Refresh and try again. Open Preview See a Problem? Details if other :. Thanks for telling us about the problem. Return to Book Page. Preview — Broken Mage by D. Broken Mage Reawakening Saga 3 by D. Jackson Goodreads Author. Trapped in the vast underground networks of the subterranean Thad tried to find his way back to the surface. But Thad is not the only thing that lurks in the darkness. Creatures he had only heard about in tales appear around every bend. He tries to keep his hopes up with his only link to the outsid Trapped in the vast underground networks of the subterranean Thad tried to find his way back to the surface.
He tries to keep his hopes up with his only link to the outside world, a small box that allows a small amount of food and news to be sent to him every few days. Get A Copy. Kindle Edition , pages.
More Details Reawakening Saga 3. Other Editions 3. Friend Reviews. To see what your friends thought of this book, please sign up. To ask other readers questions about Broken Mage , please sign up. Lists with This Book. Community Reviews. Showing Rating details. More filters. Sort order. Jun 02, Lori rated it it was ok. If you are overly sensitive to horrific editing, poor grammar and immature word choices this is not the book for you. If you are easily frustrated by a fixation that borders on obsession with immaterial details that detract from what could be a much more intriguing story, this is not the book for you.
This author has created an interesting, fairly unique world with an overarching plot that is interesting but fails to develop characters to the point you honestly don't care about any of them. His If you are overly sensitive to horrific editing, poor grammar and immature word choices this is not the book for you.
His fixation on a poorly developed magic system that attempts to explain what appears to be the Vancian spell-casting system without actually referencing it is not only annoying but utterly distracting.
It is not well thought out and bases itself on principles and concepts that are never explained, yet the author spends page upon page explaining how the protagonist accomplishes his magical feats. His time would be better spent on character development and enriching his descriptions of his world.
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There are glimmers of hope within the pages that point to the possibility of a much richer tale but as it sits he has taken 3 books to write what could have fit into 1 if he'd stop focusing on how magic cores link together, wasted words which do not add anything to the tale at all. Despite all this, the plot and world is interesting enough to continue this series to its bitter end, if only because there are far too few good choices available today. Sep 07, Damian rated it liked it. The idea and plot of this book absolutely spectacular.
I wish I hadn't messed up and bought this book instead of the first in the series. I can ignore small things, but this book has a lot of errors. Oscar Britton : African American soldier who manifests latent magical powers. He is recruited into the shadow ops organization. All that conflict can wear a guy out. Thank goodness for fantasy novels, comic books, late night games of Dungeons and Dragons and lots of angst fueled writing.
Untrained and panicked, they summon storms, raise the dead, and set everything they touch ablaze.
Army officer Oscar Britton sees the worst of it. A lieutenant attached to the military's Supernatural Operations Corps , his mission is to bring order to a world gone mad. Then he abruptly manifests a rare and prohibited magical power, transforming him overnight from government agent to public enemy number one. The SOC knows how to handle this kind of situation: hunt him down--and take him out. Driven into an underground shadow world, Britton is about to learn that magic has changed all the rules he's ever known, and that his life isn't the only thing he's fighting for.
Across the country and in every nation, people began to develop terrifying powers—summoning storms, raising the dead, and setting everything they touch ablaze. Eager to know the truth, the Emperor dispatched his most powerful sorcerer across the great In land Sea to the Court of the Over-King, under the pretence of offering the terms for the Vyrgothian surrender. He was bade use all his sorcerous skills to discover the truth And in my mind I behold black crystals gleaming I am enthralled by this nighted spell For I know that the slumbering sorceries Of the Shadow-King's crown shall soon be reawakened And as I return to my emperor shackled to such woefully grim tidings , My spirit is borne upon the leathern wings of a great sorrow Enshrined for countless centuries, within its darksome citadel, Five score and ten against the Tiger, curse the black crown of the Shadow-King!
By all the dark gods, I swear I'll not be dethroned! A seething forest of blackened blades, A churning sea of ebon war-chariots, A searing storm of flaming shafts, All this havoc and more shall I unleash against my foe Into battle! The Legion shall march The Legion of the Ebon Tiger Bolstered by heavy cavalry, and a squadron of deadly scythed chariots The Iron Phalanx, six thousand strong, our ever-honed blades, the Tiger's gleaming claws.
And so, the Emperor himself rides to rendezvous with Baalthus Vane, accompanied by his sorcerous aide.
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The Legion of the Ebon Tiger reaches Gul-Kothoth at dusk on the fifth day of their march from the fields of Kai-Vorg, halting upon the great arid plan which stretches before the city, the huge dust cloud sent up by their massed arrival obscuring the dying embers of the setting sun. As the vast army begins to make camp, arraying their splendid tents and banners, and assembling their gargantuan siege-wag ons, the Emperor stands gazing at the huge brooding walls and colossal cyclopean gates of the city-fortress before him, vowing that a torrent of red slaughter shall befall Gul-Kothoth, regardless of any sorcerous trinkets the Vyrgothians may possess, and that the Over-King shall pay dearly for his sublime arrogance.
