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    Spell Taster: A Knight So Bold and Daring, #1
    Spell Taster: A Knight So Bold and Daring, #1
    Spell Taster: A Knight So Bold and Daring, #1
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    Spell Taster: A Knight So Bold and Daring, #1

    By Jonathan Evan Hudson

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    Jrago Spelleater hunts demons and loves it. Even the thrill of his first hunt alone. Especially when a horde of demons secretly invades his world.

    An invasion only Jrago knows about. One only he can stop.

    Truly a milestone both for Jonathan Evan Hudson and for the genre of epic fantasy thrillers. Join Jrago fight to save his world in this sexy, action-packed first book of A Knight So Bold and Daring. If you love nonstop action and adventure with stunning blends of magic and monsters, then you'll absolutely love Spell Taster!

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherBlack Fang Press
    Release dateFeb 24, 2023
    ISBN9798215297056
    Spell Taster: A Knight So Bold and Daring, #1
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    Jonathan Evan Hudson

    Widely traveled, Jonathan Evan Hudson spends as much time studying life as he does writing gripping tales of fantastic adventures. From the giant redwoods of California to the deserts of Israel, his thrilling stories all draw on first-hand experiences and expand them with the fantastic and his acclaimed creativity.

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      Spell Taster - Jonathan Evan Hudson

      Prologue

      The sky was a red wine for the eyes, and a sunset on mankind if Vonerie Willows failed her mission tonight.

      Yeah.

      (So long humanity, it was nice knowing you …)

      Thankfully the ferns everywhere were both plentiful and towering high here. Higher than her own five foot eight. Helping her hooded cloak of mottled green hide her amazingly well from the many unfriendly eyes gathering nearby.

      She wouldn’t even need to use her innate elven ability to fade into the forest. Like a forest spirit. Undetectable by natural senses.

      (Except her enemies never only used natural senses.)

      And the clanks of all those wicked steel weapons. The countless bestial grunts, cries, and snarls of demons and their many minions. All that revealed their numbers, their locations too.

      That they had already gathered in the thousands.

      Only a hundred paces behind her.

      And closing in.

      Closer.

      And closer.

      But no. Calm down. But hurry hurry hurry still. While taking in the strong smell of the pine forest, of the orange needles carpetting most of the rich dark soil, ah, yeah.

      It was almost as wonderful as her own homeland far away. Even if the trunks of the crooked pines here at Storm’s End were only as wide as her own arm rather than several arm spans wide like the Greenshard Forest, the place she called home.

      Any elf could walk among those mostly straight branches. But these pine trees were still too young to risk it. Unless a dire enough need arose. She couldn’t walk both swiftly and silently among them. She was skilled but not that skilled.

      Not yet.

      Not unless she was found. Had to hurry even faster.

      She was only twenty one. Her aging hadn’t slowed. Not yet. And an elf whose aging hadn’t slowed was still considered too young, too klutzy to be trained in all the elven ways.

      But not too klutzy to sneak passed an entire demon horde.

      Really.

      No amount of arguing with those ancient elders changed their minds either. Their minds were as set as the stone thrones they loved lording over others on. Her own mother and father wouldn’t even side with her. Like usual.

      No bow and arrows either. Not even a dagger.

      Forget a staff or wand. No magic.

      Nothing. Not even chants or hand gesture spells.

      Not until she unleashed the blessing the elder inflicted on her. Some blessing of high elven gibberish that, supposedly, would ensure she’d find and awaken the Chosen One.

      (Whatever that meant.)

      Until then just stay hidden. Sneak passed the enemy. Oh, and hurry hurry hurry.

      The blessing would fade by morning.

      By the next sunrise. Along with her own life—if she didn’t unleash it on the right whoever.

      So hurry hurry hurry so much her legs ached ached ached.

      Yet those snarls, grunts, and clanks—closer closer closer.

      But if worse came to worse, and she did get caught, she better go use that stunning youthful beauty of her body and soul to entice their unholy demonic appetites.

      Uh huh.

      Because, of course, they would be perverts of the upmteeth degree just like those ancient elders always were. So, of course, those demons would be eager to feast on both her soul and body, but, of course, they’d need to make a deal with her first. A binding deal made willingly, without coercion, technically, or else that would ruin the stunningly amazing flavor entirely.

      Uh huh.

      Maybe that’s why her parents and the elders all insisted she wear this incredibly skimpy and awfully revealing dress that covered even less of her than her own long golden hair.

      So hurry hurry hurry even if her loincloth of a skirt tended to show her red panties more often than not.

      Thankfully her hooded cloak covered her entirely.

      For now.

      Her soft leather boots and the thick layer of pine needles on the ground were more than good enough too. For now. They both ensured her stride stayed perfectly silent without slowing her down one bit.

      That the enemies coming closer closer closer would never hear her hurry hurry hurry.

      No matter how close they got to her.

      All to hurry hurry hurry passed them. To reach the exorcist templars. The human warriors who fought the demon menace ever since the demon’s last war of conquest. Warn the templars of the newest prophecy.

      Of the Chosen One among them. Chosen by the Divine Light to end the menace once and for all.

      Or doom all the free races to demonic tyranny for all eternity.

      Whether they’d even believe an unarmed, nearly naked messenger girl … even she wouldn’t believe her …

      At least the tremendous roar of the nearby waterfalls should drown out the little noise her hurry hurry hurrying did make. The raw powerful smell of the mile-wide river falling thousands of feet and slamming into a cascade of boulders should help hide her scent.

      And in this crazy heat her sweaty … shutter.

      That mountain ridge ahead was thousands of feet high. It spanned endless winding miles and miles, but it formed one last natural barrier against the demon hordes.

      The main barrier was several miles behind her, where the underworld, the world of the dead, overlapped with

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