Everything that has an End (Color Variant B)
A Rising Knight, no. 1
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Vlad didn’t ask to be born a half wizard; he didn’t ask to be knight, most dangerous of the breed; and he defiantly did ask for the war coming his way. That’s ok. Some gifts are better when they’re a surprise.
These are moments that will define his destiny. He will choose a path; a name and standard. He will be born in darkness and baptized in blood. Angels will lie broken before him.
It's funny, but you wouldn't think being hated and hunted could save you. It saved Vlad. Find out how by reading the ongoing A Rising Knight series.
A Rising Knight Vol1: Everything that has an End, is the first volume of an anthology short story series chronicling the journey of a half wizard living in New York. This first volume covers the start of the three journeys he will take to becoming one of the most hunted wizards in history.
Chronicling the first four years of Vlad’s life as a Knight wizard, this first volume will take you from the first moment he gets a taste of power, to the moment he takes up the persona that will make him a legend among his people to the moment he learns it's not enough to play the part. You have to be the real thing if you're going to do anything worthwhile.
Featuring artwork by Paulo Barrios as line artist, David Delanty on colors for variant A and Michele Wilson on colors for variant B.
The back matter features a galley containing sketches by the author and cover artist as well as all three variant covers.
Thumbing the MP3 to shuffle, the Knight leapt from the girder. Around him he wove something he'd been working on. A cloak of living shadow that covered him from head to toe in swirling darkness but for a pair of glowing red eyes. In his ear The Man Comes Around4 began to play.
And I heard as it were a noise of thunder.
Fire bloomed all around the commander and her group. Not hot enough to burn through their shields, but enough to blind night sight and mark their position for the other groups. Before any of them could react, he was there, among them, close enough to smell the stink of sudden terror that rose off their bodies. The commander was his target. Take her out and the rest would be slow to change tactics, too slow. While she was still trying to draw her sword or fire a spell to hold him off the Knight put his hand on the small woman’s chest. A single cord of air broke past her shield and expended in her heart. It exploded. He was moving before she knew she was dead.
There's a man goin' 'round takin' names.
He broke right and slipped through the Hunters of the commander’s group. They were still trying to react to his attack. To his eyes they moved as if in slow motion. The other groups reacted faster. The Knight made it out of there a split second before the remaining four Hunters were torn apart by bolts of lightning, balls of fire and bars of light. The music did not cover the sound of their screams.