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    Tales From The Renge: The Prophecy, Book 3: Descent Into Madness
    Tales From The Renge: The Prophecy, Book 3: Descent Into Madness
    Tales From The Renge: The Prophecy, Book 3: Descent Into Madness
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    Tales From The Renge: The Prophecy, Book 3: Descent Into Madness

    By Jaysen True Blood

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    The youth, Contikiraud, is a precocious five year old with a mind of his own. When the gods inspire Niobe, his mother and the governess of Yndarr, to send him into the grip of the Inquisition as a spy, he is allowed to believe it was his own idea. Once there, he finds himself in a nightmare world where the cruel demimage tortures adepts to sate his addiction. In the world beyond, a war brews that will cause gods, legends, and near mythical peoples clash with the Inquisition and the remnants of the Nobilis.

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    PublisherJaysen True Blood
    Release dateJan 18, 2020
    ISBN9781393584230
    Tales From The Renge: The Prophecy, Book 3: Descent Into Madness
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    Jaysen True Blood

    Jaysen True Blood was born and raised in the Midwest where he currently resides. His first taste of writing came early in grade school with a class assignment. a few years later, his love for writing would return as he found himself with another class assignment, this time a poetry unit. through junior high, he would write a series of novels, many poems, and begin his long interest in writing song lyrics as well. In high school, he would learn the value of tall tales, myths and other kinds of stories as he continued to build his store of stories. upon graduation, he went for a semester at a university, where he would write two stories, one of which would become a serial online for about six months. Returning home, he worked at just about anything he could find, but never strayed far from his love of the story. After his first marriage, he signed on with Keep It Coming, an e-zine, where he wrote two serials, "Tales From The Renge" and "Breed's Command" (the same characters appear with Fancy Marsh in several subsequent westerns. The serial was taken from a manuscript written for a class assignment while in high school). H also wrote writing and music related articles for the print version of KIC that came out for just three issues. When KIC went under, Jay was once again forced to work at different jobs just to make ends meet. between 2007 and 2010, Jay would release "Seven By Jay: Seven Short Stories", "The Price Of Lust: Book One Of Faces In The Crowd" and "So Here's To Twilight And Other Poems".

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      Tales From The Renge - Jaysen True Blood

      1.

      The leaders of the  Bendith, Darkmoor, Incubi, Succubi, Manotaur, Red Cap, the manticore, and Black Annis all sat before Kyrzhad. These outcasts were reviled and hated throughout the lands adjoining the Renge. The Darkmoor were the only barbarian tribes who never invaded the Renge. The Bendith Y Mamou were the dark elves from the Gaelheim Fenns who kept the wars there going. The Incubi and Succubi both represented the remnants of the demons who once ruled the lands that still remained among men. The Manotaur and Manticore ravaged the eastern wastes. Red Cap and Black Annis were, well, simply the most evil beings of all the lands.

      The Darkmoor was led by Daarklore. Over his two millennia of life, he had killed countless unicorns and dragons. He lived for the hunt only, it didn’t matter what was hunted. Even war was a hunt for him. He knew no mercy. His icy stare, enough to freeze any heart.

      Thardym led the Bendith. Hateful and malicious, his people often raided simply to kill. It had been said that no smile had ever graced his lips nor kind words issue from them. Yet, Kyrzhad thought that he saw a smile there now.

      The Incubi, as with their sisters the Succubi, had been the only two demon-peoples not banished from the lands after the gods succeeded in crushing their dark empire. By themselves, the two tribes could do little more than drain an occasional victim of life. They fought no battles, waged no wars, and deaths by their hands were few. Neither represented quite what Kyrzhad had in mind as far as an alliance was concerned.

      They represented less a warrior breed and more of a political assassin prototype, being able to quietly slip into a rival’s bedchamber to drain them during sex. Still, he felt they would be of some use even if they did not wage war.

      The manticore and Manotaur, on the other hand, were very warlike. And volatile. Mercurial at best, they represented both a great alliance as well as a deadly possible foe. Neither had ever allied with men, seeing man as their mortal enemies. This fact, alone, gave Kyrzhad the most concern.

