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The Seer

Book Cover: The Seer
ISBN: 978-1476781266

In a world of magic, in an empire built on intrigue, a young girl named Amarta sells her visions of the future to keep her family from starving. 

But when Amarta comes to the attention of those with wealth and power, her visions will not be enough.

In a tapestry of loyalty, magic, and gold, Amarta becomes the key to everyone’s ambitions. To survive, she must do more than predict the future. She must create it.

Publisher: Baen Books

The Seer

Chapter One

The tall man dropped five silver falcons onto the rough wooden table. The coins clinked against each other, silver faces bright in the light of the single candle that Dirina had just sparked to flame.

“I want answers,” he said.

Her hand went toward the coins as if of its own volition. She pulled it back, tucked it under the blanket wrapped tight around her shoulders.

If he wanted answers, he wanted Amarta, asleep with the baby in the small back room of the shack.
Her gaze went to the bright coins. Three were bird-side up, the king’s profile was on the other two. A good omen?

His large palm came down flat, covering the silver, breaking her focus. She looked up at his bearded face and met his dark eyes.


Now was moments after being woken by his pounding that shook the entire structure, dragging Dirina awake and off the cot where her sister and baby miraculously slept on.


Her gaze went to his hand, then back to his face, trying to make sense of this.

His expression told her nothing, but his cloak and coins and smell of horse said plenty. That her sister’s reputation had spread, again, far beyond this small mountain village to which they had come only last spring, before the baby was born. Where they were still welcome, if barely.

Were there really five falcons under his hand? Maybe she had imagined them.

She would tell him no. Come back tomorrow. When Amarta was rested. When Dirina could see him clearly in the daylight.

“Your pardon, ser,” she said, ducking her head. “She is asleep. She’s only a child. She–”

He picked up his hand, revealing the five coins again. For a moment her mouth moved silently.

“She’s only–”

“Asleep. A child. I heard you. Get her in here.”

Outside the wind picked up, blowing a roar through the trees, scraping branches against the roof, hissing through shutters that never closed properly, sneaking under the door that had to be bolted to stay shut in high winds.

Five falcons.

But Amarta was exhausted. She had foreseen three times today already. Next week’s weather, when the goat would birth, how many kids, the arrival of trade wagons. So, today, they had eaten.

Dirina liked eating. Feeding the baby from her own body always left her so very hungry. She always wanted more food.

Also, rent was due, the roof needed patching, and the stove ate peat voraciously.

Five falcons. She ached to touch them.

The candle flickered wildly in a puff of air. On the walls, shadows danced with the flame’s motion.

“I’m sorry, ser,” she said, pulling her hand back again. “She’s too tired. She can be ready in the morning. At first light. Then she would be happy to answer–”

Her breath caught at his look. He scared her, this large stranger whose face she couldn’t read, who had five falcons to spend on a child’s divination in the middle of the night.

Even his clothes were odd. Loose, as if he had so much material he didn’t know what to do with it. Some kind of wool, fine and thick. She wondered what it felt like.

He made a noise. Sharp, displeased. Taking hold of a nearby stool, he pulled it to the table and sat. It creaked a little.

“One of us is going to go back there and get her. She might prefer it be you.”



The Stranger Trilogy, Book Three

Book Cover: Landfall
Part of the The Stranger Trilogy series:

In the final book of The Stranger Trilogy, Amarta reaches the city-state of Seuan, where the Heart—a man famous for his predictions—awaits her.

As Amarta struggles to understand this extraordinary land full of threats and treasures, she resolves to protect those who cannot protect themselves, even if that means from herself. Step by step, Amarta unwraps secrets within secrets, coming to understand the cost of getting what she wants.

Innel at last gains a chance at redemption for all he has done, but can he pay the price?

The Seer and The Lord Commander's paths come together again, but their paths have changed them.

They meet as strangers.

Landfall—the third and final book of The Stranger Trilogy—brings Amarta’s and Innel’s journeys to a satisfying conclusion that will leave you breathless with wonder and wanting to start the journey all over again.

Publisher: Knotted Road Press
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The Stranger Trilogy, Book Two

Book Cover: Maelstrom
Part of the The Stranger Trilogy series:

The hunted becomes the hunter as Amarta, The Seer, sets out across the land to find others like herself and to understand her own power.