And twelve leagues distant, an army of five score and ten, bearing the Obsidian Crown, approaches the city It is written in the ancient legends It is said that one who holds the key and knows the empyreal incantation may stand within the ancient ring of stones atop the mountain when the stars are correctly aligned, and unlock the mystic gate, summoning its sidereal sentinels, thereby attaining ultimate enlightenment and wisdom unparalleled These grim mountains are strewn with the bones of the ill-fortuned dead. O' Guardians of the Astral Gate, the spheres blaze at last in trine I hold the Key!
The trinity of stars shall touch the circle of stones once more The incantation of Xuk'ul is known to me, the Orb of Summoning earned with bloodshed! The crystalline key to the Outer Realms and the arcane rite to empower it are at last mine, Seized at swordpoint from the citadel of the Black Templars.
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Enlightenment awaits! Many years ago, the mystic Orb of Summoning was seized by the mysterious Black Templars,a band of sombre, plunder seeking knights from the kingdoms to the east of the Great Sea. They wrested the sorcerous gem from the ancient shrine of Azaimedes, where i t had lain hidden for countless centuries, its true power and purpose known only to the dour shamans who tended to the elder place of worship.
It is said that the tapestry of slaughter woven that day was unparalleled in its ferocity, and that the marble walls of the ancient shrine were, and still remain, stained vivid crimson with the spilled blood of the Orb's keepers. Ka-kur-ra, I summon thee, Zul'tekh Azor Vol-thoth.
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Mighty Xuk'ul arise, Kur'oc Gul-Kor, come forth. I hold aloft the pulsing orb, astral spheres, empower the mystic key.
Ring of elder stones entwined in prophecy, the Rite of Invocation enthralls thine power. Replete from drinking deep of darkness, black shapes dancing 'twixt the stones, Lucent beams lancing forth from the gleaming, cepheid stars, a creeping mist ensorcells my tongue A great stillness binds the moon-cloaked mountaintop in glooming shackles High above, the myriad stars gleam bright against the night sky, three more resplendently bedazzling than the others, their sidereal auras engulfing the stones And the central stone of the ancient ebon ring begins to pulsate with a darksome energy A thunderous maelstrom ablaze with writhing celestially spawned power then rends the stygian night A vast shimmering aperture, a vortex of heliacal fire The Astral Gate is open The Guardians have awakened You dare summon us?
If 'tis elucidation you seek, you shall have it! Such searingly terrible stellar majesty What price this invocation? Shall the singing stars claim my very mind? To countless worlds we travel, riding the endless black seas 'twixt the stars As beings of p ure energy we become one with the vastness, transcending the ethereal walls of time, spanning at once this celestial eternity, and yet existing as no more than a mote of dust within the vista of its endlessness Journeying beyond The threshold looms, the star-way between dimensions stretches before me Unspeakable forces gibber and pulsate in the Outer Darkness Elder horrors dwell here, things which were ancient and revelled in sublime galactic malevolence when even Xuk'ul was naught but a bloated cosmic maggot, writhing and suckling at the breast o f its amorphous mother Primal terror drags my essence screaming back from the threshold.
The ichor of pestilent tongues clings to me, tendrils probing, the ire of fiends! The ravening black worms of madness are devouring the shredded remnants of sanity as I return to my slumbering steel-clad body And the laughter of the Guardians echoes, carries upon the winds of this spectral eve.
Such is the price of enlightenment. And so, a new brooding sentinel of stone joins the others on the nighted mountain top Standing silently in the ancient circle of truth, standing I hear the whispered words of the trees Such ancient secrets they sing Swaying serpents ring my oak-hewn throne, Night and shadow are my hunting dogs Ravenous, they howl to be unshackled, That their maws may be glutted with the blood of my foes.
Raven's claw Spirits who dwell in shadow, unfurl thy darkling wings Awaken, o' elder creatures of this sylvan realm, Stalk once more this ebon-cloaked eve. I hear the whispered words of the trees, Such ancient secrets they sing I stand now at the anvil, Adamantine hammer in my hand, In thunder-song the steel I smite, A clarion heard throughout this land. Yawning wide beneath me But hearken I behold now the face of the encroaching foe Hear my oath! You, clad in gleaming robes of sparkling saffron, engorged with the mindless adoration of countless thralls who bend the knee in flaccid obeisance Bring not thine cursed icons into my ancient realm My steel is honed and thirsting for your life-ichors Upon my great throne hewn of ancient oak I brood My mantle, the leaves stirred by the whispering of the winds.
The elder gods of the Deep Woods gaze grimly down upon me My blood courses through the trees and the earth And I watch in silence, ebon-eyed and raven-winged. From every bough of my kingdom Have you forgotten the magic? Sing to us your spells once more, and the ancient forest shall dance to your words Can you not see the coils of the worm all about you? Can you not hear the writhing of the worm beneath you? Can you not scent the breath of the worm riding the wind? Can you not touch the skin of the worm in all that surrounds you? Can you not taste the ichors of the worm upon your tongue?
Do dreams of the worm not haunt your slumber? Come, dark night Are you sure? OK Cancel. Der Weg Einer Freiheit. Funereal Presence.