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The Ascendant Series

AWAKEN book one of the Acendant Series:

  • A world where power is the only thing that matters

  • Offers that are almost too good to be true, giving new meaning to the phrase 'Satan in a Sunday hat'

  • Magic, Curses, Vampires, Werewolves, Demons and everything in between

  • Trying to survive the first year at university whilst being thrown into a supernatural world more like a shark tank than a sophisticated society

  • Intrigues, plots, coups, untrustworthy friends (?), scheming professors, all-consuming darkness

  • Blurb below

The Prophecy

A prophecy in six verses. Fate or fiction?

Bouncing Light Balls

Matt had never wanted to be one of those delusional, spoiled brats that walked into the world thinking anyone but their mothers thought they were special or owed him anything. In fact, he loved to see them fail when confronted with the truth.

It's like watching clips of kids getting hurt or falling over; it just reaches that deeply rooted, sadistic itch. Beautifully satisfying.

But when a free ride for his first-choice university just happened to land in his lap, the harsh reality wasn’t quite what he had expected. An organisation he’d never heard of offering to pay for everything for the small cost of yet undisclosed services rendered was more than Matt had ever dared to dream. And how bad could those services really be?

Sounds like something Bambi would think before watching his mother get shot in the woods…

Because there was in fact something special about Matt. Really actually special. He was a magic weaver; if not the strongest in the world.

Understatement of the century…

Humiliation from his instructors-manageable, mockery from his peers-fine, but when someone was not only trying to take away his place in a supernatural community Matt never knew existed, but in fact destroy that world and everyone in it altogether, that was a harder pill to swallow. Especially since that unknown someone was quite convincingly making it look like all the chaos and mayhem were Matt’s fault.

Well, you heget caught with his hand in the cookie jar, or checking the pulse of murder victim in an empty room at a party. Fingers drippign red with her blood. Same difference really…

Having to prove his innocence as well as trying to prevent the discovery of a hidden magical world alongside his new-found friends was more than Matt expected his first year at university. But at least he had a reliable, close-knit group to help him through it all.

Remember when Pierce asked whether he was here on one of those Nitwit-Pity-Party-Scholarships?

Also, Matt seemed forever in a discussion with this less-than-helpful, dark and sarcastic voice inside his own head. But everyone had a constant inner dialogue to help them get through the day, didn’t they...?

 Just him and those scary guys on the tube mumbling to themselves, yelling at strangers and filling the cart with the smell of urine, sweat, and cheap beer…

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