On the way to the most famous predictor of all—the Heart of Seuan—Amarta walks the greatest wonder of the world: The Island Road, a living land mass that forms unpredictably, producing tremendous wealth for a lucky few.

As she travels, Amarta learns to wield her power in ways that she did not foresee, at a cost that she could not imagine.

Innel, the former Lord Commander, is sold into anonymous slavery. On his way to certain death, he is [instead] given to a wealthy Perripin merchant. Does the merchant know who he was before? Though they walk separate paths, Amarta and Innel's questions are one and the same: Who am I now?

Maelstrom—the second book of The Stranger Trilogy—continues Amarta’s and Innel’s journeys through fantastic lands and powerful magic.

Be sure to start with the first book in the trilogy, Unmoored, and to continue with the stunning conclusion in Landfall.

Publisher: Knotted Road Press
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Chapter One, Maelstrom

"I require a body."

Natun admitted to himself that his cousin Bolah's lack of reaction was impressive. He had timed his words to see if she might waver even the slightest. Mid-pour, she had been, the pink stream of tea forming a surface froth in his porcelain cup.

Her motion continued smooth and deliberate as she returned the tea cylinder to its place on the side table, then seated herself across from him.

"What sort of body, cousin?" she asked.

A body that could be viewed by thousands, yet still not truly be known. But how to say that, without revealing too much?

It was a terribly delicate matter.


A Story in the Seer Saga

Book Cover: Touchstone
Part of the The Seer Saga series:

Thrust into palace life and brutal royal intrigue, two young brothers must find a bell in order to survive.

The right bell. The silver bell. Somewhere in this huge, sprawling palace.

"Touchstone" is a prequel to The Seer—a story about power, magic, and loyalty.  Also be sure to pick up Unmoored, the first of The Stranger trilogy, and the sequel to The Seer.


Publisher: Knotted Road Press
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Pohut’s younger brother was trembling.

“It’s all right, Innel,” Pohut whispered to him, though he wasn’t at all certain that it was. Why were they here, waiting for an audience with the king? What was expected of them?

“Now,” came the sharp voice of the king’s pinched-faced seneschal, who pushed the two boys through an opening door.

Inside the room, Pohut struggled not to be distracted by the bright maps on the walls. Before him was the king of the empire, sitting behind a large desk, staring directly at them. In the months they’d lived in the palace with their mother and little sister Cahlen, this was the first time they had been in the monarch’s presence.

Innel was already dropping to his knees, grabbing Pohut’s hand to tug him down. Pohut went down fast, too fast, wincing at the pain as his knees hit the floor. Both boys touched their foreheads to the wood at the same time.


“You may stand,” said the seneschal. When they did not move, he said their names, and then again. This time it was Pohut who drew Innel to his feet.

“Come closer,” said the king.

He seemed so large, the king. Which made sense, because the Arunkel empire was huge. Pohut knew how huge, too, because before his father had become a general, he had been a mapmaker.

The brothers shuffled forward hesitantly, stopping when the seneschal held up a hand.

Restarn esse Arunkel, Pohut mouthed silently. Restarn, He Who is the Empire.

The door shut behind them. The sound echoed.



Book Cover: Unmoored
Part of the The Stranger Trilogy series:

The sequel to The Seer.

Finally liberated from her captor, Amarta—The Seer of Arunkel—travels south to Perripur, her former hunter—and lover—at her side.

She needs all the help she can get, because more hunters are tracking her, close behind.

As Amarta’s fame spreads across two countries, so does her need to understand herself, and to find others who can also see into the future.

Back in Arunkel, the man who once held Amarta's freedom—the queen's Lord Commander and Royal Consort—plays a deadly game with the aristocratic Houses. He must win if his queen and his child are to survive. He has not forgotten the Seer whom he once hunted, and held captive.

Amarta has not forgotten him, either.

Unmoored—the first book of The Stranger Trilogy—begins new adventures for Amarta, The Seer. Come explore this rich world, follow the court intrigue, and learn the truth about power.

Be sure to pick up the other books in the trilogy: Maelstrom and Landfall.

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Map of Perripur