The lovely Painted-Bees drew up Annie and Hak! This is the same talented gal who made the cover for my novel. She still might be taking commissions  if anyone needs a great artist! Have a little blurb from book 1 to go along with it :)    “Hak?”    “Yes, Annie?”    She tucked the smartphone into her hoodie pocket and sat down in the dirt next to him. “What will you do when we arrive in Meda? After all the stuff with the council and when I get to go back home… What do you plan to do with your life?”    Hak seemed startled by the question. “It depends on what the council wants me to do.”    “What do you want to do?”    “I … I am not sure. I will most likely return to Falishan and try to find some way to stop Voltay.”    “And then?”    “I do not think I will survive beyond that. I said I would try to destroy him. It may be the last thing I do with my life.”    “And … and you’re just okay with that? You know it’s a suicide mission and you’re just like ‘whatever’ about it?” Annie gripped his arm and pointed in the direction of Meda. “Don’t you want to live? You know, go out and dance and find pretty girls?”    “That is not the life I am meant to have,” Hak said brusquely.     Annie folded her arms and sneered. “God. Aren’t you being a bit melodramatic? You need to ease up a bit, Hak. Enjoy life.”    He growled at her and pointed at his scars. “How, Annie? How am supposed to lead a normal life?”    “By not giving in to all these horrible, angry emotions! You’re still a good person, Hak! Don’t go throwing your life away because you feel some sort of revenge is necessary!”    “It is the only way.”    “No, it’s not! You were given a second chance, Hak.”    He shook his head angrily at Annie. “You do not understand anything. I was given another chance at life so that I could warn others. The stars know I have done that, and now I must find a way to get my magic back and destroy those demons, or die trying.”    “Ugh, I wish you didn’t value yourself so little!”    He gave her a haunted look. “It is easy to be worthless without honor, Annie.”    Hak stood, and walked toward the hot springs without another word.    She wished there was something she could say to make him feel better. She couldn’t understand his culture, and the fact that he balanced his decisions on the fragile whims of fate. To survive his torture only to throw himself at the Shafani Army. Despite the heat of their campfire, Annie began shaking. She found it very difficult to fall asleep that evening. Her dreams were full of cliffs and falling helplessly into a white void.

The lovely Painted-Bees drew up Annie and Hak! This is the same talented gal who made the cover for my novel. She still might be taking commissions  if anyone needs a great artist!

Have a little blurb from book 1 to go along with it :)

   “Hak?”
   “Yes, Annie?”
   She tucked the smartphone into her hoodie pocket and sat down in the dirt next to him. “What will you do when we arrive in Meda? After all the stuff with the council and when I get to go back home… What do you plan to do with your life?”
   Hak seemed startled by the question. “It depends on what the council wants me to do.”
   “What do you want to do?”
   “I … I am not sure. I will most likely return to Falishan and try to find some way to stop Voltay.”
   “And then?”
   “I do not think I will survive beyond that. I said I would try to destroy him. It may be the last thing I do with my life.”
   “And … and you’re just okay with that? You know it’s a suicide mission and you’re just like ‘whatever’ about it?” Annie gripped his arm and pointed in the direction of Meda. “Don’t you want to live? You know, go out and dance and find pretty girls?”
   “That is not the life I am meant to have,” Hak said brusquely. 
   Annie folded her arms and sneered. “God. Aren’t you being a bit melodramatic? You need to ease up a bit, Hak. Enjoy life.”
   He growled at her and pointed at his scars. “How, Annie? How am supposed to lead a normal life?”
   “By not giving in to all these horrible, angry emotions! You’re still a good person, Hak! Don’t go throwing your life away because you feel some sort of revenge is necessary!”
   “It is the only way.”
   “No, it’s not! You were given a second chance, Hak.”
   He shook his head angrily at Annie. “You do not understand anything. I was given another chance at life so that I could warn others. The stars know I have done that, and now I must find a way to get my magic back and destroy those demons, or die trying.”
   “Ugh, I wish you didn’t value yourself so little!”
   He gave her a haunted look. “It is easy to be worthless without honor, Annie.”
   Hak stood, and walked toward the hot springs without another word.
   She wished there was something she could say to make him feel better. She couldn’t understand his culture, and the fact that he balanced his decisions on the fragile whims of fate. To survive his torture only to throw himself at the Shafani Army. Despite the heat of their campfire, Annie began shaking. She found it very difficult to fall asleep that evening. Her dreams were full of cliffs and falling helplessly into a white void.