B. K. Bilicki

Stage Three: Be (Voices of the Sanctum, #3) (eBook, ePUB)

• Format: ePub

Produktbeschreibung

Following an intense battle to free her acolyte Jamyn from a malevolent entity, Kana finds herself in an unfamiliar situation with her student. They can finally start moving forward. True, there are a multitude of things to attend to first. Explanations must be given. Apologies must be made. Beyond that, however, they are free to start exploring their newborn relationship.

The past sometimes has other ideas.

When Kana suddenly vanishes, Jamyn is unable to help find her. His magic, still locked down after his recent escapades, will remain inactive per the wishes of the Inner Cabal to prevent him from interfering with the search. With the life of his beloved mistress on the line, Jamyn will do anything to find her, even if it means breaking the promises he once made that continue to keep him alive.

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Produktdetails

• Verlag: B.K. Bilicki
• Erscheinungstermin: 31. Oktober 2024
• Englisch
• ISBN-13: 9798227293671
• Artikelnr.: 72411593

Autorenporträt

Writer? Who, me? There must be some mistake...

In real life, I'm an electronics technician residing in the frozen tundra of the American Midwest. I spend a truly obscene amount of my time peering through a microscope at tiny whiz-bangy components and then performing arcane rituals upon them with a soldering iron. I was deemed a miracle worker early on in my career, and co-workers throughout the ages have been rather intent on making me live up to their ridiculous expectations. It pays the bills, I suppose.

Meanwhile, back at the writing thing...

My entire academic life was centered around a very simple premise the kid can't write. Nope. Forget it. Give me a subject to write about and my brain goes into instant and irrevocable shutdown mode. Werds? Whassat?

That core tenet was shaken by an odd series of events involving an ungodly hideous short story (written by someone else), the foolish belief that even I could scribble something better, and an out-of-control tractor trailer that attempted to flatten me during a sleet storm. Stir all that up, give it a few days, and a weird little snippet came into being that I thought was interesting enough but not something I'd ever get in the habit of producing in mass quantities.

I posted the bit online, and it got what I considered to be an astonishing number of responses. It was the start of what became a disturbing pattern post a little one-off short story, people start yelling and screaming "but what happens next?", and it somehow snowballs into a book.

Somewhere between bouts of electronic microsurgery and banging my head against the keyboard, I also cocreated a researcher, a wild man with occasional auto mechanic tendencies, and...an English teacher. Yes, it seems the cosmos is not without a very twisted sense of humor.

I've also got a pair of granddaughters out of the deal that both think I'm pretty cool. I'm in no rush to disillusion 'em. Their mom has also issued an edict to them stating that Thou Shalt Not read my scribbles until the sprogs turn thirty (though I think I might have talked the second one down to twenty-five...).

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