The Time Weaver Chronicles

An epic fantasy trilogy by Thomas A. Knight

"Many times I made false assumptions where the story was headed and was pleasantly surprised right up to the end.", "The story is constantly moving forward with a breath-taking pace."

   - Jeff Dawson, Review - 5 Stars

"Knight has raised the bar for other Fantasy writers."

   - Diane Franklin, The Helios Initiative, Review - 5 Stars

"I flew through this book quick 'cause I enjoyed it so much. I am ready for more."

   - Tim Moon, Review - 5 Stars

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The Time Weaver

Book I - The Time Weaver

A reluctant hero comes to terms with a new world, new powers, and a family history buried deep in the folds of time.

Seth Alkirk is a 30-year-old programmer who doesn't know he can control time. Problem is, others do. When he's kidnapped from his quiet Iowa life and taken to the parallel world of Galadir, Seth thinks he's in a dream from which he can't wake.

His kidnapper, the warrior Malia, needs his help. Her kingdom is in danger from an evil wizard who will stop at nothing to exact revenge on those who exiled him. Seth needs her protection. The same wizard is after Seth's powers, knowing they will grant the advantage he needs to conquer Malia's kingdom. Seth and Malia must work together as they travel hundreds of miles to reach the safety of her castle.

Learning to accept and control his powers is the hardest thing Seth has ever had to do, but the longer he spends in Galadir, the more he grows to love this new world and the female warrior accompanying him. When a much more ancient and dangerous wizard awakens and threatens to destroy Galadir, Seth is the key to defeating him. Now he must save a world he never knew existed with magic he never knew he could wield, if only he could learn to control it in time.

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Book II - Legacy

Once upon a time...

...a warrior of light defeated an insane wizard, but behind every heroic story lies a truth never told.

A man washes ashore on the island of Arda after a terrible storm, remembering nothing but his name: Krycin. The blue wizard Gladius finds him, takes him in, and is determined to help Krycin regain what he's lost.

The Fates have other plans. Krycin's presence on Galadir is disrupting the fabric of the universe. The solution? Eliminate him, by any means necessary. When Gladius sides with the council, his efforts to destroy Krycin spark a war that threatens all life on Galadir.

In order to save himself and what remains of his people, Krycin must defeat Gladius, but time is running out. Every step Krycin takes to destroy Gladius makes things worse, and now a massive army is marching on Findoor. Krycin must come up with a way to defeat Gladius before it's too late, and forge his legacy for the future of Galadir.

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Book III - Reprisal

Galadir is in trouble...

Their hero is missing in action, and the trouble isn't over yet. The remnants of the Findoor army, led by Malia, flee into the west after the dark wizard Grian usurps the throne.

Grian is the most dangerous threat the people of Galadir have ever faced. With a massive army of undead, he invades a kingdom to the west. Narshuks to the south are dying of a disease unleashed by Grian. Wizards to the east struggle against his wraiths to hold on to their stronghold and the libraries within.

Hope comes from an unlikely source, as one man hatches a plan that will show Galadir they can fight for themselves. But Grian has finally found what he's been looking for, and as he prepares for his final assault on the east to capture what he seeks, all of Galadir confronts him, brought together by a mysterious force.

All of the pieces are in place, but nobody can be sure if the resistance will be enough to defeat Grian once and for all.

The battle for Galadir has begun.

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Chapter 1 - Once Upon a Time

Krycin and Merek stood atop the battlements, surveying the land before them. The smell of death hung in the air. Rank upon rank of the Dark Lord's vicious army waited outside the city walls. They wore black armor, and were equipped with an array of spears, swords, and pole-arms. Each soldier carried a shield with the Dark Lord's symbol emblazoned on it in red: a lily with a snake wrapped around the stem. Shouts from soldiers stationed on the city walls rose up to their heights but became mere background noise as they mingled and lost all definition. Buildings set ablaze by the Dark Lord's wizards billowed with smoke, filling the air with ash and the acrid taste of burnt wood. Constructed of dense gray granite, the castle held firm against any magic cast at it. "So this is it then, our last stand," Merek said, turning to Krycin. His ancient face was lined with concern.

"It was good knowing you old friend," Krycin said. He looked as if he faced the gallows, but Merek sensed something more in his voice. He wasn't ready to give up just yet.

The Dark Lord Gladius paraded in front of his army on a giant black war horse. His battle cries goaded his troops into a frenzy. Their shouts and howls reverberated off the stone walls and shook the Findoor people to the bone. Krycin took a step toward the front of the battlements and paused, as though he might jump. Merek approached him and asked, "You're not going to do anything stupid are you?"

A glimmer danced in Krycin's eyes, a light in the darkness that surrounded them, and he smiled. "You know me..."

"That's what I'm afraid of." The old wizard watched Krycin take one final step to the edge of the wall and hesitate. Clothed in loose-fitting black pants and an off-white tunic, Krycin looked more like a commoner than a powerful wizard or warrior. Tilting his head to the sky, he inhaled a deep breath and held it for a long moment before letting it go.

