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Kurintor Nyusi: Diverse Epic Fantasy
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As the gods battle in the heavens, darkness descends on earth.

The Keepers of Nine guide the primordial Kurintor warriors protecting the mortal world from the demons of Ashemohn. But after a god's corruption empowered their demon goddess, Sokka, her manipulations have brought the Kurintor to the brink of extinction.

Can the Keepers of Nine awaken the Kurintor descendants in time to defend the Fifth Kingdom, or will the wraiths Sokka has sent forth destroy them?

It isn't prophecy, destiny, or a birthright, that will decide the fate of the mortal world.

It is choice.

"An attention to atmosphere and psychological insights is just one of the strengths that lend a touch of the fantastic to even ordinary scenes and descriptions." 
D. Donovan – Midwest Book Review

"I am a huge sci-fi and fantasy fan. Some days I believe I've simply read too much in these genres, so it's just too difficult to find a new writer, book, or series that can really excite or surprise me. Then, on other days, I read a book like Kurintor Nyusi by Aaron-Michael Hall. Suddenly, I'm excited by a new writer and I'm seeing new things in one of my favorite genres."
R. Simmons - Readers' Favorite

  • Books by Aaron-Michael Hall

  • Diverse Epic Fantasy with a Grimdark EDGE:
  • The Rise of Nazil
  • Seed of Scorn
  • Piercing the Darkness
  • Science Fantasy:
  • Rites of Heirdron
  • Orbs of Trenihgea
  • Diverse Epic Fantasy:
  • Kurintor Nyusi
  • Tamesa
  • Coming Soon
  • Blood of Oisin
  • Keepers of Nine
  • Shades of Ashemohn
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Release dateMar 14, 2018
ISBN9780998409061
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    Kurintor Nyusi - Aaron-Michael Hall

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    DIVERSE EPIC FANTASY

    Aaron-Michael Hall

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    © 2018 Aaron-Michael Hall, aaronmichaelhall.com

    All rights reserved. No portion of this book or parts thereof may be reproduced in any form, stored in any retrieval system, or transmitted in any form by any means—electronic, mechanical, photocopy, recording, or otherwise—without prior written permission of the publisher, except as provided by United States of America copyright law. For permission requests, write to the publisher, at Attention: Permissions Coordinator, at the address below.

    P.O. Box 2586

    McDonough, GA 30253

    [email protected]

    This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

    Artist: Upied

    Cover Artist: Julie Nicholls

    Editor: Morgan Smith

    Proofreader: Michael Moon

    ISBN: 0998409049

    ISBN Paper back: 978-0998409047

    ISBN Hard cover: 978-732979413

    LCCN: 2018902965

    CURRENT TITLES

    The Rise of Nazil

    Seed of Scorn

    Piercing the Darkness

    Rites of Heirdron

    Orbs of Trenihgea

    Kurintor Nyusi

    Tamesa

    UPCOMING RELEASES

    Keepers of Nine

    Blood of Oisin

    Midwest Book Review – D. Donovan

    "Many epic fantasy reads hold the same familiar trappings: destiny redirects a young life, heritage dictates its obstacles, the protagonist either rebels against or struggles to achieve his birthright, and new abilities come into play to change everything.

    Kurintor Nyusi takes a different approach, adopting a focus on protagonist choices in the face of changing circumstances and emphasizing these changing options at different points during the tale.

    The battles aren’t just physical confrontations, and they don’t always take place in the arena of a physical world, either. That's just one powerful piece in a story that winds through threats and arrogance, strong female characters who wield swords and defy death, and one savvy girl's devotion to her Da and herself.

    One strength to note in the course of these events is the language Aaron-Michael Hall employs to describe scenes and characters: Druehox was a smug churl who wouldn’t have given her the time of day had she wanted his attention. Since the opposite was true, his advances bordered on stalking. Every night, he appeared to have a different woman’s company. They doted and sniffed behind him as if he was the ruler of the twelve kingdoms. An attention to atmosphere and psychological insights is just one of the strengths that lend a touch of the fantastic to even ordinary scenes and descriptions.

    Another strength lies in the story line's emphasis on developing mental as well as physical prowess. The descriptions of training and battles are well done, as are the explorations of how such training occurs on different levels. These insights influence into other kinds of preparations for survival against all odds: You have to be aware of your battlefield, Damali, he lectured, using his cover to mask his position. There’s more to combat than speed and brute force. Use your mind and harness your true abilities.

