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The final book in A.G. Henley's Brilliant Darkness series is out!

9/25/2015

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Looking for a great post-apocalyptic and dystopian read for the weekend? Today is the release date for the final book in my friend and fellow Infinite Ink author A.G. Henley's Brilliant Darkness series!
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The Fire Sisters

By A.G. Henley
The Fire Sisters is available now on Amazon!

Fennel and Peree are finally together and safe from the Scourge in the protected village of Koolkuna, but on the day of their partnering ceremony, the village children are stolen away. The pair join a search party led by rival Kaiya, the one person who stands a chance of finding the children thanks to her mysterious past. Fenn endures Kai’s scorn, her subtle designs on Peree, the squabbling of the group, and threats of the Scourge, but nothing has prepared her for the warrior women who will steal others’ children to preserve their own existence—the Fire Sisters. 

Read THE FIRE SISTERS, the thrilling conclusion to the bestselling Brilliant Darkness series! There are three novels and two short stories now available in the series. The first novel, THE SCOURGE, was a finalist for the 2013 Next Generation Indie Book Award. 

Recommended Series Reading Order:

The Scourge 
The Keeper: A Brilliant Darkness Story (novella) 
The Defiance 
The Gatherer: A Brilliant Darkness Story (novella) 
The Fire Sisters
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A.G. Henley is the author of the BRILLIANT DARKNESS series. The first book in the series, THE SCOURGE, was a finalist for the 2013 Next Generation Indie Book Award.

A.G. is also a clinical psychologist, which means people either tell her their life stories on airplanes, or avoid her at parties when they've had too much to drink. Neither of which she minds. When she's not writing fiction or shrinking heads, she can be found herding her children and their scruffy dog, Guapo, to various activities while trying to remember whatever she's inevitably forgotten to tell her husband. She lives in Denver, Colorado. Learn more at aghenley.com


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Intrigue, danger, and romance: A House Divided is now available!

9/17/2015

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The latter half of this year is going to be big for me, because I'm launching Astoran Asunder, a new suspenseful romantic fantasy series. The first book, A House Divided, was originally exclusive to The Masters of the Hunt boxed set, but I am now releasing the book on its own.

Dying to know what's going to happen next and agonizing over the thought of having to wait a year between books? I don't like that feeling either, which is why I have a plan I think readers are going to like. Catalyst, the second book in the series, will follow hot on this book's heels, and I plan to have the third book out by the end of the year. In fact, by this time next year, all five books in the series will be done and available.

And if you need even more of a fix, sign up for my newsletter! So far, my subscribers have received sneak peeks at multiple chapters of the first two books and five exclusive short stories set in the Astoran Asunder universe, with more to come, including a sneak peek at book three in October's newsletter.

Get your copy of A House Divided for a limited time promotional price of 99c or, you can borrow it through Kindle Unlimited.

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Cianne Wyland leads a double life. No one in House Staerleigh would suspect that the meek woman on whom they heap their disdain is a gatherer of secrets. Determined to uncover whether the House's upper echelon—including her own father—are engaging in illicit activities in a grasp for control of the House, Cianne has made an art of slipping into their homes to rifle through their private lives.

Kila an Movis is an Enforcer. Gods-gifted with an extraordinary ability to piece together physical clues, he's entrusted with protecting the vulnerable from crime. But his habit of expressing his opinions a little too freely earned him a nine-year banishment to the wilds, and he's determined to be more circumspect upon his return to the trade city.

When someone close to Cianne dies and Kila is called out to investigate the scene, her world and his collide once more. His long absence hasn't driven the memory of him from her heart, but the woman he encounters isn't the child he remembers.

Unwilling to trust anyone else, Cianne enlists Kila's help. The deeper they dig, the more secrets they unearth about her father, the other House members, and her entire life—until Cianne discovers that House Staerleigh is built on a foundation of lies.



An excerpt from A House Divided

Transitioning from position three to position four, he considered everything that had happened that night. Was he seeing sinister intent everywhere he looked? Nothing about this case seemed immediately out of the ordinary, as sad as that fact might be, but something about it bothered him. The necessary parts were all there, neatly laid out in the proper order, and he wasn't certain whether he ought to read into that.

