Morgorth is a mage on the planet Karishian. There is little he hates more than the Stones of Power — gemstones infused with magick by the first seven mages ever born. So when a sorcerer gets hold of a major stone, a ruby, Morgorth has no choice but to go after him. But, to his irritation, he is not alone. Aishe is a dialen whose tribe was massacred by the sorcerer, and is now on a mission of vengeance. The attraction is instant between them, but Morgorth keeps his distance. Because of a traumatic childhood and a deadly destiny, he has no desire for emotional complications. But Aishe’s very presence challenges Morgorth’s resolve.
Not only does Morgorth begin to admire Aishe’s strength and intelligence, but he begins to see Aishe as a friend. As their hunt continues and their time together lengthens, their bond deepens, as does Morgorth’s fear. If he becomes the monster that destiny claims he will, will he hurt Aishe? Will he harm the one person who sees right through him? Who accepts him wholeheartedly? Determined to not let that happen, Morgorth keeps Aishe at a distance, but when Aishe is kidnapped by the sorcerer, what will Morgorth do to get him back?
Targeted Age Group:: 18+
What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
I wanted to try my hand at an anti-hero. I’m not sure if I quite succeeded, but that doesn’t matter as much anymore. I love the story, the characters, and what the series has grown into. The characters keep surprising me, and I love the fantasy realm they inhabit. By the second book, the series itself took on another facet, which is the push-and-pull relationship between choices and destiny/fate. Along with that is the question of nature vs. nurture. I bring these sorts of philosophies/questions to the forefront since the main character of Morgorth, deals with them daily. Aishe (pronounced “ash”) deals with these dilemmas in his own way as well, but his role, while vitally important, is less complex than Morgorth’s.
How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
I have a soft spot for “damaged” characters. I enjoy their journey and struggle to overcome their past, from either what was done to them, or what they did to others, and to find some purpose in their lives. That’s where I was coming from with Morgorth. He is a truly damaged character who has tried many ways to find a reason or a purpose for his life. Aishe isn’t damaged in the same way, but he has had things done to him, and yet has striven through the challenges, becoming a very strong character because of that.
For these two characters, I wanted them to be opposites in almost every way: in appearance, temperament, and personality. But I didn’t want them to be the combatant opposites. Despite their differences, they are truly meant for each other. They need each other and I don’t shy away from the appearance of dependency in their relationship, since I see dependency in most relationships. It’s not an inherently bad thing. Are Morgorth and Aishe two sides of the same whole? No. Are they whole people who need each other to be happy? Yes. They’re complete people but they form a strong and unwavering bond. One’s strength is the other’s weakness and visa-versa. This series might be fantasy, but the core of the stories is the romance between Morgorth and Aishe.
The stench emanating from the revenai was gag-worthy, and the poisonous drool dripping from its many mouths made the vegetation it dripped upon wither and die. The body was black and red, striped like a tiger, and the spikes along its back quivered, ready to shoot out and pump venom into its victims. I was staring at an underworld demon, a nasty one that had no business existing on the surface world.
They could only be summoned, and I’ll give you one guess as to who had summoned it.
The revenai fixed its hundred eyes on me, and I gulped, wishing my mentor was here, or at least Enfernlo. I’ve never fought a demon before, and I honestly didn’t know where to begin. Their hides were tough, almost magick-proof, and they had excellent range with their poisonous spit and their venomous spikes.
It lunged at me, and one of its heads spat drool at me. I flung myself to the side and rolled, trying to kick-start my brain and body into battle mode. I had wished for something to unleash my pent-up frustration on… I really should be more careful what I wished for.
The revenai turned toward me, and an arrow went flying at it and stuck in one of its eyes. It roared, and four arms swung around toward Aishe, but the dialen was quicker and dodged out of the way, another arrow already singing through the air and puncturing another eye.
“Get up, Morgorth!” Aishe roared. “I can’t do this alone!”
