Dead Stars - Part One - Two (Emaneska #3 #4) by Ben Galley

Dead Stars - Part One (Emaneska #3)

The sky is falling.
The world trembles beneath it.
Emaneska is crying out for a saviour.

Somebody is hunting down the Written in the wilds. Murdering and skinning them alive. Who? A mere girl. A girl who was born to rip the stars from the sky and bring them crashing down to earth. The direst enemy Emaneska has ever faced.

In the wake of the Battle of Krauslung, the world has changed. For the darker. For the stranger. Magick swells like a storm, spilling from the stunned lips of farmboys and milkmaids, burning spell books to cinders at the lightest of touches.

As Krauslung unknowingly balances on a knife-edge, tension mounts. Insidious whispers have begun to spread, drawing new enemies to the surface. Discontent, fear, betrayal… it seems that the girl is not the only enemy Emaneska must face.

Who can stand in their way? Will it be a pair of struggling Arkmages, one blind, one Written? An Albion maid, on the cusp of her wedding day? Three shadows of gods? Or will it be a ghost, a bloody rumour, lost in a dark world of murder and bitter memories?

One question above all lingers on their lips:
Where in Emaneska is Farden?

Dead Stars - Part Two (Emaneska #4)

North, is where the battle will take place.
North, is where Farden must go.
But to death, to glory, or to both?

The Arka have chosen their champion, and now he must lead them to the top of the world - The Spine, where the black mountains belch fire, and where the battle against cataclysm will take place upon the ice.

As they travel north in a warship clad in iron, the Krauslung they leave behind is crumbling. Not under the onslaught of the girl and her daemons, but from within, under the force of greed and poisonous ambition. It seems there are too many battles to fight.

Now, with the Sirens silent, the frozen north in uproar, and the responsibility mounting, Emaneska’s champion must face a choice.

Can he tread the tunnels of Hel to save the world? To save a woman more ghost than alive? To claim the armour he has always longed for?

For salvation lies in the hands of a Knight fifteen-hundred years dead, and in the red-gold armour of a certain mage.

Salvation lies with Scalussen.