Merek watched his friend at the edge of the wall. "Come, Krycin, let's convene with the commanders and come up with a plan. Gladius has us outnumbered and cornered, but we aren't beaten just yet." Merek's gray robes fluttered in a light breeze. A deep hood covered most of his silver hair, and the sleeves extended to the middle of his hands. Every edge of his robe was embroidered with a gold trim that gleamed in even the dimmest light.

"I'm afraid that for the first time since I've known you," Krycin said, turning to face Merek, "you might be wrong. When Gladius took our King, he took our heart and soul. The soldiers fight with little spirit, and our resources are dwindling fast. With all supply shipments cut off, we must act now, or there will be nothing left to save."

Krycin's words stung in the old wizard's ears. "You know you can't face Gladius alone," Merek said. He took a step closer to Krycin, raising his voice, "He's already taken so many of your kind. What makes you think that you will fare any better? Give us just a little more time, and we will find a way to destroy him and his army."

"Time? What would ever make you think that we had any more time? When Gladius marched from the Badlands with his army, then we had time. When he traveled across the Losteron Plains, then we had time. We had time when he killed our King, and when he destroyed so many of my people. But now? Now we don't have time." His voice grew in volume with each sentence, and by the time he finished all the commanders could hear the exchange between the two men.

Merek opened his mouth to provide a rebuttal, but before he could, Krycin turned and stepped off the edge of the battlements. He drifted down like a feather, the magical power of air keeping him from falling to his death. Dust stirred into small clouds around him as he landed just outside the castle walls. With the city between himself and Gladius, he took off running. A few quick strides later he was lost among the buildings that surrounded the castle.

Shaking his head at the display, Merek shouted orders to provide cover fire for Krycin. A small contingent of archers and shield bearers marched out onto the city walls to stave off enemy troops and provide an opening when Krycin emerged.

Krycin thundered through the city, moving past buildings so fast he couldn't tell a tavern from a smithy. The smell of burnt wood strengthened as he approached the city walls where some buildings still burned. Despite the continued onslaught of enemies, the front gates, reinforced by the power of earth, held fast.

As he made his approach, Krycin lifted his hand and summoned the power of time and space. He charged at the front gate at top speed, but the gate showed no sign of opening. Krycin continued on without a worry. Just before he struck the solid wood obstruction, he let loose the magical energy he had summoned, and disappeared, reappearing on the other side of the gate.

Scanning the battle field, Krycin spotted Gladius. He held his hand out to the side, as if holding a weapon, and summoned the powers of light and life. A sword of pure light materialized in his hand. The sword shone so bright that those looking on shielded their eyes to avoid being blinded. From the hilt of the sword, streamers of light spread up his arm and over his body. As the light encased him, it solidified into crystal creating a complete suit of armor around him. Krycin let out a battle cry and ran toward Gladius, who ignored the blinding light of his sword.

Gladius dismounted his warhorse and readied his own weapon, a sword forged of black steel that erupted into flames the moment it was drawn. The air around Gladius wavered in the heat, the interlocking plates of his black armor making him look more like a construct than a man. In his off-hand he held a large black shield that matched those of his army. Krycin saw his eyes glowing red with magic but did not stop his advance.

An instant after both men drew their weapons, they clashed together in an explosion of power. Their swords collided, raining sparks down onto the field. The blades sang as they separated and Krycin drew his sword back to swing again. His second attack connected with Gladius's shield, leaving a giant gash through the center of the emblem.

Gladius returned the attack and shoved Krycin back. With all his might, he swung the blazing sword in an overhead stroke. It crashed down on Krycin, who wielded no shield. Calling upon the power of time and space again, Krycin blinked out of existence and reappeared behind Gladius. The blade continued through empty air, causing Gladius to stumble forward. Catching himself with one foot, he used the momentum to swing his sword around the other way in a spin that would have impressed even the most seasoned gladiator.

The move caught Krycin off his guard, leaving him flat-footed to bear the full force of the attack. The black sword roared through the air and struck his left shoulder. The crystal plates gave out and shattered, allowing the sword to bite into his flesh. It seared through muscle and tendons, stopping when it struck bone. Krycin cried out, but choked back the pain and lashed upward with his sword. Having Gladius's weapon mired in his shoulder gave him the advantage he needed. His sword flashed up in an arc and caught Gladius's left arm as he tried to steady himself. The pure light of the sword penetrated his armor and separated his arm from his body at the elbow. The black shield pulled the severed arm to the ground with an ominous thud.

Gladius howled with rage and struggled to free his sword from Krycin's shoulder. "You've already lost," Gladius said as he heaved at the blade, pulling Krycin with it. "Even if you kill me, my army will wash over this land and annihilate your people. All of Galadir will tremble at their might."

Krycin dropped his sword and reached up to grab the black sword that sizzled and smoked, still cooking his flesh. The pain was almost unbearable, but he gained a good grip on the blade and looked into Gladius's eyes. Through clenched teeth he said, "What makes you think I'm going to kill you?"

