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Purple Dragon of House Fabbro

The ruling family of Parthenope in The Crystal Crux series is the House of Fabbro.  The family crest is a snarling, purple dragon named Sarcinus.

There are three elements to the crest to ponder.

First – it is purple.  Purple was the color of the Roman Emperors and associated with royalty in Medieval Europe.  It is a demanding color and expects to lead, wants to wear the crown and thinks it is the head.  It often represents pride.

Second – the dragon.  Commonly, dragons are symbolic of incredible strength and unyielding power, absolute.  Those who swear fealty to dragons are considered lucky and blessed by this association.  They are intelligent, self-determined and unbending.  OPHIS DRACONEM

Third – a gold tongue.  He is a seducer and exploiter of others.  He uses prestige and wealth rather than intellect and rational thought to tempt and ensnare, goad, challenge, lead and mislead.  Nothing is as it seems.  It offers nothing more than a shine and promises of things it doesn’t intend to fulfill.

Keep those attributes in mind when reading about the exploits of the Fabbro family.

Allen M Werner is the author of The Crystal Crux series.
Book One – Betrayal.  Click here to purchase Betrayal
Book Two – Blue Grotto.  Click here to purchase Blue Grotto

Also a special YA edition called The First Three Days.
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More to come …

Book Three As Yet Untitled

I when I begin writing a new book, especially one that is part of The Crystal Crux series, it comes with a mixture of excitement and dread.  In my mind, I see it all.  It’s like a movie and all the players are doing exactly what I want them to do, saying what I want them to say, looking dramatic, romantic, heroic and foolish, driving the tale forward.

Once I sit at the keys and start typing, the ability to recount it sort of ebbs and flows, one moment just pouring out of me with ease, another moment absent and recluse.

I write with storyboards.  The invention of the Post-It is a godsend.  By the time I get done, planning and plotting out more details, my storyboard will be covered with Post-Its that have been moved and changed a thousand times.

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I know from feedback I have received that people want to hear more about Pero de Alava and Francis Whitehall.  I promise to do my best to keep them front and center – BUT – the flow of the story doesn’t always work with them there.  There time is coming but there are sinister forces doing much of the driving right now and there will be a great deal more revealed about them in Book Three.

Like what?

(Don’t read any further if you haven’t read Book Two and don’t want to know what’s going on.  Or if you’re curious and don’t care – go for it.)

Well, there is Gherardus Fabbro.  He just discovered that two people whose counsel he thought he could trust, lied to him.  His son, Rugerius, said he killed everyone at Capua.  Turns out he didn’t.  In fact, the bastard kept Anthea Manikos alive and is intending to wed her, something he was supposed to do a long time ago but didn’t.

And than there is the giant magician Sinibaldus.  He really let the old commander’s trust down when he said Pero de Alava was dead, even going into detail describing his death.  It was all a fraud.  Now Gherardus is unsure who to trust.

And who is at his side now?  Is it his faithful Provost, Guidus Salvatore, a man of impeccable honor and knowledge?  No.  Gherardus sent that poor man to his death, convincing him that delivering a letter to Pero in Capua was just a routine affair of state and he’d be home the next day.

Nope, Gherardus as his other son, Talento, serving as Provost now, and this wiry boy can’t be trusted at all.  And he has no head for the Provost position.

We also have the voluptuous, foxy nymph Viridian who feels forsaken by everyone in her family, including her cousin and lover, Rugerius.  A snarling, horny imp landed on her patio and invited her to a festival where she will meet Lord Ophis, a rich and powerful man, so saith the imp.

For those familiar with the tale, Ophis has not been seen or heard of since the beginning.  Will we see a bit more of the old dragon in this book?

Rugerius Fabbro is running on hate.  He’s about to ride for Eagles Pass to find the still-living Pero de Alava and bring him back, all of him or just his head, we cannot be sure.

And Pero, well, we know what happened to him.  Hell of a drop.  Too bad about that landing.

Anyway, I have a lot of work ahead of me.  I’m not making any promises on when it will be ready until I’m getting closer to completion.  I hope to have it out by Fall.  Summer would be better but it’s hard finding time to write, work my regular job and sell the books I have already written – not to mention spend time with family.

Back to it!

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Happy Anniversary

One year ago today, January 10, 2016, I reached a milestone in life, becoming a published author with the release of The Crystal Crux – Betrayal.

