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He looks out the window to see what is going on as the carriage has come to a stop and sees that his guards are battling with Cayheri and the carriage is surrounded by what he assumes to be Cayheri rangers as they all have bows cocked and his way. He throws the door open and as he steps out, vines rise up out of the ground, slithering up his legs and tightly winding around his torso, attaching his arms to his sides and encasing his hands.

“What is the meaning of this! Do you know who I am!?”

“We are well aware of who you are Khilseith Olastra, elder of Galna Alari, and Archmage.” 

Khilseith turns his head to see who is speaking. Standing near him is a Cayheri man dressed in dark leather and furs, his long white hair in braids, and holding a tall black staff decorated with bones and feathers. 

“How DARE you treat an envoy of Queen Liliana Mordov, not to mention a mage of my standing! Release me at once!”

“Oh no Archmage. We will not be releasing you. Not until I cast something to ensure you won’t be using any of that power on us or our king.”

He taps his staff on the ground and starts chanting, his words form symbols in the air surrounding the archmage. He steps closer to Khilseith, opens his hand, and blows a small cloud of dirt on to Khilseith. He smirks as Khilseith’s eyes turn darker and darker blue as he gets more and more angry at this treatment. Khilseith shudders at the fact that he is now dirty on top of being bound, and that bothers him more. His eyes roll back as the other elf’s spell takes hold. The druid snaps his fingers, making the vines release Khilseith. The archmage shakes his arms,  tries  to calm himself and focus, then opens his eyes and snaps his left hand. Nothing happens except a spray of glitter flying out of his fingers.

“HOW….WHAT….!” Khilseith stammers in his anger and disgust. “Your king will hear about this cur!”

The man cackles. “Oh I am sure he will, but I answer to someone much higher than both of you. And you do not wish to go up against him, Lord Olastra.” He bows then disappears in a puff of smoke, along with all of the rangers that had been circling the carriage. The soldiers that were still standing and had been fighting with Khilseith’s guards ran off into the woods and disappeared. 

Khilseith stands there sputtering, incensed. He couldn’t believe he had just been attacked and taken over by a grimy peasant! Looking around at the remaining guards, “Get back in formation and let’s get to that king. I want answers and someone’s head for this!”

from Ch. 7 ‘A Royal’s Undoing’ Cyn A Snow 2018


Teaser Time!


Lily and her guards returned to the Sanctuary and as soon as she was inside, she sent a couple to send for her father. She waited in the throne room for him, sitting in the throne, letting the magic weave around her and calm her.

Theren entered the throne room and saluted her.

“My Queen, you summoned me?” His voice strained and cracked as he greeted her formally.

“Yes Father. I am your queen and it’s about time you remembered that. I just had a conversation with Mother. Seems whoever killed her made it where she cannot tell me who killed her but said YOU would know who I could talk to to cast a spell that will allow me to see what happened through her eyes.”

Theren’s eyes narrow as he listens to his daughter. Then he sighs. “Fine. I will help you with this, but only because it is my duty to do as my queen commands. And leave it to your mother, even in death, to remember this type of magick.”

He goes and gets a chair and sits at the bottom of the stairs that lead up to the throne. He rubs his face and Lily notices that he has aged some since the last time they saw each other, which was interesting as most elves do not show their age. Thinking about what they’d both been through lately, she realized that it really shouldn’t be surprising. She had been told that elves decided when and if they showed their age, as well as choosing when they left Vaedrathan and moved into the Spirit Fields. This thought made her wish she and her father weren’t fight. She’d already lost one parent while they were arguing, she didn’t want the same to happen with her father. She started to say something when Theren raised a hand.

“I’m sorry this is taking me so long to tell you. You must understand it is not easy and not something that I can freely talk about with just anyone. I have….a friend. An old colleague from ages ago when I was young and involved with my studies. This…friend chose to become what we call a lich. He chose to enter the realm of the dead before dying because he wasn’t done learning things and was curious as to what happens on the other side. He is the only person that knows how to do what you are wanting to do. I must tell you though,” he pauses and looks at her. “While this spell is not forbidden, it is frowned upon and is not talked about other than to warn young mages to stay away from it. There is no creature in the whole of the realm with a deeper understanding of death than Rien. He is one of the walking dead but you’d never know it. You have passed him many times when we’ve been in the city and when we buried your mother he was there. If you truly want to do this, you must go to the Royal Mausoleum and seek him out.”

Lily listens as her father gives her this information, tapping her fingers on the arm of the throne.

“Thank you for telling me this, Father. I shall seek this Rien out, do this spell, find out who killed mother and do whatever needs to be done. I hope you will stand with me when that happens. You may go.”

She waves her hand to dismiss him because as much as she didn’t want to end this conversation this way, now was not the time to get soft.

Theren stands and salutes her, puts the chair back where it belonged and headed to the doors.

“OH and Father? Mother wants you to contact her. Says she needs to talk to you about a few things,” Lily throws this information out to him, a smirk on her face as she knows what that conversation is going to be like for him.

As he leaves, she sees him hunch over and hears a heavy sigh before he walks out and closes the door.

from ‘A Royal’s Undoing’ by Cyn A Snow ©2017

New bits, who the heck is the bad guy, and holy crap I’ll be done soon!



Hi all!

I have been busy working/re-working parts of A Royal’s Undoing and adding new bits as stories and characters have a habit of changing as THEY see fit, whether the author likes it or not. We are here to write their stories, not force them to go where WE want them to go.

Now, those that have been around since the beginning, THINK they know who the bad guy is, and I can’t wait for them to read who it actually is! Villains are fun I’m learning, but a lot more complicated than heroes.  With villains, not only do you need a backstory, but you (the author) have to understand WHY the villain is doing what they are doing and then convince your readers and make them hate your villain. I am having fun exploring writing really bad guys though, even though I never thought I would.

My word count sits at just a little bit above 40k so I am thinking I have about 20-30k more to go before the book will be done! I am so excited, but scared to death if I am going to be honest with you all, and I will always do that as honesty is a HUGE thing for me.  I’ve written a couple short stories but this will be my very first full novel and I just can’t believe how close I am to being done, nor can I believe the amount of people I have that are excited to read it.  I really hope that this book is everything everyone thinks it will be.

I will keep you all updated as I move closer and closer to those wonderful words THE END.