    From the loss of parents and the desire to carry on their teachings to unexpected new beginnings Once the gate closed, Alyelu grinned. I’ve shattered the mirror, Father, and buried the past. With your death, I’ll truly begin to live."

    Kurintor Nyusi is replete with subplots that cover various forms of choice and transformation. Wind these elements into an epic fantasy filled with satisfying battles, confrontations with self and others, and changing ties between present, past, and future for a powerful saga especially recommended for epic fantasy fans who like their action-packed stories seasoned with examinations of personal power and how that is cultivated."

    Readers' Favorite – R. Simmons

    "I am a huge sci-fi and fantasy fan. I have been reading these two genres since I was a kid. Greek and Norse mythology, Arthurian legends, Robert Heinlein, Isaac Asimov, comic books, classics, I read it all. So sometimes it's hard for me to get excited about new books or new writers in the genre. Some days I believe I’ve simply read too much in these genres, so it’s just too difficult to find a new writer, book, or series that can really excite me or surprise me. Well, that’s just some days. Then, on other days I read a book like Kurintor Nyusi by Aaron-Michael Hall. Suddenly, I’m excited by a new writer and I’m seeing new things in one of my favorite genres. This book is good. It will surprise you with the directions in which it veers off. The characters will leave you scratching your head at the choices they make, but most of all it will keep you reading because it is so entertaining.

    When describing an imaginary world with imaginary characters, the power of descriptive details cannot be over emphasized. This is an area where Aaron-Michael Hall excels. I felt I have been to this world. The place felt real to me and so did the characters. That was nice because as the personalities were revealed, you could see how this world, this environment, formed them and why they want what they want and act like they act. I thought the female characters were especially well written, especially considering the feudal society they lived in. The plot is good and reflects the environment and the power involved. Kurintor Nyusi is a well written fantasy novel and Aaron-Michael Hall is a writer to watch."

    ♦ ♦ ♦

    "Kurintor Nyusi is one of the most exciting and refreshing books I've read in a long time. The plot was not the usual fantasy fare, the world not like the usual worlds you find in the genre, and the characters...well, it was the characters that made this tale a pure pleasure to read. The author has created something very unique, and this is sure to be an award-winning story.

    Through the eyes of these believable and well-portrayed characters, the reader is treated to a wonderfully enthralling experience, seeing the world through their eyes and coming to care for each and every one of them. We feel their emotions, share in their pains and joys. Even the antagonists. Nurisha, Xavion, Qaradan, Zuri, Alyelu and so many more. Yet, while there are plenty of characters, I did not feel overwhelmed at any time while reading this book.

    This is fantasy as it was meant to be, not focused on creatures and landscapes, or even on the events, but on the people who live them, and we get to experience it all right along with them. I cannot say enough about how well-written this story is. This is an author all fantasy fans should keep their eyes on, and I highly recommend reading Kurintor Nyusi. I am anxiously awaiting the next book, and if this book is any indicator, the next will be magnificent! It deserves more than a mere 5 stars."

    As the gods battle in the heavens, darkness descends on earth.

    The Keepers of Nine guide the primordial Kurintor warriors protecting the mortal world from the demons of Ashemohn. But after a god’s corruption empowered their demon goddess, Sokka, her manipulations have brought the Kurintor to the brink of extinction.

    Can the Keepers of Nine awaken the Kurintor descendants in time to defend the Fifth Kingdom, or will the eidolons Sokka has sent forth destroy them?

    It isn’t prophecy, destiny, or a birthright, that will decide the fate of the mortal world.

    It is choice.

    CHAPTER LIST

    Chapter 1: Kalvgah

    Chapter 2: Chaween

    Chapter 3: Qaradan

    Chapter 4: Kurintor Nyusi

    Chapter 5: Bottled Lady

    Chapter 6: Consuming Darkness

    Chapter 7: Unknowns

    Chapter 8: Aswáylé

    Chapter 9: Usian

    Chapter 10: Journey

    Chapter 11: Enigma of Truth

    Chapter 12: Soosi

    Chapter 13: Solluna

    Chapter 14: Leather Tisa

    Chapter 15: Darkness and Light

    Chapter 16: Vision

    Chapter 17: Choice

    Chapter 18: Foes and Allies

    Chapter 19: Cresting Sun

    Chapter 20: Ambuscade

    Chapter 21: Neema

    Chapter 22: Guinem

    Chapter 23: Perpetuity

    Chapter 24: Antipathy

    Chapter 25: Ardor

    Chapter 26: Not Easily Persuaded

    Chapter 27: Lessons

    Chapter 28: Antithetical Duplicity

    Chapter 29: Harbinger

    Chapter 30: Gambit

    1 KALVGAH

    A plume of dust wafted into the air when the blow struck, propelling her backward to the ground. Nurisha grunted, glaring up at the man. She nursed her throbbing wrist, uncertain if she could withstand another one of his powerful strikes.