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To honor the occasion, I decided to highlight many of my favorite lines from the book.  Perhaps those who have not purchased or read the book will be inspired to do so.  Remember, The Crystal Crux-Betrayal is available in Paperback, Kindle and Audiobook.

  • There wasn’t an iris in the room but still she could smell them, the, the iris and the salty sea.
  • Gherardus stood tall above the back of the chair, his grey-blue eyes glaring down on them, his mind squarely focused on the mission ahead.
  • Gherardus cuffed his frustrated fist with the other hand realizing this conspiracy was going to require more tact and coin than he had ever thought possible.
  • As if he were Samson parting the infamous pillars beneath Dagon’s temple, Gherardus shoved aside a pair of wooden doors and entered a miserable little antechamber near the bottom of the world.
  • Decidedly pedantic and anxiously ambitious, Talento Fabbro had no time for philosophy or religion.  He dismissed his elderly father’s ravings simply enough.
  • The great king of mosquitoes must have blood.  We are not here to resist him.  We will give him blood.
  • He blinked in disgust and supposed aloud, “War, for whatever purposes we have imagined, is all around us.  Friends are betraying friends.”
  • Talento Fabbro festered in the dark behind the throne.
  • The loss of such devotion and talent seemed almost immoral, almost.
  • “Awful does not do you justice, my Lord.”
  • “I have no desire to be impaled by aspirant priest.”
  • Gherardus staggered despondently down the aisle towards the same wooden pillars he had brushed aside a sin ago, once nearly tripping over a hurried little lizard that scurried across his path.  As he breached the threshold, he muttered in amusement, “And to think, I respect Pero more than any other bastard in my court.  Awful surely does not do me justice.”
  • During his nearly fatal plummet back down to earth, Bellerophon managed to gather in his grasping frantic hands a host of esoteric particles from the swirling nitrous clouds surrounding paradise.
  • Ophis had been slumbering unscathed for centuries in a remote European barrow.  He was waiting, hoping, for the return of the last age, the age when dragons ruled the earth, the age before the first man Adam breathed his first breath and stole dominion from them in the Garden of Eden.
  • What is sin to a god anyway?
  • The agitated stream of lava swallowed the crystal.
  • Ophis is still crazy mad.
  • Rugerius had always been a rapacious child.
  • Rugerius stared hard at the shiny seax in Bergus’ left hand.  The grip was bone white and the polished steel blade no more than eight-inches long.
  • Celestial courage vented down from the empyrean.
  • “Oh Venus, you love, you charming sweet dame, smile and kneel, afford, entertain.  Touch not my soul but arouse this old flame, kiss me, inhale me, be not ashamed.”
  • The Spaniard screamed as the jug of wine and the open wound rained the earth red.
  • Rugerius ripped through the bedroom like an angry bull, his soiled hands tearing a destructive path through the fragile, silk veils, many of which became unfastened from the ceiling and died, their sinuous bodies drifting down gracefully to the floor unaware that they had been violated.
  • Her arms and legs began to quiver.  Viridian was drifting towards some mystic netherworld to locate her inner beast.
  • People are sheep, subject to the whims of the ruthless.
  • “I won’t be here when you return.  I’m going to Capri.”
  • Anthea pulled her eyes away from the sindon to see why her fiance was not responding to her query.  She was not surprised to find him staring into the abyss.
  • How could the people not cheer?  How could Pero not smile?
  • “I have witnessed herds of genteel stock hoisting their shit-covered tails high in the air for all to see, turning readily from left to right, proffering up their hindquarters to every handsome bull.”
  • The clip never left him.  It was the first trinket exchanged between them, a golden clasp she once wore.
  • The red cloth reminded her of the blood filling the human heart, the precious fuel that keeps the human body alive.  The white silk harkened back to the days of childhood and purity, the times of sweet innocence and noble truth.  The answer was obvious.  “I will purchase them both for I will need them both.”
  • He forced himself to gaze upon his father’s broken body, teeth clenching, anger tearing through every fiber of his being.
