The Sartious Mage (The Rhythm of Rivalry)
At just seventeen years old, Jek Trayden's power with Sartious Energy could be the greatest in the world, but that power comes at a price--a darkness within him that attacks while he sleeps, producing nightmares so real they leave him bruised and bloody.
With the attacks worsening, Jek can't refuse an opportunity to end his nightmares for good when the King promises him a cure in exchange for a task. But after the King's true intentions are revealed, Jek finds himself in a fit of rage, stealing the King's fearless and livid daughter from the palace--on her wedding day--and fleeing the city with the wrath of her father on his tail.
Jek's about to find out there are some things in this world worse than his darkness.
A note on this novel in relation to the series
The Sartious Mage can be read as the first or second novel in the Rhythm of Rivalry series, but it should be read before the third. This novel takes place in the same world and at the same time as Bastial Energy, but on another continent with different characters that play a major role in later novels.
innocent lie by telling him I wished I could. The whole time we spoke, I wondered what Harwin would make of this experience when he was older and understood what really had happened. I felt sadness tugging on my heart, knowing his father most likely would describe me as a villain. The little boy’s mind was easily turned, and I imagined his father had more sway than anyone. When Micah Vail came to take me away, I knelt down one last time for a hug. “Bye, Harwin. I’m sure we’ll see each other
pouring, he looked at me with a wry grin. “Giant and I love tea. We drink it every day.” I was thirsty, and it smelled wonderful, but I felt it was wise to trust Micah. The way the brothers looked at their steaming cups—if eyes could drool—made me a bit nervous about what kind of tea it was. Goreng blew on Giant’s full cup for him, testing it with his finger every so often. “It’s ready,” Goreng announced. He and Giant held their cups in the air. Goreng motioned for me to do so as well. Giant
adviser, had warned me against it, but I didn’t see an alternative. “Are you listening? It’s worth more than your life!” “Quiet, I’m trying to think.” She gasped, muttering something under her breath. I looked at her and noticed the bottom of the wedding gown falling below the tarp. It would need to be cut. I decided to try a different technique than my first one. It was time to get assertive and hurry this along. “I don’t think you realize that you’re the captive.” I gave her a glare. She
saw an inn, I was more worried than relieved because if it didn’t have a place to bathe, that wouldn’t stop me from renting a room. That meant my promise would be broken—something I’d hoped to avoid. But we needed food, water, and sleep. If she didn’t understand that—too bad. She’d ruined her chance to bathe in the last inn with her demand for my arrest. I could feel both devastation and relief building as I opened the door to the inn. One of them would overcome me depending on whether there was
“The rest is for you.” She squeezed close to me to dump the bread from her arms. She pulled two apples from her pockets. “These as well.” “This is very kind of you.” I wondered where I was going to put everything. I could hold the bread and flask with one arm, but I wasn’t keen on riding a horse that way. Then there were the apples. I took a sip from the flask, thankful it was indeed water, then slid it into my back pocket and took the apples with one hand. “You won’t miss the flask?” I asked.