"The position of your left hand is a bit off," a soft voice floated down to him from his garden wall.

Startled, he dropped form, snapping into a defensive stance. It had been a long while since he had felt he ought to be on his guard at all times, and he found the reminder unpleasant. Why had he wished to be back in this wolves' den?

"Might you extend the courtesy of making yourself known?" he asked, fixing his eyes on the small, dark shadow at the top of his wall.

"Best if we don't do this here," the voice responded. "I mean you no harm, but I don't expect you to trust my word."

He said nothing in response to this, waiting for her—he had discerned that the voice was female, if nothing else—to show herself.

She landed on his lawn without making a sound. Rising from a crouch, she slowly started toward him, hands held parallel to her shoulders, palms facing him so that he could see she was unarmed. However, he wasn't willing to trust that she didn't have a weapon hidden about her person, and he maintained his position.

A rippling shadow, she moved over toward his lodgings, not heading for the door but for the light spilling from one of his windows. Illumination washed over her, exposing her slight form. She wore a tight, black leather vest laced all the way up to its high neck. Black breeches covered her legs, tucked into fitted black leather boots. A hood was attached to her vest, and she held her hands up until he nodded, then she reached to push back the hood, revealing her face to him at last.

"Miss Wyland?" he asked. Confusion swept over him, followed closely by a sense of wariness.

At the sound of her name, her eyes darted around the garden as if she feared enemies might be lurking behind his feral rhododendron. She jerked her head in the direction of his lodgings, raising her eyebrows inquiringly. He gave up his stance and went to the door, opening it and beckoning her in.

"I wasn't aware that the Houses were so well-versed in the positions of the deshya," he said, his sense of wariness increasing.

Few foreigners were familiar with the fighting style native to his homeland. Battle Masters' gifts were such that they could never have any real inherent advantage over a Battle Master opponent from another land, so each realm had developed its own distinctive fighting style to compensate.

Myrshan Battle Masters had created a style for their sole use, and non-Adepts were prohibited from using it under penalty of imprisonment. Legend had it that the deshya had evolved from the Battle Masters' form, developed by a young man jealous of his sister's powerful Battle Master gifts. Decade after decade he had practiced, tooling and retooling the deshya, until he honed skills so unknown to her that he bested her in a duel to the death.

The legend was a load of bollocks, as far as Kila was concerned. Ordinary people could certainly learn how to fight and become very skilled at it, but no matter how fancy their fighting style they could never hope to be a match for a highly gifted Battle Master. In his view, it was a story the non-Adepts amongst his people told in order to reassure themselves that they weren't completely at the mercy of their Adept counterparts.

"The House knows nothing about it," she said, watching his face.

"Last I checked, you're a part of the House."

"So you've now discovered."

Frowning, he stared her directly in the eye. Why the song and dance, he wondered. It had been a long night, and he would have preferred her to just come out with it.

"You're the Enforcer. Assemble the pieces," she suggested.

Pressing her hands together, she lowered her head so that her chin rested on the tips of her fingers. Inhaling deeply, she parted her hands, her right extending out to her side in a fluid motion as she bent her left at the elbow. The fingers on her left hand splayed elegantly, weaving patterns through the air as they came to rest near her side. Her feet were shoulder-width apart, and she rotated her upper body, simultaneously sliding her right leg behind her while bending her left at the knee, her upper body twisted so that she faced left.

Misdirection. Anyone unfamiliar with the dancelike movements was liable not to notice what she'd been doing with her right hand. She pointed her dagger at Kila's chest, and he could tell from the look in her eyes that she knew he would be able to disarm her, if he so desired. Moving with catlike grace, she stood upright again, sliding the dagger back into the sheath concealed up her sleeve.

Her form, it was so familiar. Closing his eyes, he watched the scenes playing out behind his lids. A little, pert face screwed up in determination as she tried to imitate his movements. That same face beamed with delight when he praised her for a perfectly executed kick. She had hungered for his approval. Like a wilted flower exposed to the sun at long last, she had directed her face toward him, eager to bask in the light.

"Annalith," he said. "That never was your name, was it? I thought as much, though I didn't want to press you on the point. You were a skittish creature as it was."

"It was my mother's name," she said, and he heard the catch in her voice.


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