  • “Bravest blood flows first,” Zor whispered commandingly.
  • “You must be the rock.  You must be Penafiel.  Everywhere you go, you must be Penafiel.”
  • The man they both loved the most in the world was traveling on a quest from which he would never return.
  • He flew upwards and outwards towards his ideals like Icarus heading for the sun.
  • Having tolerated more abuse than he believed he was expected to endure but still exercising unparalleled restraint, Pero de Alava calmly flashed Rugerius a knowing grin before rearing back and busting the hard pommel of his sword across the braggart’s face.
  • “Gentlemen, let us empty our goblets and drink our detestations away.  When the morrow comes and the sun gives light to the extent of this outrage, there will be ample opportunity to nurture the enmity you’ve fashioned for Lord Pero.  I’m sure of that.”
  • Benectus had been Capua’s faithful kitchen steward for the previous three short-lived administrations and, in his opinion; all three were venal at best.
  • Midonia hovered at the doorway like an eager vulture, her wings folded up unsympathetically inside the wide creases of her boat-sleeves.
  • “I will not strike you down though you be the devil himself.”
  • And then the demon in him roared back to life causing his body to convulse.
  • “You love God and He loves you.  The whole world could go to hell and burn in fire and you wouldn’t care.”
  • Her daddy would always be there to save her.  She need only see his face to feel at peace.
  • Merle Gilmore was a klutz.
  • “No,” Francis replied.  “I have never seen Pero of Penafiel before today.”
  • The first target to draw his attention was the feeblest knight of the lot, a tall, ill-fitted fool with a small round shield, his clumsy fat horse nothing more than an abject field mule.
  • With a singular blow of his heavy mace to the backside of the rival’s steel-plated helm, Francis sent plumage flying everywhere.
  • The Griffin began to fly.
  • “You have saved my life today, Sir Francis Whitehall of England.  Now I am going to save yours.”  Francis couldn’t hold back his smile any longer.  “God be praised.”
  • And yet today, the eminent man felt slighted.  The Provost was a common errand boy squirming uncomfortably on a pine bench in the great hall at Capua.
  • “You will avoid Benevento and travel directly to Melfi utilizing a remote and ancient trail known as Eagles Pass.”
  • Right now, she saw no shine.  She saw only armor and a sword, dark embodiments of death, emblems of conflict and harbingers of separation.  His wearing it now said much.
  • She was close to tears.  “Pero, I’m scared.  I beg you, husband, come, take my hand and let us pray.”
  • “She is henceforth yours and not mine.  I’m tired of always being the one to put things right.”
  • This door was death.  He needed only to pass beyond it and he was free.
  • “Pero, I asked you not to change.”
  • Before Pero could wheel Lady Zaon around and make this his final scene at Capua, Francis snatched hold of the bridle.
  • “I, for one, never thought my faith would sour like it has.  I fear I am becoming like them.”
  • “Well, we cannot pray the bastards away.”
  • “And you would have us live at peace with them who exiled and murdered you?”
  • A large horsefly landed on the grey-speckled palfrey’s backside and bit it unexpectedly.  The horse bucked up in the air before he was ready.  Pero nearly lost his grip.
  • “He is my best friend and absolution is hard to come by today.”
  • “I have fallen so far.  It is so dark out here.  I am all alone.  No one can save me now.
  • ‘Let this be the trap.  Let this be the moment.’  The next thought passed quickly.  ‘Be careful what you wish for.’
  • “No, no,” the girl pled, oranges raining out of the basket.
  • “For a few gold coins,” she whispered, her voice nearly singing.  “Anything is possible.”
  • It was the winged, weightless horse he saw earlier in the day, running gracefully on the ether.
  • ‘A tempting lamb to be sure.  Wholesome white purity.’
  • “When you touch that clasp,” Pero continued, “I want you to remember this day and pray for your husband to come.  And believe me, he will come.”
  • Sometime during the dead of winter, no one could really remember when, a proclamation went out to all the cities announcing the engagement of Rugerius Fabbro to a woman he had never met.
  • More adventurous visitors traveled beyond the city, to the ashen plains of Herculaneum where an attraction known as Sin Circus had taken up residence with its mysterious black tents.
