The Five Warriors
The Four Worlds Series Book 1
by Angela J. Ford Genre: Epic Dark Fantasy
"The characters were well-written and well-developed, the story was clear and enjoyable without being predictable, and there were a couple of evenings I stayed up later than I intended just so I could get to the end of a chapter. If you're a fantasy fan, you're going to LOVE this!" —Amazon review
your best friend started a rebellion in the middle of a war?
your lover awakened a deep evil and helped it grow?
your people were too cowardly to face a battle?
you stole an ancient power source?
you gambled with the fate of the world?
Join five powerful warriors each with a unique ability and magical weapons. Their quest is to discover where the transformed creatures are coming from and put a stop to it.
Along the way they run into treacherous immortals, sea monsters, powerful beasts of the air and talking animals.
Each has their own reasoning for joining the quest, but one carries a deadly secret which just might be the destruction of them all.
"Angela's imagination has brought these characters to life and the worlds they live in."
A sound made Alaireia turn to the north where the road to the Sea led. Indeed a dark mass was coming, traveling quickly in a southeast direction. “Starman, we have to run.”
His hands went to his sword and even as he closed his fingertips around the hilt, the blade sang. “No.” He stepped forward, his voice quivering with emotion. “I will kill them all.”
A distance away from Starman and Alaireia, Crinte and Legone watched while Marklus lay with his ear to the ground. “Something is wrong,” he said. “Either I have lost control of the Zikes or…” His voice trailed off. “I hear something coming. It is a large group and they travel swiftly.”
“I see them,” Crinte replied. “Starman is angry and hurting and seeking revenge. He is going to fight them.”
Marklus leaped up. “Not good,” he began but the voices of the Zikes interrupted him. Marklus the Great. Run! We cannot hold them all!
Legone drew a blue arrow from his quiver and fitted it into his bow. “I need higher ground. Marklus, are you coming?”
Surprised at the offer, Marklus nodded as adrenaline began to course through his veins. “Crinte, we are doing this?”
“Yes, we can only run for so long. If we don’t fight it will be the death of Starman. The broken walls may be the highest ground you can find, even though it is not ideal. I will go down to Alaireia and Starman. If we use the ruins as shelter we may have a chance.”
Crinte walked over to where Alaireia and Starman had been standing earlier, only now Starman continued to walk towards the dark mass, sword in hand, his eyes black with anger. Alaireia followed closely behind him, drawing her sword and looking worriedly from Starman to the encroaching mass. She was not concerned about the actual battle, but she knew, firsthand, the false strength grief presented. The Starman she knew had run from the last battle, in fear of the turned ones. Now, there was no telling how long his bout of fury would last. When at last he came to his senses would he run again? She thought about using the power of the Clyear to keep them safe. But the thought passed fleetingly as vibrations tingled through her fingers as they grasped her sword. The gifting words danced through her memory: Your sword has a minor mesmerizing power if your enemies gaze too long at the gold light.
Alaireia raised her sword above her head as the turned ones drew nearer and the sharp gold line blazed bright in the sunlight. Starman was running now, his mouth open in a cry of rage as he raced to meet the Garcrats who drove forward eagerly, roaring and waving their clubs. There was a brief pause as their eyes were involuntarily drawn to Alaireia’s sword, slowing their momentum. Starman, taking advantage of the moment, ferociously drove into their midst, gritting his teeth and slashing his sword at the first Garcrat he reached. It raised its club slowly but he chopped off its arm, whirled around and sliced his sword through the guts of the creature behind him. Five lay dead behind him before Alaireia even came into contact with the first Garcrat.
Crinte broke into a run as soon as he saw Starman reach the creatures, reeling in astonishment as he saw Starman quickly gain the upper hand. Alaireia joined him and as the hideous creatures fell before them, Crinte realized the true gift of Tincire’s weapons that matched not only their combat style but synced with their wills. He drew his sword and visions danced before his eyes as he strode forward purposefully, but the creatures that ran towards him were not Garcrats.
Legone leaped up onto the crumbling wall which shuddered, almost unwilling to hold his weight. He paused, allowing his feet to regain balance before lifting his bow once more. Marklus joined him, dragging a blue tipped arrow out of his quiver. “Your aim is poor,” Legone stated. “When you loose your arrow your bow comes up, forcing you to miss your mark. Line up your arrow with your mind’s eye, and do not move until it flies.”
