THE SUNDERED NATION TRILOGY

Book I - The Severing Son

When Mighty Lion is cast aside

The Severing Son restores his pride…

If Elan had been asked, she would not have denied that she loved the fireside tales of the dashing fallen lion lord. Gods afire, Elan wasn’t sure she actually believed in the bedamned prophecy, let alone the role the banished chieftain and his firstborn son were supposedly destined to play in it. Still, she would have admitted she’d been excited to hear that the Spali warband her host hunted was heading for the outcast’s hidden compound.

Yes, Elan knew her host had yet to encircle the attacking Spali; yes, it was thrilling to watch the disgraced lion lord valiantly hold the Spali at bay; yes, the son’s appearance in the battle had stunned her; and yes, she’d been horrified when the young lion froze in the face of attack. But Elan also had to confess, Vahldan had restored her belief in him during the fraught moments after the Spali were driven off.

It was true—Elan had triggered the counterattack early. It was her fault that the Spali had gotten away. She willingly confessed to violating her duty to ensure the young man’s safety.  

As her penance, Elan would serve as the guardian to those she’d saved. She was tasked with guiding Vahldan and his family out of the wilderness, safely away from those who hunted them. Little did she know, she would be delivering them into the hands of those who secretly sought their demise.

Thunder wakes when blades collide

The steed on which Urrinan rides…

Vahldan, son of Angavar the Outcast, was brash, headstrong, and untried. But she alone had witnessed his promise. Elan knew that she alone stood between his ruinous rage and his rightful future as a chieftain. And she had to admit, at least to herself, he very well could be the Bringer of Urrinan—the foretold warrior who would spark the flames of prophecy.  

Book II - Bold Ascension

The gods favor the bold, they say, and Vahldan believed it. His boldness had led him to victory against the Spali, earned him the futhark sword, and made him the Lion Lord of the Amalus. Now he sought the power to lead his clan back to glory, and to bring those who oppressed his people to justice. He was well on his way to fulfilling the oath he’d made to his dying father. But his father had never seen the wealth of the stone cities that lined Pontea’s shores…

The seeress had prophesied that Vahldan was the Bringer of Urrinan, and many believed. Now he could wield the power that belief afforded him, whether he was the Bringer or not. What if he really could bring the so-called civilized world to its knees? By seizing the opportunity fate had set before him, he could lead the Gottari to heights beyond the imaging of his sires and place his descendants on the first throne of a hundred Tutona kingdoms.

Though Elan often cautioned Vahldan that the gods were fickle, it seemed clear they had revealed the steps to a glorious destiny. To become the Bringer of Urrinan in truth, he had only to relentlessly pursue his bold ascension.

Book III - Destiny’s Doom

Brin “Bright Eyes” saw beyond what others could. In her parents, most saw Dania’s greatest warriors, leaders in the conquest of Pontea. Brin saw a couple still bound by love, but fractured by betrayal and haunted by what might have been. Her father, Vahldan, once hailed as the Bringer of Urrinan, a distant shadow who never spoke her name. Her mother, Elan, the foretold guardian of destiny, forever scarred by a war she couldn’t win.

From the walls of the stone city that kept her safe but held her captive, Brin fixated on the mountains that separated the so-called civilized world of Pontea from the wild and free land that called her home. It was not a call she could heed—not when the only passage through was guarded by warriors who considered her an outcast. Not with the mighty Tiberian army closing in, vowing to purge Pontea of her people. Not in the face of a looming prophecy that promised the upheaval that now felt inescapable.

Yet as she trained with her uncle, learning the art of the Skolani Blade-Wielders, a new vision sparked within her—one that might bridge the realms of Dania and Pontea and rewrite the fates of the old world and the new.

Can Brin Bright Eyes forge a path only she sees? Or will she, too, succumb to Destiny’s Doom?