Wings of Nestor
Series: Solus #3
Publication date: June 24th 2013
Kiora needs answers. Who is the Shadow? Who is Jasmine? Are they connected? And even more pressing: how can she stop Shadow from using Kiora’s dreams as a map to find them? They have escaped three times, but are living on borrowed time—and everybody knows it.
Her search for help will push her closer to Alcander, send her to the dragon mountain of Toopai, and straight back to Meros—where magic will finally return to the land of no magic. Answers will be uncovered and plans unearthed that have been waiting for thousands of years.
But with the Shadow’s forces gathering, it looks like the land’s path is hurtling towards one outcome: war with the Shadow and death to all rebels. Armed with knowledge and hope, Kiora is determined to change that path. But will fate allow it? Or will it deal her a hard lesson about following ones own destiny?
Wings of Nestor
KIORA MOANED AND TOSSED in her sleep. Alcander watched her, still as a stone. Then his magic began to drain and he flew to his feet. “Drustan!”
Drustan snorted awake, pulling his head up sleepily. “What?”
“It’s coming,” he yelled. “Emane, come on.” Alcander leaped over to Kiora. Kneeling down beside her, he shook her. “Kiora. Kiora!”
Her eyes flew open.
“We have to go.” Alcander grabbed her hand to pull her up. “The Shadow is coming.”
The three ran, scrambling over rocks to climb onto an anxious Drustan. He looked to the right and the left, searching for any sign of the Shadow.
Kiora threw a bubble as her magic began running out of her like a spigot. Drustan pushed himself into the air.
“Which way?” he yelled.
“Up,” Kiora answered. “Straight up. Get out of range.”
Drustan’s massive wings pumped, pushing them into the sky. Kiora looked down. The Shadow appeared at the base of the rocks. It was the size of a person, but immediately began growing in size. Heaving, it billowed outward and upward.
“Fly!” Kiora yelled.
Drustan was pushing his wings to their limit, but the Shadow was gaining on them.
“Hold on tight!” Drustan yelled back to them.
The three searched for handholds amongst the large scales, digging in their fingers and toes as Drustan adjusted his flight pattern. Now he went straight up. Kiora’s bubble flickered and was gone as the last bit of magic drained from her.
A scream of excitement came from below and the Shadow ceased to grow outwards. Instead, it focused all of its energy on following them straight up. For the second time in twelve hours, Kiora was hanging on to the back of a dragon for dear life, completely void of magic. She couldn’t ignore the irony. Less than two months ago. she didn’t know she had magic. Now the lack of it made her feel naked and vulnerable in a way she couldn’t have imagined.
The Shadow was growing rapidly, although she did notice that its speed diminished when going up instead of out. But it still gained on them. Emane hung above her, nervous sweat pouring down his face. Alcander was below, looking less strained with the physical exertion and more concerned about the growing mass billowing beneath them.
“Any ideas?” Alcander yelled up to her.
“We should be out of range soon!” Kiora prayed that it was true. There were no brilliant ideas this time. If Niall’s story turned out to be false, she had nothing else.
The black Shadow sent a tendril whipping up, barely missing Drustan’s tail. A few more flaps of Drustan’s wings and Kiora could feel magic. “It’s working,” she shouted as the Shadow stuttered and dropped further behind.
Drustan grunted, pushing them higher. The air was thinning, and between the exertion and the altitude, he was gasping for breath.
“Just a little more,” Kiora encouraged him, glancing back down at the Shadow.
It had stopped, rippling against an invisible barrier. Niall was right—it could only go so high. Kiora threw up a bubble. Another scream issued from the Shadow, one of blood-boiling anger. Drustan leveled out—not losing height, but allowing the three passengers to release their aching fingers.
The scream below them faded, replaced by a voice that echoed across the sky. “I will find you,” it seethed. “It is only a matter of time.”
Those words sent shards of ice through Kiora’s veins. In a moment of sickening clarity, she understood exactly how it kept finding them.
Wings of Arian
by Devri Walls
Series: Solus #1
Published: April 24th 2012
Kiora thought she had never heard a lie until she was sixteen. But she was wrong. Her entire existence was based on nothing but. She thought that evil did not exist. Lie. That magic was not real. Lie. And that the land of Meros was all there was. One more lie.
With Aleric telling her that evil is knocking on the door and that she is the only one who can stop them she has a choice to make. Refuse, or start the wildest most painful ride of her life.
She reluctantly dips her toe into her new existence of magic and threads, dragons and shapeshifters, and the person who wants to take control of it all: the evil Dralazar.
However, this journey was never meant to be hers alone. She will be accompanied by a Protector. To her disbelief, and utter irritation they name the hotheaded, stubborn, non -magical, (albeit gorgeous) Prince Emane. They will have to trust each other with their lives, but right now Kiora would settle for a non hostile conversation.
And now it comes down to this, If you had never heard a lie, would you know when you heard one? Is knowing good from evil innate? Kiora finds herself having to decide who lives and who dies on those very questions.
Wings of Tavea
by Devri Walls
Series: Solus #2
Published: November, 2012
Kiora is rapidly learning that evil and lies come in shades of black and white and swirling greys, but nothing could have prepared her for the shock of leaving Meros.
Kiora and her protector Emane step through the pass into a world they never knew existed but were always meant to save, only to find it far worse than they could have ever imagined. Good has been forced into hiding for its own survival, while the rest of the land bows to the Shadow, a force that pushes any remaining thoughts of Dralazar from Kiora’s mind. This land is full of new creatures, each more dangerous than the last. Her visions have taken on a deadly twist, and magic, or what comes of it, was never so real. And then there is Alcander: a Tavean, their guide, and an entirely different kind of trouble.
Devri Walls lives in Kuna Idaho with her husband and two kids. She has worked as a music teacher and currently, a preschool teacher. She majored in theater and her love of a story still drives her today. Thankfully, she has finally found an outlet for all the voices in her head. Her first novel, Wings of Arian, is available on Amazon, Barnes and Nobles and Apple. The second book in the Solus trilogy, Wings of Tavea is scheduled for release Nov 2012.