      Red Cap and Black Annis were loners. Neither belonged to any tribe or people. Then, again, none would accept them. Their motives remained their own in any alliance they entered making them unpredictable and untrustworthy. Their cannibalistic rites and horrid habits made them nearly impossible to be around. Kyrzhad continually tried to keep from gazing at these two as he surveyed the group.

      Standing, he began. You all wonder why I asked you here.

      Thardym scowled. Get to the point, man-child.

      The emperor let slip a crooked, nervous half-smile. I am in need of allies. The Renge has begun to fall away from my rule and I need—

      You need us to scare the errant lands back into submission, Black Annis growled.

      Kyrzhad tried to brush the statement aside. I need allies to help me wage war against them. After all, your enemies have allied themselves with my enemies and we will be fighting the same armies, no matter where the battle takes place. Or have you forgotten about the Council of the Alliance?

      No one has forgotten anything, Red Cap rasped, that is why we came at your request. Otherwise, we would have come to kill you. You mean little to any of us. It would behoove you to remember that, son of man.

      Daarklore rose. "The Darkmoor seeks no war. For millennia we have lived in peace with our enemies, allowed our wyldehunt on its proper date every year. A blood tithe has been sent to us every summer to satiate our thirst for blood and our lust for the hunt.

      "What have you to offer us that we can’t already take from you? We cared not for the Renge and her people, allowing the raids to happen. And those raids were caused by our activities, not by the need to seek new fertile lands. We pushed the tribes into your lands, not famine. It would do you well to take care who you invite into your lands. Your people are nothing more than prey to us. Do you truly believe that we care what happens?"

      Kyrzhad swallowed a growing lump in his throat. I realize that you all have your reasons not to ally yourselves with me, just as I have every right to seek your people out and destroy you. But I can assure you that I have no intention to do so. However, I can help you win dominion over those who now hold you down. My armies would be there to help you and my best general, Hadrax, would lead them.

      We fight no wars, the Incubus began, as his Succubus counterpart nodded in agreement, We merely take any who enter our domain. The marshes have ever been our homes and none should stray there. What would you have us do?

      I will need assassins, the emperor replied, who’ll take whoever I send them against.

      CONTIKIRAUD HAD GROWN like a weed. At five, he seemed every bit the precocious child that the gods had promised. Like a sponge, he soaked up all the histories and lore old Bezreddyn  shared with him. his thirst for knowledge couldn’t even be sated through lessons on the magicks. Even that which Niobe taught him could slow his curious mind.

      Both saw his inquisitiveness as good, how else would he grow to become the savior the lands had been promised? They only hoped that the gods still desired the boy as their chosen.

      Still, his shock of tasseled, disheveled flame-red hair and his fathomless black eyes separated him from other children his age and frightened the other parents. Bez couldn’t help but smile at their fear. Still, he felt for poor Con who had become ostracized and isolated.

      But the boy seemed not to notice. Something kept him from seeing how others felt about him. Perhaps the gods were protecting him. Or maybe he chose not to see.

      Whatever the case, he was oblivious to it all. And it made Bez so much more proud. Niobe, too, fell deeper in love with the child, desiring to see him grow into the promised savior.

      She was saddened at the same time. She had a mission for him once he turned nine. She needed him to infiltrate the Inquisition and gather information for her. she needed to know what really happened to those children who’d been sold to the Inquisition once they were taken to Valthrid. More importantly, she needed to know how best to combat the Seekers and the organization itself. Only by planting a spy within could she ever hope to learn what she desired to know.

      2.

      Golmagug sat upon his throne, moping. Three lands had barred his Seekers from entering. It was heresy. Even worse, the gods had been meddling in human affairs again. had the wars not taught the gods anything? Did he have to begin commanding the deaths of the gods as well?

      Yes. that was it. He would send his Seekers out to execute the gods. That would give him total control! He smiled maniacally. It was the perfect plan.

      It would also remove the gods, once and for all, from the affairs of

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