Volume One of the High History of the Thirty Aions, by Gideon Jagged
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The elven whore, Dævara Tatharsdottir, Teller of Fate, is caught up in a plan to use her skills to shatter the worlds of the Thirty Aions—Fifteen pairs of multiverses containing the remnants of The Shining Empire, dead a hundred thousand years.
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She must use her charms and all her cunning to save her life—and that of her love.
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Returning after ages of exile, a Great Enemy the Templars—former masters of the Empire—seeks to erase its last traces by sterilizing the Thirty Aions.
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Caught up in this plot with Dævara is a dwarf, six humans and a strange catlike woman, a Miu, who is much more than she seems.
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Widely scattered when the story begins, they are guided to the City Glyph, an unlikely place outside of Space and Time. There the destinies of universes will be determined as the last enemy of the Templars races to complete its plan and Dævara must decide between living as a fleeing exile and risking everything to save all.
from ‘The Fate of Stars’
Jane had gotten in somehow so, there had to be a way out of here. This was a prison for her, whatever it had been designed for, and every prison had at least one exit.
A prison without an exit was a tomb.
Jane briefly considered the possibility that that was precisely what this was—an oubliette. A place to drop her in and forget her.
from ‘The Fate of Stars’
John took careful steps toward the building, watching as rain shattered the mirrors of the puddles on the cobblestone path, golden worms of light wriggling in them.
Finally, a few feet from the door, he forced himself to look at the body recumbent on the steps.
It wasn’t Jane.
John took a quavering breath, realizing he’d been holding it for the last dozen paces.
It wasn’t Jane.
His twin must still be alive.
from ‘The Fate of Stars’
Brad had never been gone more than three months before.
Something certain told Dævara he wasn’t coming back.
That meant he was dead or captive. There could be no other reason.
She tried finding him with the Syrat, but her emotions where he was concerned were so intense and conflicted, all attempts came to naught
After weeks of agonizing, Dævara made her choice.
She packed up, said goodbye to her friends, and went looking for her lover.
from ‘The Fate of Stars’
Bradwold, tall and lean, had a weathered, angular face and was dressed in leather and chainmail, his square-toed boots plated with steel. A steel cap was under his left arm. Steel-backed gauntlets were tucked into a wide leather belt.
His eyes were a luminous green. Bradwold’s beauty was interesting until he smiled, then it was devastating.
Dæv felt a heat in her cheeks and upper chest that she hadn’t since those first heady days after her rebirth.
from ‘The Fate of Stars’
Like the many lovers Dævara had taken in the says since learning she was becoming an elf, flying was a glorious sensory revel.
Air driven past with gale force furrowed the skin of her teats, tummy, and thighs like the fingers of a sadistic masseur.
The air chilled her to the marrow, forced her limbs to splay behind her.
The wind pushed its thumbs into her eyes, squeezing tears out.
Her hair flogged her back.
It felt wonderful.
