Dawn of the Hunters
Hunters of Infinity #3
by Ryan Wieser
Genre: Space Opera, SciFi Pub Date: 5/7/19
Even the Hunters of Infinity are splintered when faced with the greatest battle in the Daharian galaxy’s history . . . Jessop has proven herself to be an unstoppable force from Aranthol to Azgul, inarguably the fiercest warrior the Hunters have ever seen. And her abilities only seem to strengthen as her rage grows. With the two men she holds dear by her side—one good-souled, one with a treacherous past, and both deadly with a sword—she prepares to enter the most important fight of her life, with the most personal stakes yet . . . Armies are divided and reforged, and battle lines are drawn. Blind loyalty drives some while others are sworn to protect the galaxy at all costs. Bonds will be tested. Lives will be lost. Consequences will be devastating. “This thrilling, action-packed debut ties together strong characters with a building story line that will have readers clamoring for the next volume in this new series.” --Library Journal, STARRED REVIEW, on The Glass Blade
The Soar-Craft jerked violently, sending crates and weapons along with bedding and provisions flying about. Jessop and Falco gripped one another tighter. There was a deafening sound of wind blowing through the vessel. They were under attack.
They fell faster and faster, and all she could think of was their son. They couldn’t die in a Soar-Craft crash, not when they still needed to rescue Jeco from Hanson Knell and Hydo Jesuin. Jessop looked around the vessel, her eyes darting over panicked faces. She knew what she needed to do. “I need you to let go, Falco!”
Jessop gripped Falco tightly. “Do you trust me?”
The way he looked at her, amidst chaos, was with a perfect stillness. “Of course.”
She kissed him, deeply, with all of her love. As their kiss ended he rested his forehead against hers. She slowly pulled away. “Then let go.”
Falco stared at her with his concerned gray eyes, ignoring the surrounding panic, and finally let her go. She nearly fell, but her superior balance helped her regain her footing quickly. She turned, facing the control panel at the front of the Soar-Craft. She crouched low down in the aisle, and allowed for the force of the fall to move her down the vessel. She used her Sentio to throw items and falling men out of her path. She braced herself as she fell against the control seat. The vessel was falling nose-first. With a quick tumble, she leapt over the seat and fell against the glass window.
She could not deny that the sight of the desert ground, nearing so quickly, didn’t concern her. She already disliked flying. She couldn’t focus on the danger, though. She took a deep breath and laid both her hands against the glass, closing her eyes, and focusing with all her might. She knew they fell still. She breathed more deeply, and thought of Urdo and all he had shown her during their siege on Aranthol. She envisioned her abilities like a wave of light, traveling through her body, out her fingertips. She imagined the light clearly, and this time, it was a crimson red. It trailed from her hands, through the vessel, snaking around the Soar-Craft.
She thought perhaps the vessel was slowing, when the sensation of blood trickling from her nose distracted her. It wasn’t working. She pushed the light further from her, focusing with all her might on catching the falling ship, yet it still fell. She didn’t have much longer. She tried to regain her focus when his face appeared in her mind: Jeco. A perfect son, the exact image of his father with the same dark hair and gray eyes. He needed her. He needed her more than ever.
And if she were going to save him from Hanson and Hydo, she would need to survive this crash. She would need help.
Instantly, she felt him at her side. He tumbled over the control seat and, realizing her plan, thrust his hands against the glass. “Urdo—push the plan to the others!” He shouted over his shoulder. Jessop couldn’t think about the two other Soar-Craft traveling alongside them—crashing alongside them. She couldn’t think about Urdo using Sentio to tell the Hunters on board the other vessels to attempt to copy her plan, to use their abilities to slow the vessels to a safe landing.
She couldn’t think about anything other than—crash!
Jessop didn’t need to open her eyes to know what had happened. The explosion, the instant smell of smoke. One vessel had already hit the ground. Suddenly, she felt Falco’s fingers lock around hers. He held her hand and she could see his face when they were children, she could feel his kiss when they were youth, she could hear his vows the day they married, and with an unexplainable, violent jolt, their vessel froze in the air. The sound of men falling, yelling, boxes breaking, and weapons clashing into the metal walls in a cacophony of noise surrounded her. And then everything was silent.
The Shadow City Hunters of Infinity #2
The Hunters of Infinity have guarded the Daharian galaxy for ages, but when betrayed, they can become a vicious enemy . . . Jessop, the first woman to join the Hunters, has finally been reunited with those who mean the most to her. In her quest for vengeance, she has left many embittered and betrayed, chief among them Kohl O’Hanlon, the Hunter who once loved her. Now, as the feared Falco Bane leads his forces into the Hunters’ territory, Kohl attempts to retaliate, flooding their infamous Shadow City with his own followers. Jessop must fight a war on two fronts, testing her commitment to the ones she loves and challenging her abilities as the most elite warrior among the Hunters. With the future of Daharia’s leadership at stake, Jessop is determined to protect those closest to her at all costs . But when allies turn into adversaries, the real threat comes from a place least expected . . .