    Get up! Get up! her thoughts urged, willing her body to submit to her mind. She focused on the dangerous man stalking toward her, his sword glinting in the dawning rays cresting over the treetops. Each of his calculated steps matched a beat of her pulse, sending a rush of blood through her heart.

    She slid backward, desperately groping for her dropped sword, never taking her eyes from the daunting figure. He was but strides away when her fingertips grazed the edge of the pommel. After reclaiming her scimitar, she sprang to her feet, assuming a defensive posture.

    You should’ve stayed down, lass. His enormous build shielded the sun’s rise, casting an obscuring shadow over her slight frame.

    My Da taught me to never stay down.

    Dodging the oncoming sideswipe, Nurisha dove forward, ending up at his back. Though his weapon missed its mark, her foot didn’t, kicking him hard in the gut as she went by, landing in a crouch beyond his reach. It was a well-landed kick, and he’d felt it.

    Your size is your weakness, she said. And so is your arrogance.

    You’ll pay for that, he said, tightening his grip on his sword.

    We’ll see.

    With seemingly unnatural speed, he roared, attempting a glissade. Her eyes widened, retreating instead of parrying as he’d predicted. She whirled from his reach again, initiating a backward somersault while drawing her second sword. Leaping from a defensive crouch, she crossed her scimitars, meeting his downward swipe. The strength behind his attack nearly drove her to her knees and she struggled to remain upright.

    Your Da should’ve taught you to stay down, he sneered. It would’ve been easier on you.

    The Sans don’t do ‘easy’, she said, breathlessly.

    Nurisha’s visage and movements were contrary to her words. Her arms shook violently, pushing back against his blade. She couldn’t match his strength or his weight, which he applied to deliberately attempt to overpower her.

    Her teeth gnashed as she gave ground, rolling to the side, barely missing the tip of his blade. She leapt back to her feet, only to be forced into a backbend by his powerful thrust—his blade but digits away from her face as she hit the dirt. She rolled again, clumsily regaining her footing while parrying his sword a hair’s breadth from her face. When he reached for his dagger, she dipped low, side-sliding, catching him in the ribs with the hilt of her sword. As he stumbled, she kicked up, sending his weapon high while thrusting forward with her left sword. He parried the poor attempt, shifting his dagger in a reverse-cut position.

    Nurisha blocked his next thrust, but paid for it with a wicked slash at her throat. As she fell away, she lost her right sword and tried to compensate with her left. He laughed, batting away her scimitar and clutching her wrist.

    You should’ve stayed down, he said, his dagger’s edge against her throat.

    Qaradan? Qaradan? A voiced called from behind them.

    He released an exasperated sigh, tapping his dagger against her chin. There’ll be no one to save you next time.

    Qaradan! How long ya gonna make me wait? Lareese might toss my meal to the pigs if ya don’t get this wheel fixed. C’mon now, I’m miss’n my meal.

    Qaradan winked, clapping Nurisha on the shoulder. Always listen to your Da, he said, gesturing toward their barn. In truth, it was a modest six-room cottage with a smithy and barn attached to it. They’d lived in the town of Kalvgah since she was a child. Her father, Qaradan, was the only smith within the neighboring villages. With the lack of farriers, wheelwrights, and armorers available to the commoners, the stream of customers was constant, but the earnings meager.

    Most of the folk in the villages couldn’t pay for the goods and services he provided. Ofttimes, Qaradan would accept livestock or other wares in trade. Now, they had a fair amount of goats, cows, chickens, and pigs for their farm. It was a good living, and a simple life that she’d grown to love.

    Move along, Cassie, she said to the goat as it came up beside her. I need to fetch some eggs for Da’s breakfast. Move along.

    Nurisha chuckled, roughly patting its ears as she went about her daily routine. She could hear Qaradan and Strähn bickering about the morning meal as usual. Strähn’s cart needed repairs often, and he squabbled about its condition and Qaradan’s lax demeanor when fixing it.

    Once she’d fried the eggs and ham, she heard Qaradan’s heavy footfalls on the wooden steps. She rushed around, setting out his meal and pouring him a hot cup of coffee.

