Book Three is up and ready to view in print, although it will take a few days to show up on Kindle.  To wet your appetite, here’s an excerpt from the book:

“So, you ask, why am I the only one who can stop this long-standing war?

According to King Aubrey, the first Fairyland monarch established an “insurance policy,” centuries ago, against the dark side ever attaining absolute power. He hid four balance stones, two black and two white, somewhere in the realm. The king has asked me to find these pebbles.

My sentient swords, Noblesse and her male counterpart, Nobliege, have sockets in their hilts for these stones. Like every other champion before me, my swords were manufactured by ground gnomes, Fairyland’s metal workers, and imbued with magic. They were also fashioned with stone-sized recesses … just in case.

Because it’s morning, I know, without looking, that right below the balance-stone depression, Noblesse’s yellowish sun is alight on one side of her hilt. The accompanying pearlescent dancing fairies and colorful open flowers are also active, but at night, the sun darkens, and the bluish moon on her other side brightens. Then the fairies go to sleep, as do the flowers. Although not as ornate, Nobliege’s hilt has magically engraved vines and leaves that sway, without any breeze.

Somehow the stones’ placement into my weapons will neutralize the dark side. At least, that’s what the king believes. I have my doubts. In my months of fighting for Fairyland, I’ve learned things are not always what they seem.

Another shadow passes over the cliff face, and I feel a rush of air as something swoops past my head, leaving a chalky smell behind. On a second pass, the flying menace pierces my scalp with what feels like a series of hypodermic needles and hangs on.

“Yowch,” I yell. I jerk my gloved hand from the rope, reach toward my head and grasp at whatever has latched onto me. When I feel a solid mass under my glove, I squeeze tight and then yank, which causes a flurry of falling feathers and a squawk, but which also releases what must be a bird’s grip. I pull my captive toward my face to discover that my attacker is a large black raven. My shock at its presence overcomes the throbbing pain in my scalp.

Oh, oh, I can’t let this this bird, a servant of Natas (the main source of evil in Fairyland), report back to his master. He’d send all kinds of nasties after me.

The bird squawks and squirms some more. Then it bends its neck down to peck my wrist, hoping I’ll let go. I don’t loosen my grasp.

Finally, it turns toward my face. Worried it’ll go for my eyes, I slam it against the cliff face as hard as I can. Its body goes limp, and I open my hand to drop its carcass to the ground below. I grab the rope again with my other hand and rest a moment.

I wish I hadn’t had to kill such a beautiful animal, but I’ve learned that the evil beings in Fairyland have no mercy and no remorse. It was him or me.”

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