Even the purest can fall.
In a peaceful world of seemingly perfect people, Niawen defends the dragons’ paradise from the evils outside their realm. Throughout her life, she was taught that humans would corrupt her inner light and that entering the mortal world means exile.
Mortified when her chosen life mate doesn’t return her feelings, she flees to the mortal realms, despite all the warnings. Her growing affections for the humans are crushed by a new enemy–death, and Niawen willingly defiles her pure light in battle to avenge her friends.
As she fights to overcome her corruption, she faces a sobering truth–the humans she loves will die. Niawen must find the one emrys who came into the mortal world thousands of years ago, or risk facing eternity alone.
Fallen Emrys, a romantic fantasy, is the prequel to the Chronicles of the Half-Emrys series and can be read as a standalone.
Targeted Age Group:: YA and NA
Heat/Violence Level: Heat Level 3 – PG-13
What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
After reading book one in my Chronicles of the Half-Emrys series, a reader had tons of questions about Niawen, Ahnalyn’s mother. Aneirin and Niawen shared a past as close friends, and I wanted to answer readers’ questions about their relationship. Fallen Emrys also gives a deeper look into Caedryn, the villain in book one, Master of Lies.
How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
In my faith, we believe that every being who comes into this world carries the Light of Christ. This led me to think of our eternal capabilities. If we could harness the light and project it from our bodies, what would we be like as glorified and perfected beings? The Light of Christ already acts as our conscience, so why couldn’t it be more? What would we be able to do? So with a bit of artistic license, my emrys were born. Immortal beings who can harness the power of light.
My half-emrys are the result of the immortals mixing their bloodline with humans. The result is the introduction of darkness along with the light. They’re able to use both powers, but it becomes a constant internal struggle for them. With the added temptations of the two competing Creators, the one good and the other evil, many half-emrys find themselves stuck between two worlds.
Blood gushed from the bricklayer’s thigh where bone protruded from his flesh. The man’s ashen face hinted at shock overtaking his body. That, and his continual wail.
“Why won’t he survive?” I asked. “Can’t someone mend a break like that?” I had to ask, but I guessed the answer. Of course not. None of these mortals had the power I had. What did these mortals, with such minute light, know about healing an injury as drastic as this?
“Even if a physician set the break, fever would do him in,” a man on my left muttered.
I grasped the reality. His death was certain if I didn’t use my powers.
"Are you sure you want to?" Seren asked. "Are you ready to reveal yourself?"
"I can’t stand by, knowing he’ll bleed to death." I raised my voice. "Pull him out, now!” I raced forward, grateful for Owein beside me.
“What can we do? I’ve seen this before. No one but the king’s physician could heal this,” Owein said.
With the help of two other men, we pulled the bricklayer free.
“What’s his name?” I hollered as I slid to my knees beside him.
“Alphis, my lady,” a ragged old man said. “Alphis. He has three young ’uns. Just lost his wife last year. It doesn’t look good.”
Alphis was writhing too much.
“Hold him,” I said to the men around us. “Alphis.” I touched his head. “Be still. You’ll be fine.” I poured my light into his mind. The grace of Deian slipped along the neural pathways, seeking the pain’s origin. I found the source—the receptors telling him he was hurt—and wrapped them in the warmth of light, blocking the body’s perception of pain. Alphis’s body slackened, and he breathed easy.
A collective murmur surfed the onlookers. The dragon was out of the cave, or possibly, they thought Alphis had passed out.
“We can’t help him,” the old man said as he applied pressure around the bone.
“Niawen, you can help him, can’t you?” Owein asked, shooting me a questioning look because he realized I just stopped pain.
“Yes, but I’ll need your assistance.”
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