In her dream, Jessop wore a linen cloak, identical to one she had first donned in the Blade’s mystical pool. He wore dark funerary robes, and he moved quickly, disappearing around corners, catching her eyes in the shadows. She followed him through the maze, wondering where he went, what he thought. She quickened her step, trotting after him, chasing through the dark corridors. She spun around the wall’s end, and felt a sudden ache in her abdomen. His arm was around her instantly, holding her close to his body. She looked down, over the sheer linen, and saw between her breasts the hilt of his dagger, his gloved hand still tight around the weapon. Blood soaked the robe, slick and crimson, sticking to her form. She wasn’t angry with him; it hadn’t hurt that badly. She rested her hand against his chest, and blood leached through her fingers. She looked up into his dark eyes. A tear ran over the star-shaped scar.
“You’re bleeding,” she whispered, pressing firmly against his chest, ignoring her own wound.
He smiled at her, shrugging casually. “It’s only my heart.”
Jessop woke to the sound of crying, lurching up in her bed. It had been the same dream, for the hundredth time. Her hair snaked around her neck with sweat, her brow damp and hands clammy. Again, the small cry called to her. She glanced over the large, dark bed where Falco slept, motionless and silent. She rolled off, her feet finding the cool ground, and crossed the room, her eyes navigating the dark with their usual ease. Jeco was sitting up in his bed, his damp dark hair standing on end, his large gray eyes
brimming with tears.
She looped her hands under his shoulders and pulled him to her body. “I couldn’t sleep either, love.” He clung to her tightly, burying his small face under her chin. He didn’t care that she was slick with sweat or weary with exhaustion; she was his mother, his protector.
In the darkness, large arms wrapped around her, and she leaned back into Falco, finding the safety in his arms that their son found in hers. Falco was silent in the night, a predatory creature whose abilities amazed her as much in that moment as they had a decade before.
His lips kissed the space where her neck met her shoulder. “Nightmares again?”
“Both of us, it seems,” she whispered, her breath travelling over Jeco’s short hair.
“What should I do when my family cannot find peace?”
Jessop breathed heavily at her husband’s question. It had been a month since Kohl had escaped the Blade, nearly killing her in the process. The Blade had been his home for most of his life. It had been more than a home. It had been his training facility, where he had lived with his Hunter brethren, patrolling the Daharian galaxy on behalf of Hydo Jesuin. The same Blade she had infiltrated and handed over to her husband, Falco. Jessop pushed the thought back, blinking away the image of Kohl O’Hanlon’s face. “Find the one who torments me,” she ordered.
The Glass Blade Hunters of Infinity #1
The Hunters of Infinity have been protecting the Daharian galaxy for years, but there has never been a female Hunter—until now.
In a seedy bar in the shadowy corners of Daharia, Jessop comes to the rescue of young Hunter Kohl O’Hanlon. Impressed by her remarkable sword-wielding skills, the Hunters invite her to their training facility, the Glass Blade, though not all are pleased with the intrusion. But they soon discover that Jessop learned to fight from the rogue leader of the Shadow City of Aranthol—and escaped. Now they want to use her intimate knowledge of their enemy to destroy him.
As Jessop grows closer to this elite brotherhood, their leader succumbs to a mysterious ailment, and Kohl learns that Jessop is hiding dark secrets, raising suspicions about the enigmatic woman who saved his life. Has the Hunters’ security been breached—or do they have a traitor in their ranks?
Allegiances will be questioned. Loyalties will be betrayed. Vengeance will be brutal.
"This thrilling, action-packed debut ties together a strong characters with a building story line that will have readers clamoring for the next volume in this new series." --Library Journal, STARRED REVIEW, on The Glass Blade
The tavern was dark and quiet, barring the muted voices that filled the corners with whispers of quiet corruption and deceit. Hushed sounds traveled on thick smoke to the ceiling and her eyes trailed over the dimly lit corners and over the musty cloaked patrons. Dirty exchanges took place everywhere, too-young girls being offered coins and despair by corrupt travelers, whose lies traveled like fire across the alcohol on their lips. This wasn’t a typical bar, this dark, underground dwelling in the heart of Azgul where there were more shadows than light, more smoke than air. It was a seedy, unsafe locale where illegal exchanges could occur. A place favored by those in the city’s most important positions, for in this underground dwelling they could act as they truly wished.
