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Travel from a Land of Skies isolated in space to civilisations flourishing underground, from a chaos curtain to sacred sites and more, in this epic fantasy/sci-fi omnibus. Lore of Arcana Omnibus includes The Infinity Mantle, The Kinfire Tree, The Drowned Throne, and The Dragon Circle and delves from the deep and forgotten past into a speculative future, knowing time cannot be truly measured. Time moves between realms and reality in a fashion contradictory to our present, and exposes creatures of myth and legend.

Torrullin’s sanctuary is invaded by a desperate call through the spaces. Someone has stolen the Xenian seer, Lowen Dalrish, and he suspects it is Agnimus, the draithen, who nearly annihilated his world and then vanished without a trace. Meanwhile three Valla heirs await the rising of the Valleur Throne; only one will be chosen as Vallorin. When a prophecy is uncovered about Three Kingdoms and rumors of an army secretly building to prevent it, Torrullin realizes the three heirs to the throne are in danger, for the warmongers believe he will carve out Three Kingdoms.

According to legend, a paradise awaits across the plains, a sanctuary that has survived every impact and every battle. Known as Arc, it is a place of isolation, a place to restart civilisation. A fireball grows ever larger in the skies and ancient enemies wing through the spaces; the world Massin is the gathering place for every omen of disaster. Every resident soul faces a choice.

From the realms of prophecy and reincarnation to the reality of ancient dragons, feathered magicians, and Darak Ors, from dreams to the scrying bowl, from thrones to forest clearings, this epic sci-fi/fantasy omnibus edition journeys through, and finely weaves, fact, and fantasy. Part One includes The Kallanon Scales, and The Nemisin Star. A city of stone is discovered in a place forbidden to all. An ancient map leads them there and it changes the future. Ancient kingdoms are exposed, as well as shadowy spheres of influence.

At the End is an insight taken from FingerNale Tales, and tells the story of a woman looking back over the years of her life.

There are eyes on its wings. Many have this subterfuge somewhere upon them, out there in the wilds, and, therefore, the concept is not exactly strange. Used to fool predators, it is an effective tool of disguise. But this is not a creature of the wilds. What is this winged wonder?

It’s a hot day in Cape Town, but a woman holds the vigil at a window overlooking the beach. She has repeatedly dreamed of a sailing boat, a lost soul perhaps, entering upon silver streaks on the water. Is this merely dreaming or, as she believes, a vision? She will watch, she will give it this one day and night, and then go on with her life, and waiting with her is Barney, her beloved dog, and Fantasy, her snooty cat. Man, a girl and her fur babies get hungry while waiting for something to happen, and yet her instincts keep her there...watching...waiting....

The town of Flarant is abandoned to its fate, year after year. Year after year, the people of Flarant lose their children to the ghosts and ghouls on All Hallows Eve. They cannot flee. They are beyond all hope. And then a stranger enters the town in the days leading up to the event. This year, there is difference in the air. This year, the children are not alone.

Two thousand years have passed since the epic explosion of the Valleur Throne. After employing the golden seat as a weapon, Torrullin enters the invisible realms and drags the Darak Or with him, thereby gifting the universe a time of unprecedented peace. Now, there are multiple signs of approaching doom.

What does a girl do when the fantastical creatures she creates for a charm bracelet come to life? Emily questions her sanity when a troll lifts his mace and a wizard defends with his staff and hightails it out of her studio. When her dad phones the next morning to say he’s coming over, she is beyond relieved.

First lockdown has ended and classes are about to resume, but nothing is as it was. Leanne regards her studies as outdated for an utterly changed world, and decides to do something to help others instead. Her friend Alex has a plane and he is so in when she suggests volunteering in Morocco, and will fly them there. Soon, the sky above and the sands of the Sahara below will tell their tale.

Alyria is sleepless in humidity, her thoughts in turmoil. Going to her studio to paint, she discovers that someone has broken in and stolen her art, and the thief may still be in the house. Brandishing a paintbrush as weapon, she prepares to defend herself....

Valarians prepare for winter. Many died in summer, more will succumb to the cold. Only the heat of hope sustains them now. While waiting for the opportune time to strike, Margus secretly begins a different kind of campaign: soul-snatching. He rebuilds his army with the souls of Valaris. Waiting for Margus to reveal his game plan, Torrullin steps blindly into Vannis’ final prophecy.

Margus and Torrullin are two faces on the same coin. No matter how opposite they are, they remain equal, except Margus has no qualms in using Torrullin's twin sons against him; an agenda he knows causes his enemy suffering. Tymall is the dark twin, whereas Tristamil is the light. To negate their destiny, desperately seeking release from their symbiosis, they must fight until only one remains standing.

Emma Reed is Ward Sister at a frail care center. When Celeste Harwood is admitted, she is suspicious of the woman’s motives. Has Celeste come to hide from the world? If so, that is not right; her bed is needed for someone deserving. When Emma sees how wary the nurses are of Miss Harwood, she understands something else is at work. Her doctor arrives and tells a tale of murder, of a woman about to suffer a terrible death, and Emma’s curiosity is aroused.

From the cesspool of Silas Island into the underworld of Two Town, the battle for Valaris continues. As epic storms batter the continent, men, women, and children succumb to soltakin touch and darkling blade. It is time to unveil the hidden half-race from under the sands of the Vall Peninsula; Valaris needs soldiers as much as she needs hope. It is time, also, to face Margus in his lair and throw down the gauntlet.

In a society that could be ours, or not, in a time that was, or not, there hunkers a stone castle. Inside is Bronwyn, a woman ruined, a woman with a wooden leg. She has a tarot deck able to manipulate destiny, and a list of names. Her time for payback has now come. Somewhere in the cold dark halls another stalks in stealth, cloak swirling, stripped of life, a man who waves crystals over a scarred table, binding each name to an attention-seeking card. Zanderin will play this game, for he, too, seeks something.

An ancient map, a strange prophecy, and anyone who dares speak of it, dies. A new enemy enters the Valla arena, but this one is as old as time and seeks a forbidden place. An ancient map points the way. Sorcery and technology work together to contain a creature created of time and fire. The terrible secret of the source of Valla power is uncovered and, as friends and family are murdered, Torrullin reveals the truth about the Valla Dragon, a secret about greed from the era of Nemisin.

After a disastrous beginning in the country, Thomas Henson begins his new life and career in the city. He must now step up or fail in this issue of being an adult. There is no trust fund and the silver spoon has long been melted. Thomas will negotiate the ways of city living, of city working and of city romancing. We do hope dear Thomas finds himself now, although we know so well how everything, simply everything, is an issue for our Thomas. Fingers crossed!

Thomas Henson has issues, 13 of them, and, indeed, one of them is superstition. When his life of luxury ends and he is dumped into an impoverished state, all these issues come home to roost, making it impossible for Thomas to stand up and take responsibility for his life. He even despises his name! Most all, however, he hates his neighbor, the ever-laughing Ethan Danwick-Blythe, who has a perfect name and a perfect garden.