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Blood for Magic

Twenty-year-old Tarquin is smart, tactless, and braver than he knows. He's also been Mage of the Realm of Kelor for two years, taking the title from his mother after she died protecting Kelor from a terrible threat.<br><br>Mages, unlike all other magicians, give their blood in exchange for far more powerful magic. Unfortunately for the Mage of the Realm, there's always the chance one day Kelor will need magic of such potency that a mage will have to give not just their blood, but their life. Tarquin's mother already made this sacrifice, and Tarquin knows it's likely also his fate.<br><br>While on a quest to heal his brother, who is dying because of Tarquin's reckless mistake, Tarquin is attacked by a horrific, flesh-eating monster. He's saved by an enigmatic and mute young soldier, called "Five", who is cursed with a terrifying appearance that conceals the heart of a knight. There's an almost instant attraction between the two men, but no time to explore it. The monster's attack is the harbinger of a new invasion.<br><br>With Kelor helpless, the realm's only hope lies with Tarquin. Just as he feared, his sole choice is to sacrifice himself the way his mother did, in exchange for magic strong enough to destroy the coming evil. He's prepared to give up his life to save the realm, but before the battle is over, he'll be faced not just with his own death, but the death of everyone he cares about.<br><br>Including the cursed soldier he's come to love.

Aundrea Singer · LGBT+
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97 Chs

Chapter 45

“Of course I will,” he said briskly. “Right now, though, all I want to find is breakfast.” He smiled as he held the library door open for her.

She smiled at the bad joke just as Tarquin hoped she would. “At least that’s one problem easily solved.”

They ate in the kitchen, squished together at the end of a worktable to be out of the way. Tarquin took a long, welcome swallow of tea. It wasn’t quite as good as the restorative, but that was kept in the sickroom and only doled out under the watchful eye of Mundir. “I need to go back to the magicians’ library after this. I want to have something concrete to offer if our fears are confirmed when Ainya and Five get back.” He rubbed one eye, wishing he could somehow rub alertness into his brain. “I wish they were back already.”

Prea nodded. “I do, too, but they aren’t late yet. And no one is expecting you to have all the answers, Tarquin. You aren’t the queen’s only advisor.”