Phil Aerix

You’d think that locating and rescuing a smoking hot catgirl princess would be a good thing. Be careful what you wish for....

The body of the latest minion of the demigod Aeyr was barely cold when we found our next urgent task. Some dude calling himself the Searcher, on the hunt for explorers and scholars, with the goal of ending their careers…and their lives.

I’ll just say it. I hate secret doors with magical locks. So much. You would think after all my smoking hot companions and I had been through, we could catch a break. I mean, Dayra, every librarian fantasy rolled up into one with a dash of bada-sery, even found a magical book to help us. But no.

Send living shadows to drag me to another world? They better be ready for a fight! I’ve always been a scrapper, so when I was snatched from my world by shadow creatures and hauled to another one, I did as I’d always done. I fought. But I still didn’t know anything about where I was.

From almost the first day I arrived in Valorae, having been abducted by dark magical creatures, I’ve had one thing on my mind: kill the demigod Aeyr. For all those he’s slain, including my best friend.

Along with the news of my super sexy foxgirl wife being pregnant with what will undoubtedly be an adorable half-fox-beastkin baby, there are darker tidings. Like, an invasion from another world kind of thing....

After the heartbreaking events in Greyveil, my sexy blue-skinned companion Brin, my irritating satyr tagalong Tip, and I head to Forgehaven. The city obsessed with turning metal into anything one could wish for.

Send living shadows to drag me to another world? They better be ready for a fight!

I was hanging out with some buddies, doing a little caving, when everything went south. When I woke up, I was in some kind of medieval dungeon. Totally naked and in the dark. Luckily, I had a neighbor in a cell near me. One with a decidedly sexy feminine voice.

A gorgeous elf swordswoman bent on revenge in a kingdom where the sword is everything? Not what I had in mind when Brin, Tyra, Tip, and I went hunting more bad guys. But hey, did I mention the gorgeous elf woman?

When dungeon doors all over the world closed and locked on the same day, people weren’t too concerned. Though arcstone, the material that powered most of the world’s devices, could only be found in the dungeon, they still had plenty on hand.

Who would have ever guessed I would be where I am right now? Five smoking hot wives, more than a hundred priestesses of Odona with me in the new town we built, and at least a couple of babies on the way. Plus, my companions include four tribes of monster girls. Four. Full. Tribes.

Trying to find a needle in the proverbial haystack. That is our mission, if the needle is a sexy, bada-s scholar and the haystack is thousands of miles of thick jungle.

On the suggestion of my exquisite prophetess Qamara, we’re heading to the Traisel Commonwealth, a land of myriad beastkin communities. I’m not sure what we’ll find there, but I expect my uninvited frequent visitor will make an appearance.

The search is on! The body of the latest minion of the demigod Aeyr was barely cold when we found our next urgent task. Some dude calling himself the Searcher, on the hunt for explorers and scholars, with the goal of ending their careers…and their lives.