“You have seen me shoot before,” Marklus said, “but you have never said anything until now?”
Legone shrugged, keeping his eyes on his target. “Practice is over. I need your arrows to fly true and straight every time.”
Marklus took aim and let his arrow fly. It whistled past Crinte and struck one of the creatures racing towards him in the head. It fell backwards with a cry and disappeared beneath the others. “Like that?” Marklus asked proudly.
Despite himself, Legone felt one of the corners of his mouth tug upwards in a slight smile. “Yes, like that.”
As Marklus bent back his elbow to reach for another arrow, he heard what sounded like a cheer rush through the air. He was almost positive it came from his quiver. As his second arrow took down its mark, he heard it again. He glanced at Legone to see if he noticed, but Legone had a concentrated look on his face. “These are not the same creatures we slayed by the Sea.”
Gangly creatures moved quickly, skillfully, towards them like a mass of ants descending on their fallen prey. Perhaps they had once been people; Tiders, Crons, Ezincks, or Trazames. Now, they were monsters, stripped of flesh and left with sickening bone, recovered with blistered and burned skin, stretched taut over skeletal bodies. Each had an abnormally large head. Perhaps it was the lack of hair and flesh that made it appear large and misshapen. Maybe it was the unsettling, enormous black eyes that stared out of sunken skulls, dead and emotionless. Shirts of chainmail reached almost to their knees, keeping blows from reaching their chest and torso. Around their waists a black, belt-like contraption held multiple weapons which included swords, knives, and axes. They were nimble and surprisingly strong as they hurled themselves across the battlefield.
Arrows sang as they whistled past Crinte’s ears, serving one purpose only—Death. Alaireia and Starman were too far away, surrounded by Garcrats, and he could not warn them he saw more coming out of the east. With a cry he raised his sword to meet the new force and struck a high blow to the head, knocking a creature to the ground. The next one swung at Crinte’s neck but he ducked and sliced low at its legs. He heard snapping sounds as its legs collapsed. Arrows threw back two creatures who were about to advance. An axe landed in the ground beside him, seconds after he had moved his foot, and even as the speed of arrows from Marklus and Legone continued, Crinte knew he was grossly outnumbered.
The Blended Ones
The Four Worlds Series Book 2
Over 100 years after The Five Warriors saved the Western World, the Blended Ones have become a curse in the Eastern World. Beware the Blended Ones...
Phyllis and her 17 year old twin sister, Ilieus are Blended Ones. But Ilieus suffers from visions of darkness she is unable to discern. Forsaken by their parents the two cross the country in search of the Order of the Wise for help.
Cuthan the Charmer is mischievous enough to change anyone's mind with a smile and a wink. Born into a family of treasure hunters, he s searching for the key to unlocking his dormant powers.
Pharengon the Horse Lord was born to be King. Young and inexperienced he seeks a weapon to turn the tide of the war in his favor. But when his very own army betrays him, he will have to turn to the Lost Ones for assistance.
Caught in the fate of the Eastern World the youths destinies become twisted together in a frightful quest that will change the course of time. In the midst of their whirlwind adventure, they discover love, loss, and uncover the truth about who and what is behind the chaotic, spiraling events in the Eastern World.
Cuthan the Cron stood in front of the Dezzi queen, arrogantly holding his blond head high. Heavy iron shackles bound his wrists in front of him, and linked chains reached down to connect to the iron circlets around his bare feet. The sharp features of his tanned face were marred under streaks of mud and dirt, but his green eyes gazed out almost lazily, already bored with his sentencing. His tunic was ripped from the scuffle, and his pants were too short, cropped off at mid-calf. Generally, he liked his appearance to be impeccable, but this time it couldn’t be helped. He made a mental note to acquire new clothes as soon as the ordeal was over. The butt of a whip punched into his shoulder blades, forcing him to move. He shrugged and shuffled two steps forward. He was slim and fast, standing at just over five and a half feet tall, but his movements weren’t his strength. As the queen gave him a chilling glare, he cocked his head and smiled at her.