A look of confusion washed over Gladius's face, and changed to terror as Krycin called upon the power of his people, the element of time and space. He drew the energy not from the world around him, but from Gladius, using the sword as a conduit. A torrent of magical energy poured from Gladius, robbing him of his strength and of all the power taken from Krycin's people. As Krycin harnessed it, his eyes blazed with inner light and the black sword glowed white-hot, fusing it with both men's armor. With a semi-permanent connection made between them, Gladius became the broken levee holding back the ocean. The magic flowed through him, and Krycin received the flood.

No matter how Gladius tried, he couldn't remove his hand from the sword. Smoke rose from his eyes, nose and mouth as the flow of magic heated his body, cooking him from the inside out. The smell of burning flesh filled the air as his super-heated armor blistered and charred his skin. Still he screamed with an inhuman strength, dropping to his knees.

The flow of energy stopped and a hush fell over the battlefield. Krycin stood like a beacon, his entire body blazing with light, and stared down at his opponent. Gladius met Krycin's gaze, his eyes filled with hatred. A light breeze blew, cooling the surface of his armor. Krycin spoke, his voice strong and clear, "Goodbye Gladius."

Merek watched as Krycin's body erupted like a volcano, unleashing a wave of energy over the entire battlefield. Most of Gladius's army was caught in the white dome, but those unlucky enough to be near the edges were disintegrated, their bodies dissolving into dust. A shock wave traveled out from the energy curtain that knocked any remaining troops off their feet and shook the castle walls. Merek held the edge of the wall to remain on his feet. The energy bubble extended out from Krycin and spared nobody in its path. Panicked troops made feeble attempts to run, but only the farthest troops stood a chance of avoiding it. Merek could see nothing inside the crackling shell until it stopped growing.

For the seconds it remained, vague shadows moved around inside it. Merek could hear his own heart beat, then it wavered and shrank down to where Krycin had stood and dispersed. All that remained on the battlefield were a few scattered soldiers scrambling for their lives, and empty grass where the black mass of the army had stood.

The land remained quiet only for a moment, both sides staring in disbelief at what they had just seen. Merek broke the silence and shouted out to the remaining Findoor troops, "Attack! Purge this land of their filth. Every one of them."

"And so, flags were raised for archers and infantry, and the front gates of the city were opened. The Findoor army swept the land and chased the remains of the Dark Lord's army back to the eastern Badlands from which they came.

"Merek ruled the Kingdom until the young prince came of age, and peace settled over the land. A peace that saw the Kingdom of Findoor thrive and grow into the greatest Kingdom Galadir had ever known."

Five-year-old Seth frowned and looked up into his father's eyes. "And what about Krycin? What happened to Krycin?"

"Neither Krycin, nor Gladius were ever seen or heard from again," Seth's father said, closing the cover of the old leather-bound book. "It's time for bed now."

Seth frowned and squirmed on his bed. "Aww, but Dad! Are you sure there isn't just one more story there? Krycin can't be gone." His eyes lit up at the prospect, but his father shook his head, dashing his hopes.

"That's all there is. Tomorrow we'll go out to the library and pick out a new book to read, okay?" He smiled at his son and tousled his hair.

"Tomorrow? But you'll work late again. And if you work late," Seth said, his lips curling into a pout, "we won't have time to go to the library, and then we won't have anything to read before bed."

"I know Seth, and I won't work late. I'll get home just in time, you'll see. Get some rest." He tucked Seth in and kissed his forehead. "Goodnight buddy."

"G'night Daddy." Seth sighed and nestled down into his blankets, ready to give sleep a go despite his racing thoughts.

Seth's eyes opened but he saw nothing. His room was dark, but a nagging feeling just below his belly told him that morning or not, he had to get up to pee or he would wet the bed. Not keen on the prospect of wet sheets and jammies, he pulled himself up and climbed down out of the large single bed. A faint line of light under his door showed him the way out of his room. He squinted in the bright hallway, the light blinding him until his eyes adjusted. When he could see again, he heard voices at the other end of the hall and forgot about his mission. His parents were having some kind of conversation and his mother's voice was getting loud. He walked down the hallway toward the kitchen, passing by the bathroom door as he went. Why is Mommy yelling, he thought as he walked, Mommy never yells.

When he was around the corner from the kitchen, he was able to make out the words and what he heard made him freeze in his tracks. "Why does it have to be tonight?" his mother shouted at his father.

"I've been discovered. It's not safe for me to stay here. You knew this day would come," Seth's father said in a very matter-of-fact way.

"That doesn't make it easier, and you know it."

"Five years ago, when we came here, we discussed this, and I told you then that this was only temporary. I can't let him find you, and he's so close."

"I just wish there was another way, I don't think I can do this without you." She was crying now and Seth could hear her sobs. It pulled at his heart and made him want to cry as well.

"If he comes, use the book, and utterly destroy him. Come now, I have precious little time to waste." Footsteps approached the kitchen door where Seth stood off to the left, and then his father appeared before him. "Seth, what are you doing out of bed?"

Seth thought for a second, then remembered, "Oh! I have to pee!" He turned and ran back down the hall to the bathroom door. When he finished, his father took him back to bed and tucked him in, kissed him goodnight, and then left the room, closing his door behind him. As Seth drifted off to sleep, the last remnants of his parent's argument escaped his memory.

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