    Smells good, ‘Risha. Any biscuits left?

    They’re warming now, Da. Did you want some honey, too?

    He rubbed his hands together, offering a broad smile. Nothing better than your hot biscuits and honey.

    Well, I can think of a few things, she said, bringing the basket to the table and taking a seat across from him. As he began to eat, she nibbled her bottom lip, looking up at him. Qaradan was a large man, larger than most in the surrounding towns and villages. Although nearly fifty, his work as a smith had kept his considerable six-foot-five-inch frame well-toned and muscled. His raven curls was shorn short, still full, yet peppered with streaks of silver. Nurisha didn’t miss the attention he received from the women in town. She smiled at that. If her Da noticed the extra attention that they paid to him, he didn’t make it known. He put his energies into their small family and farm.

    You’re sure quiet today, he said, shoveling another spoonful of eggs into his mouth. Don’t worry about your training; we’ll have more time before evening meal. Gotta focus more on the sword than those fancy tricks you like doing with your bow. Now, you got Aljoša doing them, too. You both need more sparring practice, but I’ve got a few things lined up today, and the animals need tending first.

    You’ve been more aggressive lately, she said, stroking the fresh bruise on her arm. I used to fare better when we sparred.

    Can’t get better by staying the same, he said, motioning to his empty cup.

    She grabbed the tin of steaming coffee and another slice of ham. I know, Da. I’ll do better next time. I’ve had a lot on my mind.

    Not Druehox, I hope. That coxcomb skamelar ain’t worth teats on a bull.

    Da!

    Qaradan shrugged. Well, he ain’t.

    Don’t worry about Druehox. He’s the last thing on my mind. I was thinking about heading down through Shade Fall to do some fishing after tending the bees. It’s been a while since we had some fresh fish.

    Might be best to wait and we’ll go together in a few days. Folks been talking ‘bout some big cat roaming around Shade Fall. No telling what might be lurking in them woods.

    Da, I’m not afraid of any cat. I’ve been trained by the best. She smiled. I’m no stranger to the woods either. Besides, not even a wild cat would dare approach the daughter of the formidable Qaradan San.

    He chuckled at that, leaning back in his chair. Still, no sense taking unnecessary chances. We’ll go down to Crossover River in a day or two. Plenty to do here first.

    She sighed wistfully, offering a nod of assent. As he continued his meal, she thought about the last time they’d trekked down to Crossover River. When they traversed the earthen trail, she felt as if someone or something was watching them. Nurisha couldn’t shake that feeling, and the hairs on her arms rose as she thought about it.

    Is that still bothering you? Qaradan asked, noticing her rubbing her wrist.

    She examined the raised, discolored mark again. It had begun bothering her lately, and was larger than it had been. She’d been born with the mark, and never thought much of it until a few weeks ago. After her twentieth name day, she noticed the elongation. Now, it was nearly three digits…twice the length it had been. At first, it merely itched as if a dozen insects had stung her during the night. Lately she’d noticed a strange shimmering and tingling sensation as well. She didn’t mention that to Qaradan. He worried too much as it was.

    Just itches a little.

    Best be going to visit Chaween and have her look at it. She’ll make up a salve for you and probably a tincture of herbs. Can’t have the best archer in town missing her shot ‘cause her wrist won’t stop itching.

    She laughed. I can do without Chaween’s concoctions. They taste horrible.

    Yep, always have, and they always work.

    Da?

    He shook his head, stuffing the rest of a biscuit in his mouth. Ain’t taking no for an answer, ‘Risha, he said, rising and kissing her cheek. Tend to your chores for now. Aljoša will be by soon enough to help in the smithy. I want you to pay Chaween a visit on the morrow and get some of that pinacate salve when you go.

    Her face scrunched. Da, it stinks!

    Worse thing I’ve ever smelled ‘cept a rotting boar. He chuckled. If we’re going through Shade Fall it’d be best to have the salve. Now, go on and tend your chores, got plenty of my own to do.

    Yes, Da, she said, not turning until the door had closed behind him.

    Qaradan was the only father she’d ever known. Nurisha’s mother, Esmel, died when she was but ten. That’s when she’d learned she wasn’t their natural child, although she always felt as if she was. In fact, many townsfolk had commented on their likeness. Esmel had the same caramel-colored skin and coiled tresses as she did. Nurisha even had one brown eye like Esmel, the other grey like Qaradan.

    They loved her endlessly, and probably would’ve never told her if Esmel hadn’t insisted after falling ill. They’d discovered Nurisha at the edge of the Matryohn Wood near the northeast side of the kingdom. Esmel had spoken of it as a miracle straight from the goddess Yemojan.