From where she sat, with her cloak draped low over her face, she could easily make out the group of Aren. They were more discreet than she had anticipated, but few could go unseen to her well-trained eyes. They were scattered about the bar, donning the civilian attire of common Azgul nomad passer-by. The Aren weren’t common travelers though; they were fatalistic believers who waited anxiously for a supposed impending end. A doom and darkness that would swallow the entire Daharian galaxy whole—their belief in some unimagined state of horror for the universe made her certain that not a man amongst them had ever laid eyes on Aranthol.
She scanned the room, counting twelve of the zealots. Without their robes they appeared as normal men, barring their brand, which could be seen on the base of several of their necks. The tender nape of the neck was where all in Azgul had their brands. She knew that their mark was not well-known though, not as well-known as they would have liked it to be. Thinking of the brandings nearly had Jessop reaching for her own neck, certain she could almost feel the hot iron against her still. The smell of burning, blistering flesh unnaturally recoiling from heated metal filled her nostrils. She shivered at the putrid memory and forced it back to the depths of her mind, where she kept all her locked-away thoughts and all her darkness.
Suddenly, the oddest sensation roused her, overcoming her senses. She could feel silk running across her skin, dragging her fine hairs on end, exciting her cells. The energy of the room had completely changed, thickening the air more than any smoke or liquor could do. She had only ever been around one other of her kind, and to feel the changing electromagnetic charge in the room without him present was as compelling to her as it was terrifying. The draw was a beast’s cry calling her in, feeding her need to find the one like her. It was a pull strong enough to grip her, strong enough to shoot adrenaline through her, to dilate her pupils and ready her muscles and tell her, without question, that Hunters were near.
She closed her eyes and narrowed in on their presence. She could smell the faintest scent of grease on one of them; it had an acidic air to it—like the oil slick found in the Western corner of the city. She could hear his voice though he did not speak. She could see the diminutive smudge of black slick over his boot though she did not open her eyes. Her senses—so refined—ensured she could see most of him without ever glancing his way.
And then she laid eyes on him.
Ryan Wieser completed her B.A. in Sociology and Socio-Legal Studies before going on to complete her MSc. in Experimental Psychology. Having been raised in Africa and educated across multiple countries, Ryan has a passion for travel and an interest in diverse cultures. She currently resides in Wyoming with her husband, where she is writing her next book.
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As we approach the end of the protagonist-led fantasy trilogy, Hunters of Infinity, readers are wondering if this is the last we will be seeing of Jessop? If so, what is author Ryan Wieser working on next?
The entire experience of writing this story has gone by in the blink of an eye, as clichéd as that is to say, it’s simply true. Even though the last book is done, I honestly can’t say if this is it for Jessop, Falco, and Kohl (if they all survive to the end of the last book, that is…). If you love your characters it feels impossible to say that you’re done with them forever. And Ilovethese characters. They’re crazy, impulsive, and immature. They make the same mistakes over and over. They are blinded by their motives. But they all end up on the same quest for redemption, reaffirming their love and loyalty along the way. For me, the trilogy was always about the personal journey and relationships of these characters. It is difficult to know for sure if their stories are completely done. Maybe it’s their time. At this point, I can’t say for sure what will happen.
Like my main characters, the trilogy is imperfect, but with each book, it developed more and more. I definitely feel like I had the opportunity to learn a great deal and to exercise new skills with each installment, and in some ways, that’s what Jessop, Falco, and Kohl do – with each book, they learn and they change. I do think that perhaps with a trilogy, you have more room to explore and more pages to fill. It all depends on the way you write, how much of your plot is planned in advance, how many pages you intend to utilize to tell your story… There are a lot of factors to consider. Oddly, I wasn’t necessarily trying to write a trilogy when I started writing the story; I was more focused on the characters, their relationships, histories, and individual profiles. If anything, the trilogy helped provide some structure and give the overarching story a beginning, middle, and an end.
In terms of next projects, I am actually already busy working on my next book, a medieval-esque fantasy novel. I learned a lot from the trilogy. I got some amazing reviews and a lot of feedback, some wonderful and some less so, but all of it served a purpose. My flaws as a novice writer have been highlighted, the interests of my readers have been made known, and the path forward has been laid out with hope and determination. This next book is really quite different from the Hunters of Infinity series. While it is also an action packed fantasy led by a strong female protagonist, it’s set in a different world, a different time, and supported by an entourage of different characters. I’m excited to see where these new characters go. I am committing to them with the same passion and care I did for Jessop and her leading men and it’s my hope that they are received by my readers with as much enthusiasm and support (if not more!).
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