  • As he wheeled about to leave, the faint whimper of a teary-eyed woman somewhere in the chapel caught hold of his ear.
  • Beneath the purple cape with icy silver trim, the annoyed maiden rolled her eyes, despised the intrusion and attempted to ignore the stranger further.
  • Embarrassed, the maiden turned slightly red.  Timidly she started running her fingers through that which remained of her hair.
  • “You must recant.  You know nothing about me and my sins.  You don’t know who I am or what has happened today.  What you wish for is impossible.”
  • “I am ready to make my stand in life.  Place your faith in me and my love for Anthea and watch me change the world.”
  • ‘I don’t have the jawbone of an ass but I have this.  And I have the element of surprise.  With God’s help, I could kill these knights.’
  • “Forget my name,” Pero instructed Cambio.  “Forget my name because God has.”
  • Suffice to say, Merle Gilmore rose to the task.  The Rose, as Merle came to be known in Warwick, served his Uncle Geoff with health and vigor.
  • Francis stared into his only child’s face as though she were a magic mirror reflecting his dearest dreams.
  • “Da, I will be fifteen tomorrow.  My life is just starting.  Let me live a little.  Nothing will happen tomorrow, I promise.”
  • The clarion sounded.  An alarm bell followed.  First it was one and then another and then another.
  • Anne breathed soundlessly so only Francis could hear her voice.  “I’m scared, Da.”
  • Francis had never heard of Black Leaves or seen the inverted black oak-leaf crest before.
  • “The rain is falling hard this day, my Lord.  Saints and sinners are hurting all the same.  Don’t let this storm cause you to forget who you are.”
  • Francis Whitehall could not run fast enough.
  • “Don’t forget me, Da!”  Anne couldn’t hold back the tears any longer.
  • “You are not forgiven.”
  • Like the trifling waste that usually fell down from these pipes, Francis and Guidus dumped themselves down harmlessly into the sludge river that encircled the castle.
  • The flickering fire strained and struggled to provide light.  It was being rejected by the strange woodland.
  • That was before the wolves arrived.
  • The moment Pero dismounted, Zaon collapsed.
  • Pero de Alava had become the most dangerous creature on Eagles Pass.  He was now a monster or a god or something worse.
  • A curious iridescent glow began flickering at far point.
  • Without an ounce of grace, as if his body had been thrown there by some giant uncaring hand, Pero crashed down hard on his stomach inside the colonnade of torches.
  • Its pearl black eyes fixed their oppressive gaze on Pero, hypnotically straining to seize him and draw him near.
  • He stood there a long minute defying the darkness, somewhere between heaven and hell.
  • “No human has ever entered Ithaca by way of those woods.  It is unheard of.”
  • Sinibaldus felt slighted, defeated.  He was not accustomed to losing, not where the crystal was involved.
  • He knew it wouldn’t be long before he winked again.
  • “Who are you, old man,” Pero stated cuttingly.  “Why are you out here?  What is this place?  Why the giant torches?”
  • Ba-boom.  Ba-boom.  Ba-boom.
  • In sheer madness, those that condemned killed those that encouraged.
  • No longer lightheaded, Pero shot to his feet and unsheathed Miriam.
  • “Lizards apparently are not animals,” Turstin wryly replied.
  • “I’ve seen men and women with whiskers and tails, people who cannot speak, only growl and snarl.”
  • Pero tore the bandage from his arm and his severest injury.
  • “I tire of your vacillation, you young fool”
  • Spit flew from his mouth.  “That bitch was my mother!”
  • Turstin remembered the moment they placed the quarrel in his hand before loading it in the firing shaft.
  • “He follows the old gods, the gods of war, wrath and willpower.”
  • “A man can become awfully paranoid when he doubts the things he has done in his past and believes his sins are chasing him.”
  • He had chills but was sweating profusely, nauseous and delirious, everything and nothing.
  • Grey ghosts with dead white eyes and long, icy fingers watched him.  Fire erupted and the homestead was consumed in an instant by flames.
  • The corridor was dripping blood.  There was an odor of death, putrid and rancid.
  • Before Anthea could reach him, an arrow sang out of the murkiness beyond the white cloud.
  • “There you go again, Pero, trying to make me your god.”
  • “I am Penafiel.  I shall not be moved.”

