. That’s so—
ELLYNE: Okay, now that THAT’S out of the way, I’ve got a few ... issues I’d like to address. First and foremost, I’m a gunslinger. You gave me a golden revolver and made me a war hero. That’s great, and all, but then why did you drop me in a world that runs on magic? You make me bring a gun to a magic fight!
SEAN: Well, I mean, I thought it would be—
ELLYNE: Which brings me to my next thought. I was doing pretty well—you know, flying under the radar, leading a peaceful existence, and avoiding magic completely. Everything was going great until you told Nicole to find me. She’s the planet’s most powerful mage! Why on Seralune would she need my help? It doesn’t make any sense, yet, you had her go out of her way to seek out someone who hates magic. Did you think this would be a great pairing? Because I find it supremely annoying.
SEAN: I figured you might be lonely, and a friend would be good for you. You can’t live life alone, avoiding all your troubles.
ELLYNE: By “troubles”, I assume you’re referring to that asshat, Marik. You remember—the guy who knocked out my tooth, shot me, and left me for dead, right?
SEAN: Well, I figured you’d want revenge.
ELLYNE: Okay, fair point. Thanks for the opportunity. And the government hunting Nicole and me? What’s their purpose?
SEAN: Also revenge.
ELLYNE: Huh ... okay, I’ll give you that one, too. But the aliens—the Kithrak. Not only are you throwing magic at me—which you know I hate—AND you’ve got the government hunting me, AND you’ve forced me to team up with a mage who also just happens to be an overly-loquacious, annoyingly vivacious girl—
SEAN: She’s twenty-five
ELLYNE: Whatever. She’s irritating. So, what’s with the Kithrak then? Why are they after me?
SEAN: The Kithrak might hold your salvation.
ELLYNE: What exactly do you mean by that?
SEAN: I’m not allowed to tell you. That’s for you to find out. Yes, you’re a fugitive and yes, everyone wants to apprehend or kill you. Also, yes, you’re stuck in a world of magic—the thing you hate the most. But this is all to show you what’s truly important.
ELLYNE: What would that be? Revenge?
SEAN: Family.
ELLYNE: I hate my family, you know that. I ran away from home in my teens. They were both government lackeys.
SEAN: Not that family. Your found family. And, yes, maybe a little payback. You’ll figure it out by the second book, I’m sure of it.
ELLYNE: Wait, there’s a second—
SEAN: Oh, hey, will you look at the time! We should probably wrap this up. We’ll talk more later, I promise.
Mage Breaker (Mage Breaker Saga Book One)
by Sean R. Frazier
November 28, 2023
Genre: Urban Fantasy
Publisher: Creative James Media
ISBN: 978-1-956183-56-6
Number of pages: 350
Word Count: 95,030
Cover Artist: Dark Angel Graphic Design
Magic isn’t a gift, it’s a prison.
The planet Seralune runs entirely on magic, a powerful force regulated by an Alien race known as the Kithrak. An ancient prophecy predicts their downfall at the hands of the most powerful mage ever to live.
Ellyne is a gunslinger who reluctantly agrees to assist a woman named Nicole, who is the answer to the prophecy, when the Kithrak discover that Nicole is the Mage Breaker.
Their quest to bring down this powerful threat leads them to the discovery of magic's dark secret. How will they cope when their mission must shift from one focused on their survival to one that must ensure the endurance of the entire human race?
by Sean R. Frazier
November 28, 2023
Genre: Urban Fantasy
Publisher: Creative James Media
ISBN: 978-1-956183-56-6
Number of pages: 350
Word Count: 95,030
Cover Artist: Dark Angel Graphic Design
Magic isn’t a gift, it’s a prison.
The planet Seralune runs entirely on magic, a powerful force regulated by an Alien race known as the Kithrak. An ancient prophecy predicts their downfall at the hands of the most powerful mage ever to live.
Ellyne is a gunslinger who reluctantly agrees to assist a woman named Nicole, who is the answer to the prophecy, when the Kithrak discover that Nicole is the Mage Breaker.
Their quest to bring down this powerful threat leads them to the discovery of magic's dark secret. How will they cope when their mission must shift from one focused on their survival to one that must ensure the endurance of the entire human race?