    When they set camp near the tree line, Qaradan inspected the area carefully, as he always did. After years of scouting and serving as a sentry in Zradiir, he knew the best areas to camp and those to avoid. With the rogues and banditti stalking the main roads, one had to be cautious, especially when traveling with women. He set his usual traps and kept watch most of the night while Esmel slept. However, when the moon surrendered to the sun, the brightest ray shone on a basket tucked beneath a bush. Nurisha’s basket.

    They couldn’t offer much information regarding her birth parents or home, just that they were traveling from Zradiir to Kalvgah and found Nurisha along the way. Esmel had recently lost their third child before they’d decided to make the trek. She’d enjoyed her tenure as a teacher, but there were too many memories in Zradiir, too many reminders of hurts and disappointments. When they found Nurisha abandoned, they felt the gods were blessing them and their new start. Nurisha had never visited Matryohn Wood, though she’d promised herself that she would. There might be answers there, and she intended to find them.

    With that, she glanced down at her wrist again, sliding her fingertips over the raised, jagged mark. It looked more like a strike of lightning than anything else…a peculiar mark that matched the color of her one pale grey eye.

    She sighed then, pushing up from the table. Those answers would have to wait.

    ♦ ♦ ♦

    Nurisha removed her tunic and lifted the smoking pan from the fire. She did her best to clear her recent thoughts and focus on her chores. When she opened the door, she could hear Qaradan arguing with another neighbor about prices. They didn’t need the extra coin, but he wasn’t working for free, either.

    Folks don’t value what they don’t earn, ‘Risha. You don’t have to charge ‘em a lot, but charge ‘em something. A man feels more a man when he’s earning his keep, she thought, recalling Qaradan’s words.

    Waving the billowing smoke from her face, Nurisha stepped down to her worktable. After scooping a ladle of roasted fenugreek from the pan, she sprinkled it in a large bowl of wild mallow and olive oil. As Nurisha continued to mix the sticky concoction, she gazed out at their ploughed fields. The new planting season was fast approaching, and Aljoša would be at the farm more often. Although he helped her Da in the smithy, during the planting and harvest, he spent more time with her. She wouldn’t admit it, but she enjoyed being with him more each season. She smiled at that, spreading the fenugreek mixture over her arms and face.

    You don’t need to be putting that stuff on to keep me away. All you have to do is say so.

    She suppressed her smile, turning around to face Aljoša. I’ve said so more than once. How’d that work out?

    Well, you didn’t really mean it then, he said, leaning down to kiss the one clear spot on her cheek. Besides, it’d take more than that to keep me away. Not even your Da could do that.

    It didn’t appear that way a fortnight ago. She chuckled. I’ve never seen anyone run so fast. Tell me: how’d you get your face to change color like that? It was paler than last winter’s hard rime.

    He joined in her mirth, removing his baldric and jerkin. His smooth, almond-colored skin glistened in the sun’s light, and she did her best not to notice. Aljoša dipped his hands in the bowl, rubbing the mixture down his chest and abdomen.

    Can you put some on my back? he asked.

    She looked up, examining every inch of him. His corded muscles flexed, and she followed the alluring curve down his back, admiring the perfect fit of his trews. Licking the dryness from her lips, she cleared her throat, turning back to the table. You don’t need any on your back, or anywhere else for that matter. I don’t want you going near my bees. I swear: you and Da are worthless when it comes to such things. Haven’t you been stung enough?

    He shrugged. Just helping out where I can. Besides, Chäna was asking ‘bout the honey mead.

    You tell Ms. Chäna that I’ll be adding a few casks to her regular delivery soon. It needs a bit more time before it’ll be ready. Don’t worry, she said, grabbing a pail from the ground. You’ll have your mead and some roast boar, too, if you’re feeling up to a hunt.

    I’ve been practicing, you know?

    I hope so, ‘Joša. Maybe you won’t scare away our meal this time.

    Ain’t no one as good as you with a bow, ‘Risha, but I’ll be making the next kill.

    That so? How about you tell Da that I need you for a bit. After I check on my bees, we’ll head into Shade Fall. Just remember: if you make the kill, you prepare the meal.

    I can find my way ‘round a kitchen well enough. Chäna and Aemar made sure of that.

    Better sharpen your skinning knife, then, she said, walking away. And put your clothes back on.

    Shytahn

    Alyelu fastened the clasp on

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