Book Title: Reunion of the Three
Author: C.S. Harris
Publisher: A New Reality Publishing
Cover Artist: Christopher S. Harris
Release Date: February 29, 2024
Genres: Urban fantasy, epic fantasy, space opera, polyamory
Tropes: Lovers reunited after a long separation, heroes
Themes: Reunion, coming together, being free, being authentic, self-discovery
Heat Rating: 2 – 3 flames
Length: 95 000 words/320 pages
It is not a standalone book. It is book 1 in the Ring of Worlds series.
Book two is out on April 25, and book three this summer.
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Love, Longing, Great Magic, and a Fat Orange Cat.
Blurb
Foreseeing the annihilation of Gaea by the Tèng Empire and the demonic Sogma, Alexander Eldred and his allies, Imara Inanna and Sirenī Adamma, marshaled their magic to thwart the calamity. Their triumph brought them back to their homeland of Demurria, only to be sundered by a government edict citing their immense combined strength as a threat: Alex is a magical prodigy and never forgets a spell once he’s seen it written or cast. Imara hears the universe as a symphony and can control reality with her voice. Sirenī is blessed with fatal beauty, a power so great it can compel into obsession any who behold her.
After fifty years of enforced separation, compelled by a fresh premonition, Alex challenges the mandate to reunify with Imara and Sirenī. This time, the peril extends beyond Gaea, endangering the entirety of the Ring of Worlds, threatened by a formidable necromancer’s dark influence. To prevent the spread of this malignant corruption across myriad planets, the trio must reunite and elude the Unified Government’s grasp, racing against time to safeguard the future.
Please note: The central narrative follows a group of main characters engaged in a polyamorous relationship. Initially, the relationship comprises one man and two women, evolving to include an additional man, forming a balanced quartet where each individual shares a deep, equitable connection with the others. Although the story is rooted in the genres of epic and urban fantasy, rather than romance, it includes moments of intimacy that encompass a spectrum of orientations and identities, including interactions among women, men, and supernatural beings such as vampires. Additionally, the narrative features a secondary character who identifies as non-binary. The same gender relations are blatant.
Reunion of the Three
Imara Inanna walked down the hallway with her left hand on the wall. She counted the doorways as she passed. Under her hand, the peeling paper and chipped plaster felt rough and unkempt. When she’d first moved in, the building was beautiful. She’d been happy then, as much as she could be.
The building had disintegrated with time; now, it seemed to crumble more every day.
Much like me.
Imara smiled at that, but her thoughts were bitter. She’d had too much time to think since she’d stopped talking to people. She’d been social when she was young, but after Layton’s death she’d wanted solitude. She tolerated people in small doses; otherwise, they grated on her. She found it was easier to avoid them than to put up with them.
When Imara’s confinement started, she needed something to occupy her, and having a child provided that—for a couple of decades. Layton had been everything to her, but events took him away.
Just like they took Alex and Sirenī.
Imara knew she had too little to keep her occupied, which left her with time to dwell on the negative. On Gaea, most people lived well without working and had everything they needed to survive, thanks to the magical utility grid. Maybe she’d focus less on what she lost if she had more in her life, but that wasn’t the case.
A smile quirked her lips as she approached the door to her apartment. She felt for the knob and clenched her fist, humming a simple melody to make the energy spark over her fingers. It swirled about for an instant before it slipped into the lock and tripped the tumblers as her spellsong ended.
Imara opened the door and stepped inside. She closed the heavy wooden panel, took a single step into her living room, and froze. She listened but didn’t pick up anything with her astonishingly sharp hearing.
Something tickled her senses, though. She lowered the bag in her left hand to the floor and clapped her hands together. She sang a sharp note that pierced the air of her apartment and washed her sightless eyes with patterns and colors akin to echolocation.
What the spellsong revealed shocked her. She reeled and locked her knees to keep on her feet.
Impossible! Her mind rejected what her magic showed her.
She clapped her hands together again and sang that single, sharp note. She was desperate to see, to confirm the apparition was real. Her magical energies flowed out, and the images returned to her brain.
“Alex?” she gasped. Her voice held equal measures of excitement and fear. She was excited to see him but afraid that it was a dream.
The apparition nodded as her sight faded again. She held out her arms, heard footsteps, and was wrapped in his embrace. The familiarity of his smell engulfed her, and the pounding of his heart mirrored hers. Imara began to sob uncontrollably because everything about him felt so real.
She, Alex, and Sirenī saved the world. The government, afraid of their power, separated them. Alex lived in his ancestral home on the northeastern coast of the continent in Timil Deeps. Sirenī moved almost to the west coast, returning to her natal home in Glendale. Imara landed right between them: Louden sat northeast of the country’s capital, Columbia.
Forty-eight years, she thought.
They were apart that long after being together for ten.
It was brutal.
The government monitored them and made sure they stayed apart. The three of them were allowed to send each other one letter yearly, written on paper, with no magic allowed. Their magic was the reason for the separation in the first place, so it was no surprise to any of them that their communications had to be mundane.
Imara continued to sob into his shirt. Alex held her tightly, and though he didn’t express much, she felt wetness in her hair. They stood together for a long time.
I’m an artist and author who’s been crafting stories since my childhood. My debut series, ‘The Ring of Worlds,’ is inspired by my love of high-fantasy and science fiction. When I’m not writing, I enjoy gaming, reading, and exploring new worlds—real and imaginary.
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