When I smashed 100,000+ words of writing into 3 months on Titan Mage Dragon, I said NEVER AGAIN.
And then promptly did it again. 😅
*I find that I can churn out a solid 40,000 words a month, and so with Titan Mage‘s 3-month release schedule, I budget two months of writing time for 80,000 word books, allowing for one month of editing/packaging since I do all my own stunts (except for illustration; that’s Jackson Tjota).
That … did not happen. But on the upside, you have another 100,000+ words of Titan Mage goodness to look forward to, this time with some wack twists that surprised even me as I was writing it! 😮
Titan Mage Rising
Titan Mage #4
by Edie Skye
Sinister cultists? A catgirl kidnapping? An elite enemy Titan? Sounds like a job for Harper’s Harriers!
Locke has finally adjusted to life on the fantastical world of Haven—but with his hot new body, magic powers, and giant mech called a Titan, how could he not? Especially since he flies on a ship full of gorgeous women who call him captain (both of his airship … and in their beds).
Soon he’ll have to put all those resources to use because Peth, the incorporeal space witch trapped inside his Titan, has experienced a dark premonition about the Crystal Moon—and in Locke’s experience, “weird moon stuff” is just another way to spell trouble.
Which proves prescient when moon cultists show up alongside a terrifyingly advanced Titan wielding all four magical elements. They assault the Harriers’ airship and kidnap one of his crew—the shy catgirl Sloan, who has a dark history with these cultists.
Locke is determined not to let any harm come to her, and the Harper’s Harriers surge into action. But why do the cultists want Sloan in the first place? How do these events connect to the ever-darkening shadow on the Crystal Moon? And are their Titans powerful enough to take on this new, mysterious foe?
WARNING: Titan Mage Rising is a fun fantasy adventure containing steam both punk and smutty: sensuous airship captains, naughty engineers, shameless mech pilots, mischievous catgirls, and salacious space witches. (So don’t read it and then complain about the spice. Y’all know exactly what you’re getting into.)