I shook myself and prepared to unleash everything I had at the monster. I sucked in a breath and ran forward as the revenai tore at the arrows, its other hands tearing at the trees, sending them crashing around us. I weaved around them, flinging some out of my way with force, and others I sent right at the revenai’s feet. I had to find a weakness, every monster or creature had a weak spot. For payshthas like Enfernlo, it was the soft flesh of their stomach; the rest of their bodies were scaled. For truls it was their armpits because, again, the flesh was soft, and if punctured at the right angle, the blade could stab their heart.
The revenai had to have one as well.
Their eyes were a good start; I gave Aishe points for that. Thick blood dripped from its two ruined eyes, and I shot a lance of fire at one of its heads. The head jerked back and drool was flung everywhere, eating through everything it touched, like acid. I snarled and aimed for the eyes as well but those arms were a problem. It swung its claws at me, and I jumped and ducked before one hit me and sent me straight into a tree. I slammed hard and the air was knocked out of me. But I managed to duck as it came back and attempted to rip my head off. I rolled away and gasped for breath, flinging up a protective shield as a fist came down. I was slammed to the ground under the sheer strength and felt my bones creak, threatening to snap.
Someone roared, and the weight lifted. As stars before my eyes faded, I looked over to see Aishe straddling the revenai’s wrist, stabbing it with a short sword and causing black, viscous blood to gush. I sucked in a breath and struggled to my feet just as Aishe leapt off of the revenai. Another hand came to grab him. He ducked away and rolled, and I kept on the opposite side of him, trying to divide the demon’s attention. Five heads were enough to deal with.
Aishe and I couldn’t keep this up, and I tore through my brain, trying to find a way that would end this conflict as fast and as bloodless as possible.
Before I’d found a satisfying idea, the demon got a hold of Aishe and proceeded to squeeze the life from his body. Fury, so intense I wondered why I didn’t explode, whirled through me as I created a blade of pure force and flung it at the revenai’s arm, cutting it cleanly in half. The monster roared, Aishe fell, and more blood gushed.
The dialen didn’t move.
“Hey! Demon shit!” I bellowed, my magick amplifying my voice. The revenai turned to me, the lust for death in its eyes.
“Follow me if you have the guts!” I ran deeper into the forest, hearing the lumbering beast close behind me. Fury gave me power and focus and I used it. I gasped for breath, my muscles burning, as I emerged at the river where only minutes before I had seen Aishe naked. I ran along the bank, the revenai emerging seconds later, lumbering awkwardly, ripping up trees as it went. I swung around and churned the water, lifting it into the air and flinging it at the charging revenai. I continued to lash the monster with water, and it swung its hands around uselessly, becoming more enraged. When I had enough water whirling around the revenai, I took a deep breath and blew it out, causing the water to freeze.
The revenai’s thrashing ceased, and the drool froze on its lips. I knew it wouldn’t hold, but maybe it would contain the thing long enough for me to find out what to do with it — and to find out if Aishe was even still alive. I ran around the large, frozen demon and nearly collided with the dialen as he emerged, whole, from the trashed forest.
I skidded to a halt, and my heart was drumming in my chest, relief making me dizzy.
“Thank the Mother,” I gasped and before I could think better of it, I flung my arms around the dialen and hugged him hard. It lasted for about a second before I jerked back as if electrocuted. I grimaced, and Aishe looked shocked.
I took several steps back. “Sorry, I… you all right?”
About the Author:
M.D. Grimm lives in the wet state of Oregon, and when she’s not reading, writing, or watching movies, she dreams of owning a pet dragon. She’s wanted to become an author since second grade and feels that her dreams are finally coming true. She was fortunate to have supporting parents who never told her to “get her head out of the clouds.” While she doesn’t like to write in only one set genre, she feels romance is at the core of most of her stories. M.D. earned a Bachelor of Arts in English at the University of Oregon and hopes to put that degree to good use in the literature world as well as the “real” world.
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