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Anchors: Loyalty and War 2
by Devon Vesper
Anchors: Loyalty and War 2
by Devon Vesper
The choice between love and duty has
never been harder.
Valis is on his way to free his
father from the enemy compound, but it seems like everything is working against
him.
The team sent to eliminate the last
Anchor of Qos needs his help. Tavros falls ill after an accident, and if he
doesn’t get help quickly he’s going to die. And the constant blizzards mean
they are moving so slowly Valis is afraid they may be too late to save anyone.
With so much at stake—lives, family,
his heart—one wrong move may cost Valis a price he’s not willing to pay.
His army needs him. His husband
needs him more. Valis can’t afford to fail either. The race to save his family
is on.
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EXCERPT
While Tavros focused on the horde,
Valis focused on their shield, renewing it on occasion if it started getting
weak, and moving it as those near him moved so everyone could see the battle
that waged before them.
It felt like Valis was stuck in
thick, cloying mud. His fatigue weighed him down to the point where he could
barely hear the sounds of battle over the ringing in his ears. His vision kept
blurring on and off as if he had a pounding headache, but without the pain. He
heard his pulse pounding in his ears. Each limb felt as if they were weighed
down by pounds of lead. It got so bad that Valis wished he could sit down, but
he knew it wasn't from Tavros draining him. That actually made things
marginally better.
"Valis!" Tavros screamed
when Valis stumbled.
"I'll be fine. It's not because
of the drain!"
"Bullshit!"
"Tav, keep going! I'm fine.
It's just fatigue from those two spells. I promise!"
"Fuck!" Tavros yelled.
"Fuck fuck fuck."
Valis shared his sentiments, but
forced himself to pay attention. Someone was coming toward them, and Valis had
to spare enough of his energy to take care of them.
But then someone else hit them, and
Valis cursed. He was too slow. In this battle, he was a liability. But if he
stopped the drain, his army's shields would shatter, and he'd lose too many
people to continue with their main mission. He wasn't about to risk that. He had
to rescue Darolen at all cost.
"What is wrong with you?"
Tavros demanded. Still, even with berating Valis, Tavros kept his focus broad
and did his part to help their ranks deal with the Qos adherents from behind.
"Tell me!"
"I'm draining all the Qos
adherents' magic. And I'm doing it by absorbing it from everyone's
shields. It's a bit much to handle, but I need the magic going forward, and
it's keeping their magic from breaking our army's shields. It's also weakening
the Qos adherents. I can't stop."
"Valis, you have to!"
Instead of stopping the drain, Valis
focused on converting it to holy gold as it streamed into him. If he could
manage that, maybe it would refuel his strength. But as he tried, something
blocked him. He tried again, and grunted with the strain. His focus was too
thin, his mind too weak from beating back the darkness that always came with an
influx of dark magic. He had been fighting it off subconsciously, and now it
took a toll on Valis' mind and energy.
He had to do better, be
better. But it was almost like he was stuck in time, unable to do anything but
what he had been doing all along. No matter what he did, it wasn't enough. No
matter how hard he tried, he couldn't try hard enough for it to matter. All he
could do was suck magic and pray that Tavros could use what he took in to keep
them both safe.
Then everything came rushing back
in. Valis surveyed the battle before him and his stomach pitted. This time, it
felt precognitive, a sensation of something tugging at his mind at the same
time his stomach gave him the "We're fucked" signal.
ABOUT
the AUTHOR
If there’s one thing Devon likes
most, it’s chaos. She has a chaotic mind, messy house, and throws her
characters into every calamitous situation possible. When she isn’t writing,
she’s editing or formatting other authors’ works, building websites, creating
graphics, reading, playing video games, or watching Fortnite streams on Twitch.
She likes to stay busy. So yes. Chaos.
Starting in 2003, Devon turned her
writing bug away from poetry and online role play in chat rooms to write her
first novel. Yes, it was trash, but the process of learning to edit that piece
of garbage spurred her to learn more and more. By 2013, she read an author by
the name of Raythe Reign, and somehow, Raythe’s stories finally made all that
learning in Devon’s mind click. She wrote her first semi-salable
book in two weeks. The next in ten days, and by the beginning of 2014, had
seven books written.
Were they all trash? No, but she’s
in the process of rewriting them, and has already written one, turning Duty
and Sacrifice into three books of a nine-book series, The God
Jars Saga. Those three books were followed by more, and the last two books
in the series will be published in the first quarter of 2019.
Born on a Navy base in Patuxent
River, Maryland, Devon has traveled the world, living in Sigonella, Sicily for
three years, and visiting many European countries before moving back to the
states around the age of seven. She’s lived in Florida for sixteen years,
Oklahoma for a year, and Pennsylvania for the rest. She graduated from surgical
technology school near the top of her class in 2004, and uses her medical and
worldly knowledge to enrich her books whenever possible. Being the worldly
woman she is, and having spent most of her teens as a broody goth, Devon has
four tattoos, nine piercings, loves techno, electronica, dubstep, and similar
music genres, and has an incurable internet addiction.
She builds her own computers, can’t
stand Mac-anything unless it’s to format books in Vellum, and purple and black
are her favorite colors, though that can change to burgundy and gray depending
on the day. Since she has bipolar disorder, PTSD, social anxiety disorder,
general anxiety disorder, clinical depression, and has trouble leaving her
house due to all that, Devon works full time as an author and editor, and
spends as much time as she can talking to other authors and her readers.
