Books by Kim Alexander
‘A unicorn walks into a bar….’
That is not a joke.
Look, I’m a bartender, I have nothing to do with the xenos. I don’t care if it’s an elf or a vampire–as long as they don’t bother me, I steer clear. I have my reasons–you can see them in the scars on my neck.
I never wanted to get involved. But my life changed for the second time when I saved the life of a unicorn. I made an enemy of something old–old and evil, and whatever it was, it’ll be back for another try. I also made a friend when I decided to help March. He’s only been a human man for a day. I’m responsible for him now. He’s my friend…and maybe something more. Maybe a lot more.
It doesn’t matter to me that he isn’t magical anymore. I don’t care if he’s not PURE.
But he does.
From best-selling author Kim Alexander, a modern fairy tale of magic, love, and redemption.
The huge dark bulk of Gardenhour rose at his back…at once a blessing of family and security, and a curse of loneliness and lies…
A dangerous man with a dark and tragic past
An innocent girl with dreams of a bright future
Can Gwenyth’s love drive away the shadows that lie over Max’s heart, or will she pay with her life for daring to claim him as her own?
Readers of The Sand Prince will recognize the Duke, his great horse Mammoth, and his beloved Gwenyth. Finally available on this world, The Claiming of the Duke is the novel that brought the warring kingdoms of Mistra and Eriis together, and now you can read the entire novel that began Rhuun’s journey through The Door.
Praise for The Claiming of the Duke-
“It is a great book.” Prince Rhuun of Eriis
The Demon Door can be opened…but the price is deadly.
Rhuun, the half-human heir to the demon throne of Eriis, has found acceptance among the humans on Mistra. He even found love with the tempting and infuriating human, Lelet va’Everly.
With Lelet at his side, his ability to create fire has finally awakened, proving that he is not the cursed cripple all of Eriis believed him to be. There are secrets in his blood, unique and powerful…and worth killing for.
When Rhuun is betrayed and tricked into returning to Eriis, Lelet has no choice but to turn to exiles, children, and madmen to save him. She must do the impossible: transform herself into a demon and travel to a forgotten city to make an agonizing bargain for his life.
Surrounded by dark Mages, a war-hungry Queen, mercurial Goddesses, and enemies on every side, the demon prince and the human woman will find the Court of Eriis a subtle and dangerous place, and one false move could doom them both.
Best-selling author Kim Alexander works her magic once again, creating a novel with worlds that are as rich and complex as her characters. The Heron Prince is the second book of The Demon Door series.
Blood is power
Love is pain
Destiny awaits beyond The Door
“When the storm came, it was made of magic, not rain, and when it had passed, the life and the city Hellne knew were changed forever.”
In Kim Alexander’s debut novel she weaves a witty, epic fantasy brimming with diverse characters and plenty of intrigue.
On the war-ravaged demon world of Eriis, Hellne, the fierce young queen, fights to keep her people alive.
On the green and gentle human world of Mistra, the demons have faded into myth. Only a handful of old men and children still guard The Door between the worlds.
Bound by magic
Rhuun, the Prince of Eriis, uncovers a forgotten book written by a human, sparking an obsession with the other world. When he is forced to flee Eriis he must escape through The Door or pay the price in blood.
Divided by a door
The humans of Mistra are not what Rhuun was expecting—and one insufferable young woman in particular is about to find out that the demons of Eriis are not mythological after all . . .
September 29, 2014-
A couple of things. First, I have to thank my editor Debra Ginsberg, who gave me some rock solid advice and made this a better book. Also, I apologize to Debra for the whole it’s/its thing, I think I have it hashed out.
So I’m done with Book One, THE DEMON DOOR. I am hip deep in Book Two, THE SAND PRINCE (shit gets real, people) and am thinking deep thoughts on Book Three, which will be called The Third Power unless the folks at HBO have a better idea. (haha, sob.)
I’m seriously considering self publishing. I still need a cover artist. I have a very long way to go. But I finished!
Here’s an excerpt:
What if I could go there?
The thought just appeared in his head as if it had been waiting for him to catch up.
What if I could really go there?
The idea took on some urgency when he realized the last few pages of his book were missing. There was going to be a wedding – Sir Edward had been killed – once on the dueling field (he was just faking it that time) and again from the Duke flinging him out a window into the rocky crags of the sea below. (It was all very dramatic.) The murder was solved, the jewels had been found, even Cook and old Mrs. Beedle had agreed that sweet Gwenyth would make a perfect bride. But the Duke hadn’t appeared at the chapel (what was a chapel? It had been one of his complete failures of translation. He decided it was a beautiful hall, something like where his mother held Court but cooler) and Gwyneth in her white gown (the color was extremely significant and since the color white on Eriis indicted victory won without battle it made a sort of sense) was in tears at something called an altar. And then – nothing!
“You ought to go, then,” said Ilaan one particularly hot afternoon as they lounged in the library. Aelle gave him a death glare, which had lost a great deal of potency as they grew up.
They were halfway through a bottle of sarave, (they had experimented with adding water and ice to the liquor, but Rhuun preferred to drink it straight) being by this time old enough to not have to steal it, and Ilaan was in an expansive mood. “You should sneak through the Door and find the person who wrote it and ask what happened to your girlfriend. Beast, you’d be a legend.”
“She’s not my girlfriend,” said Rhuun uncomfortably, at the same time Aelle said,
“I wish you’d never found that stupid book.”
The human world and all the nasty, vulgar creatures in it was the only competition Aelle hadn’t managed to drive away.
“Did you ever figure out what all that scribble was? On the back page?” asked Ilaan.
“No,” answered Rhuun. “It must be from before the War, but I can’t make it out. Plus its got some nasty brown stains all over it.”
“Time to throw it away,” muttered Aelle.
“Can I see it again?” asked Ilaan. “I’ve been studying pre-War language and it would be a perfect project. I’d get all sorts of credit. Did I tell you, the Mages contacted Father. They’re interested in me.”
Rhuun was not surprised to hear it. “Are you interested in them? I mean, they know everything about everything, no one gets to look at their books, but don’t you have to live down there?”
“Father has some ideas about that. We’re going down to see them soon, I’ll let you know if its too hideous to bear. So can I see it?”
“I suppose,” said Rhuun, “as long as you don’t plan on setting it on fire or something.”
“Bring it tomorrow and maybe we can start to translate it. Who knows,” he added with a wide eyed whisper, “it may open The Door.”
Aelle stood up. “I’m glad you think this is so interesting but I don’t think it’s funny at all. The law is in place for a reason, as you both very well know.” She marched off.
“She’s really angry. Maybe we shouldn’t do this,” said Rhuun without much conviction.
“Her friends at Court don’t like you anyway, this will give her something to complain about,” said Ilaan with a grin. Then he sobered and said, “This is all thanks to my father, I’m afraid. Aelle wold never say she wants the High Seat – that sounds a little too…head chop offy? Shall we say?” Rhuun had to admit she’d never put it that way. “She will say, and does want you to follow your mother. That’s the Natural Order of Things According to Aelle. But also she wants you where she can keep an eye on you. If you set off an a grand adventure, so do her plans – and I’m afraid Father’s plans have become her plans. Not that she doesn’t care for you, you know she does. But maybe we ought to keep this between us.”
Rhuun thought, A grand adventure which leaves her behind. Just like her father’s been doing her whole life. But if I really could…
“If I could really go there…” Rhuun was no longer thinking of Aelle or her plans at all. “I’ll bring you the book tomorrow.”