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    BETRAYAL

Learn More About Book Two

The fifty-year-old former Provost of Parthenope had been nothing short of knightly.  Francis commended the statesman for that.  It was not to be expected.  But Guidus did it.  He had battled bravely alongside the Griffin, cutting down mercenaries with impassioned strokes.

‘Poor Guidus,’ Francis thought empathetically.  ‘I’m sure he has never endured a night such as this.’  Francis felt his compassion for Guidus wane.  ‘Who has endured a night like this?  This has been the worst night of my life.’

“Damn it,” Francis softly grumbled.  He pounded his fist against his thigh again.  The palms and fingers were roped burned and stung but he didn’t care.  He wanted to feel something, anything. – EXCERPT FROM : THE CRYSTAL CRUX – BLUE GROTTO

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The Crystal Crux series is a ten day adventure through Medieval Italy.  The first book in the series, BETRAYAL, began with just that – a betrayal.  The people of Capua were stunned when military forces from their allies in Parthenope suddenly laid siege to the keep, killing nearly everyone.

Francis Whitehall, the Griffin, escaped down a privy pipe with Guidus Salvatore, the former Provost of Parthenope and the courier who brought the orders sending Pero de Alava on a suicidal quest to The Eagles Forest.

Pero, by the grace of God, survived the Pass but is injured and holed up in a sanctuary prison.  He has no idea the calamity that befell his home and friends, including his fiance, Anthea Manikos.

Meanwhile, in Parthenope, the giant Sinibaldus, the wielder of a Bellerophon Crystal, agonizing over his failure to kill Pero with his enchanted creatures.  He lies to his comrades while conspiring to complete his mission.

Dressed from head to toe in a black wool cape, Sinibaldus glided silently through the already open door into Gherardus Fabbro’s study.  The giant’s movements were so fluid, so stealthy and cloaked, the two guards posted at the door to protect the Lord Commander hardly noticed the magician come down the long hall before he was right on top of them, crossing over the threshold.  They couldn’t have warned their lord if they wanted to. – EXCERPT FROM : THE CRYSTAL CRUX – BLUE GROTTO

Book Two – Blue Grotto, takes us into Days Two and Three while exploring more background of the main characters.  It is a deep and enthralling epic fantasy tale, often dark but hopeful.  Join us on the journey.

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Concordat of Worms

“If I may continue,” Bishop Anselm coughed with feigned humility.  “Philip of Swabia has made clear his intentions to revisit the investiture controversy.  Such a claim serves only to undermine apostolic succession.”

Gherardus released a wearisome sigh.  “The Concordat of Worms decided that issue once and for all.”

“My Lord Gherardus, the concordats we draft and the laws we implement are no better than the wind itself, apt to shift this way and that, burst asunder in a storm of passion.  Commandments need roots…”  – Excerpt from THE CRYSTAL CRUX – BETRAYAL by AM WERNER

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For those willing to read Historical Fantasy, a passing knowledge of history often helps the readers understanding.  If you read general Epic Fantasy, you’ll find the authors creating complex histories that never really did exist, and often times they have the characters speak of these things without elaborating on them.  We simply take them as knowledge the character possesses that we don’t need to really understand.

In THE CRYSTAL CRUX series, I will do the same thing with my characters, have them speak and talk of matters that the reader may or may not fully comprehend or understand.  These issues give the characters greater depth and help reveal a big world around them that even they can’t control or manipulate.

Some fantasy, in my mind, tends to go to the extreme, and the powers of the character are too extreme, and there seem to be little to no limitations.  They may face a foe but there aren’t necessary bigger worlds and forces that dictate to them.  I believe that establishing that broader world, makes them more real, more human, and easier to identify with.

In the scene I excerpted above, Lord Gherardus Fabbro is meeting with Bishop Anselm who represents the Roman Catholic Church.  It is a secret meeting and there are two plots being addressed.

First – there is the larger plot, the one that is more universal and will effect all of Europe.  The year 1197 saw the death of both the Pope and the Emperor.  The new pope, Innocent III, tried to influence Europe with Catholicism and used the discord over the choosing of the next Holy Roman Emperor to his advantage.  He convinced many, especially in Italy, that the election of Otto IV or Otto of Brunswick, was necessary.  Most of the Germans supported Philip of Swabia, the late Emperor’s brother and a direct descendant of the much despised Frederick Barbarossa and House Hohenstaufen.  They were sure that Philip meant to re-address the investiture controversy which decided who appointed church officials and lands – the Church or the Emperor.  Both had enormous investments in these.  This was the real power of medieval Europe – land and those who controlled it.  The first plot is minor to the actual story I wrote but it gives my characters motivation for what they do.

