The Burning Sands
Classic Sword and Sorcery in a world of endless deserts
The Burning Sands is an adventure into a land of barren deserts and mysterious cultures. Following in the footsteps of Robert E. Howard’s “Conan the Barbarian”, the tales of Brego are fast paced adventures in exotic lands!
Blood of the Desert
As he escapes from a life of slavery, the Taerwyn nomad Brego crosses the wastelands of Erimos. He must flee slavers, bounty hunters, and other more nefarious threats. As he seeks to shed the iron bonds of his youth, Brego treks across the Northern Peninsula in search of something he has never known: a home. In the process he finds something he never expected to find: a family. Allying with an assortment of unsavory misfits, Brego must fight his way across the Cressian Badlands to find the Taerwyn of the Great Salt Sea. Here, Brego seeks to rejoin the people of his blood: the blood of the desert.Available 01/18/2019
Into the Red Wastes
Brego has finally returned to The Great Sand Sea, only to find his people in disarray. Threatened constantly by slaver raids and orcish marauders, the Taerwyn nomads carefully consider their options. War looms on the horizon, and all of the chaos centers around the fate of one boy. Timik, son of one of the most powerful Taerwyn chieftains, has been taken by the orcs of the Red Wastes. As his people prepare for a war that will surely see decimation on both sides, Brego and his new friends set out into the Red Wastes to search for Timik. Freeing the boy might be the only way to prevent bloodshed, but the boy himself harbors a terrible secret. Will Brego free Timik to prevent the coming war, or will he sacrifice the boy to prevent even greater horrors from being unleashed?Coming 03/22/2019 from Kyanite Publishing
Brego grunted as he pulled his scimitar free of the warrior’s gut. The man dropped to his knees with mouth agape and eyes wide as he watched his life blood pour out onto the sands. The nomad swordsman turned on his heels before the dead man fell to the ground. Another warrior charged at him; and he brought the heavy, curved sword around in a wide arc which shattered the haft of his foe’s wooden spear. The eyes of the soldier grew large as Brego followed through and crashed his shoulder into the man’s wicker shield. They both fell to the sands, rolling over each other across the rough ground. Stones bit into Brego’s flesh, but he ignored the pain. They came to a stop with the nomad atop the warrior, and both had lost hold of their weapons in the fall. Brego easily overpowered the smaller man, and soon his hands were crushing the throat of his enemy. He felt something pop under his thumbs, and the pale northern man’s last breath was lost in a gurgle as blood frothed from between his lips. Brego got to his feet and looked around, narrowed eyes squinting out from a russet shemagh that covered his head and face. He rubbed blood from his bronze skin with a handful of sand, brushing the last few grains off on his simple hide skirt. There had been two other men, but the sound of distant hooves and a growing cloud of dust bespoke of their flight. Alive, they would tell others they had seen him. This he could not allow.From Blood of the Desert, by B.K. Bass bkbass.com kyanitepublishing.com