“Cuthan the Charmer.” Her deep voice rang out. “Cuthan the Adventurer, whatever you call yourself these days.” She waved a hand as if flicking his insignificant names off into a distance pile of rubbish. “We know you are a spy, yet you have been brash enough to enter our lands. Explain.”
Cuthan arched his eyebrows and continued to smile as he held out his bound hands. “I would like to explain.” He looked down at his shackles and then back up at the queen. “But your hospitality is a bit lacking. I was not expecting chains; will you release me?”
Two of the painted guards stepped closer to him in warning while the queen frowned. “No.” She rose. “Not until you have proven you mean us no harm.”
Cuthan sighed, but his mocking smile remained stamped on his grubby face. “As you command.” He shook a lock of blond hair out of his eyes. “I come from the North Forests, but I am one of the Lost Ones. I am on my way to Wind Fresh, but the wild lands are haunted with the Riders. I need safe passage as, on my own, I cannot hold them off.” He shifted in his chains, moving forward and dropping his voice. “I understand you have a message to send to Wind Fresh, but one of your own cannot take it across the Sea. I propose,” he held up his hands, “you send me to Wind Fresh with the message and an escort of warriors for protection across the wild lands. Once I reach the coast, your warriors may return to you, and I will deliver the message.”
The queen’s eyes narrowed as Cuthan finished with a flourish and attempted to bow, but the jingling irons restricted his movements. “Why,” her voice was hard and sharp like a dagger, “do you think there is a message?”
Cuthan’s lazy smile grew wider. “Aha! So, there is.” He laughed. “I have seen the shadows of the forest; the world is ending, war is coming, and we must choose our allies wisely.”
The queen stared into his green eyes for a long moment, looking past the spells that lay there that distracted her from his true desires. She crossed her arms, ripped her gaze away from his, and turned to her painted warriors. “Release the prisoner, but watch him. He is free to roam with a guard at his back.” She turned her head to address Cuthan directly. “There is a message. It has not arrived yet. You will stay with us until it does.”
The flirtatious grin slid off of Cuthan’s face, and his brow wrinkled in confusion. “What do you mean?”
But the queen waved her hand and turned away, effectively ending his audience.
“Wait!” Cuthan begged as the guards dragged him away. “What do you mean?”
Eliesmore and the Green Stone
The Four Worlds Series Book 3
Changers have arisen, wreaking havoc as they harvest the world, searching for the Green Stone. The South World sinks in despair, holding its breath, waiting for the One.
Eliesmore is a Blended One, growing up on the edge of the forest of the creatures of the wood. Young, headstrong, and inspired by magical rituals, he spends his time between his overprotective mother and sneaking out to dance with the wild things.
His courage is tested when Eliesmore discovers that he is the One who is meant to save the Four Worlds from the Changers. Unwilling to accept his fate, he turns his back on the prophecy and the futile quest to dissolve the Green Stone.
But Eliesmore will soon learn he cannot escape his destiny. Beset by creatures of the deep and hunted by servants of the Changers, Eliesmore finds his task will test the loyalty of his companions and help him answer the ultimate question:
Can he trust the immortals – or are they the reason the Changers have come to power?
Darkness has fallen in the South World, a land ruled by forces of evil and dark powers. Those who would resist live in hiding, hoping for the prophecy concerning the One to come true.
Born into a shadowed world Myran experiences her first loss when her parents are murdered before her eyes.
Adopted by the Green People she makes it her goal to hide from the woes of the world. As she grows older, she discovers her actions will birth the most significant change in all of the Four Worlds.
Recommended: Read this after reading "Eliesmore and the Green Stone"
Brought up as a bookworm and musician, Angela J. Ford began writing The Four Worlds Series—a fantasy series—at the age of twelve. The storyline of those books was largely based off of the imaginative games she played with her sisters.
Angela originally finished the series when she was sixteen. After college, Angela began to rewrite The Four Worlds Series, bringing it from a child’s daydream to an adventure young and old can enjoy. Since it is inspired by fairy tales, high magic, and epic fantasy, Angela knows you’ll enjoy your adventures within the Four Worlds.
If you happen to be in Nashville, you’ll most likely find her at a local coffee shop, enjoying a white chocolate mocha and furiously working on her next book. Make sure you say hello!