Second – the smaller plot, the one the story centers around, is petty greed, jealousy and hate.  It is 1198 and early in the year, Pero de Alava had a physical altercation with Parthenope’s native son, the Castellan of the city, Rugerius Fabbro.  Pero was victorious but his victory came with a price.  He had sworn allegiance to Philip in a room full of people supporting the Church and Otto.  There was an incredible surplus of hate for Pero created in that moment.  This secret meeting, for the characters in my story, is acknowledgement of their plans to destroy Pero, using his support of Philip as a reason.  In truth, they don’t give a damn about Philip or Otto or anything happening on an international level.  They are aware but that is all.

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So the discussion between Gherardus Fabbro and Bishop Anselm tends to disintegrate quite easily.   As I stated, the things happening internationally are secondary to Gherardus, so he mocks the Church officials zeal to bear light and carry forth righteousness.  In fact, Gherardus isn’t all that enthused about their plans to destroy Pero because he actually likes Pero.

When Bishop Anselm brings up the investiture controversy, Gherardus doesn’t want to hear about it.  He remembers the Concordat of Worms which was signed in 1122 – in the city of Worms, that supposedly straightened out the controversy.  Bishop Anselm expresses Pope Innocent’s concerns that Philip won’t uphold the treaty.

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Recalcitrant

“The Griffin was alone.  He had no labors to perform for his lord.  He had no men-at-arms to command.  There was not a single ritter in his retinue.  His overlord, Sir Geoffrey Clayton Wolfe, would be completely ruined had he not been afforded the protection of the throne of England, a remuneration of sorts for his charitable efforts in better times, as well as his unstinting support for the Crown during the last baron’s rebellion.  Several of the Wolfes ambitious neighbors still guarded their intent to plunder him, but none were so bold as to challenge the legal shield placed around his estates by King Henry II, not yet anyway.”
– Excerpt from THE CRYSTAL CRUX-BETRAYAL by AM WERNER

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A person who is recalcitrant resists authority.  They are disobedient and refuse to conform or submit.

A recalcitrant knight during the Middle Ages was a knight who had sworn an oath to a Lord, Duke, Baron, Prince or King, and breaks that oath.

In The Crystal Crux series, Francis Whitehall is a honorable knight who refuses to break his oath to his lord, although his lord is nearly destitute and his other knights have abandoned him.

“Francis Whitehall was not one of the fallen for he refused to evolve.  His was a steadfast faith that rebuffed the privileged ranks of the unrighteous overlords.  The allure of their despotism failed to entice him.  Those who had prospered by compromising with their courtliness found his presence at knightly functions a baneful inclusion.  Francis was ostracized for he had become an unwelcomed reminder of antiquated gallantry.  And it was a gallantry and integrity that left him nearly friendless and rather penniless.”
– Excerpt from THE CRYSTAL CRUX-BETRAYAL by AM WERNER

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FRANCIS WHITEHALL – THE GRIFFIN

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YA EDITION of THE CRYSTAL CRUX – BETRAYAL

“My gage to Lord Geoff is irrevocable.  No one, not even you and your serpents tongue can poison it.  It is final.  I am a knight of Christ and I will not share with you this sinful fruit.  I will not reward an eye for an eye.  I will not strike you down though you be the devil himself.”
– Excerpt from THE CRYSTAL CRUX-BETRAYAL by AM WERNER

YA Edition BETRAYAL

Sorry I’ve been off the grid for awhile.  I was busy revising The Crystal Crux – Betrayal.  It is not available in YA format.  The language has been toned down to a high school reading level.  The sexuality and violence has been limited as well.  Overall, the story line remains true.  I hope you take a chance to read it.  The YA edition is only available through Amazon paperback.  It should be available as a Kindle ebook in the next 24 hours.  I’ve included the link below.  Be sure to write a review and tell your friends, families and neighbors about it.  This book is much more accessible to a wider reading audience.  Happy Reading.

The Crystal Crux – Betrayal – YA Edition

Brochures

I’m happy to announced I’ve produced new three-fold brochures to promote THE CRYSTAL CRUX – BETRAYAL.  They look absolutely wonderful and include a map of the Italian countryside where the story is mainly grounded.  Now I have to figure out places to display and distribute these pamphlets.  Sorry to say this to those who love doing it BUT marketing sucks and I’m still not very good at it.  Working on it!

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