Excerpt:
Ellyne gently closed her eyes and breathed deeply, listening to the man mutter his incantation. His deliberate and careful pronunciations were a stark contrast to Nicole who simply teleported on a whim—as effortless as blinking her eyes. The Kithrak, too, were more skilled at certain types of magic, though their ability came nowhere close to Nicole’s. For a brief moment, Ellyne wondered if Nicole really could have beaten everyone here.
It was an interesting thought—a thought that was interrupted by hot, searing pain erupting from every part of her body. She opened her eyes and screamed, feeling as if she would be torn apart.
“What’s wrong?” someone asked.
“I … I don’t know!” Torval replied. “The spell failed! Why’s she screaming?”
“What the hell is going on?” someone else shouted.
Ellyne would’ve liked to see the looks on their faces, but she only saw spots across her vision as the pressure within her mounted, came to a head, and burst outward with a deafening explosion.
The hands supporting her fell away and she slumped to the ground, her vision dark and her ears ringing. She wasn’t sure how much time had passed, her trying not to pass out, and she was fully prepared for someone to hoist her back to her feet and drag her away at any moment.
But as her vision began to clear and her hearing returned, she neither saw nor heard movement. There was no magic battle, no shouts or yells, no flashes of light from spells being cast—nothing. The sound of her own breathing was deafening by comparison.
As she struggled to her feet, standing on shaky legs, she began to see what transpired and wasn’t sure whether to laugh or be appalled. She staggered forward, stumbling but catching herself on the bench she’d just a few minutes ago used as cover. It was now bent, the metal having been twisted and shattered by the car that fell on it mere moments ago.
“It’s like the Metro all over again,” she muttered.
Ellyne gently closed her eyes and breathed deeply, listening to the man mutter his incantation. His deliberate and careful pronunciations were a stark contrast to Nicole who simply teleported on a whim—as effortless as blinking her eyes. The Kithrak, too, were more skilled at certain types of magic, though their ability came nowhere close to Nicole’s. For a brief moment, Ellyne wondered if Nicole really could have beaten everyone here.
It was an interesting thought—a thought that was interrupted by hot, searing pain erupting from every part of her body. She opened her eyes and screamed, feeling as if she would be torn apart.
“What’s wrong?” someone asked.
“I … I don’t know!” Torval replied. “The spell failed! Why’s she screaming?”
“What the hell is going on?” someone else shouted.
Ellyne would’ve liked to see the looks on their faces, but she only saw spots across her vision as the pressure within her mounted, came to a head, and burst outward with a deafening explosion.
The hands supporting her fell away and she slumped to the ground, her vision dark and her ears ringing. She wasn’t sure how much time had passed, her trying not to pass out, and she was fully prepared for someone to hoist her back to her feet and drag her away at any moment.
But as her vision began to clear and her hearing returned, she neither saw nor heard movement. There was no magic battle, no shouts or yells, no flashes of light from spells being cast—nothing. The sound of her own breathing was deafening by comparison.
As she struggled to her feet, standing on shaky legs, she began to see what transpired and wasn’t sure whether to laugh or be appalled. She staggered forward, stumbling but catching herself on the bench she’d just a few minutes ago used as cover. It was now bent, the metal having been twisted and shattered by the car that fell on it mere moments ago.
“It’s like the Metro all over again,” she muttered.
Goodreads
When Sean Frazier was growing up, he never really paid attention to the written word. It wasn't necessarily something he enjoyed at the time. Once he graduated college, however, the spark ignited and he decided to write something and try to get it published. And it was...well, not-so-great. Truly, it wasn't the highest caliber material ever produced. But the spark was still there, even if it was simply buried deep within.
Eventually, that overly-loquacious, meandering work of wordsmithing became his first book, "The Call of Chaos". It took many, many years, but Sean finally rekindled that drive and found that he did, indeed enjoy writing.
When Sean Frazier was growing up, he never really paid attention to the written word. It wasn't necessarily something he enjoyed at the time. Once he graduated college, however, the spark ignited and he decided to write something and try to get it published. And it was...well, not-so-great. Truly, it wasn't the highest caliber material ever produced. But the spark was still there, even if it was simply buried deep within.
Eventually, that overly-loquacious, meandering work of wordsmithing became his first book, "The Call of Chaos". It took many, many years, but Sean finally rekindled that drive and found that he did, indeed enjoy writing.
When he's not writing, Sean enjoys running, playing video games, and spending time with his family. He is a bona fide Halloween zealot, loves hot wings, is a grand master at telling terrible jokes and, oh, his cat can beat up your cat.(He's a total dork.)
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