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This series is written by four authors: Miranda Kate, Michael Wombat, Victoria Pearson and Lisa Shambrook. Four heroes, four quests, one mission: save the Summer Realm The Summer Realm's Minister of Secrets and Lies, Ulysses Rasselas, fears things are spiralling out of control; the attacks on the coast are relentless, the army scattered, and he hasn't heard from his agents in weeks, while the cockatrices grow ever bolder. Ash, the spy, was last seen stealing a Tatankamul and disappearing into the Saher accompanied by Councillor Cooperson's son. But the desert without a guide is a death sentence; he only hopes Ash has an exit strategy. Tricky, the agent pulled from another world, has been spotted in High Vebren, no doubt on some kind of tree business. Reports that both she and the recluse, Wren, were seen conversing with Bathsheba, the Mage of Tane, makes Rasselas uneasy. Battie is a wild card, and he can't be sure she's actually aiding his agents. And since grounding all commercial airships, Cleaveskull and his crew have dropped off the radar. Without a report from the parrot Rasselas planted in their group, all he can do is trust that they've managed to acquire the ingredients needed to save the Summer Realm and were on their way. The battle is coming. Rasselas just prays they'll be ready for it. Battle of Wind and Fire is the final book in the Summer Realm series, an epic fantasy with dark themes, containing an array of LGBTQIA+ characters, disabled people living their best lives, and bad-ass women. A steampunk adventure story that will keep you reading into the night.

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A Yorkshireman living in the rural green hills of Lancashire, Michael Wombat is a man of huge beard. He has a penchant for good single-malts, inept football teams, big daft dogs and the diary of Mr. Samuel Pepys. Abducted by pirates at the age of twelve he quickly rose to captain the feared privateer 'The Mrs. Nesbitt' and terrorised the Skull Coast throughout his early twenties. Narrowly escaping the Revenue men by dressing as a burlesque dancer, he went on to work successively and successfully as a burlesque dancer, a forester, a busker, and a magic carpet salesman. The fact that he was once one of that forgotten company, the bus conductors, will immediately tell you that he is as old as the hills in which he lives. Nowadays he spends his time writing, telling tall tales in his bio, and pretending to take good photographs. Lisa is a neurodivergent writer and artist, delving into sensitive subjects that will lift your spirit and steal your heart. She conjures worlds of fantasy, and post-apocalypse which will ignite your imagination. Born and raised in vibrant Brighton, England, living by the ocean heavily influenced her sensory and emotional writing. She works with the senses, description, and colour, and her readers will easily visualise the narrative. She draws inspiration from her chaotic family, memory, and imagination. After she had her first of three children they moved to Carmarthen, West Wales, a market town also rich in legend and lore. Now she loses herself in the mossy forests and finds herself in creativity. She has an Etsy shop, Amaranth Alchemy, where she creates magical crystal grid art prints and postcards using nature, enchanting stones, and gems with intentions and spiritual energy. She also breathes new life into old pages, creating bookpage gifts and art from old, worn, torn, and abandoned books. She loves family time, walking in forests with her dog, watching waves crash on the beach, photography, crystals, art, and last but not least, writing. Victoria Pearson lives behind a keyboard in rural Bedfordshire, where she spends most of her time making up strange stories, and writing them down.When she isn't writing twisted fairytales or going down a research rabbit-hole for her next weird story, Victoria enjoys making YouTube videos, and she has been known to dabble in painting.Heralding from the late 1900s, Victoria can, obviously, recite every line from every cheesy 80s or 90s movie you care to name, but she has no idea where her keys are.

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