likes to remind Val that Math isn’t necessary for writing. A few years later…okay, more than a few, they found themselves living about an hour away from one another in Florida and joined forces to write the Primortus Chronicles, YA fantasy- adventure series. Bond and Val Richards met in college in Clarksville Tennessee, where Val excelled in Math and J.L excelled in creative ways to talk Val out of going to class. While the other proclaims she’ll destroy us all.

Could there be another Day of Disaster?ĭark powers are at work. 4.91 11 Ratings 7 Reviews published 2014. Thing that tethers her to the world she so desperately wants to protect. Eleventh Elementum (Primortus Chronicles, 1) and Hollowed Humusara (The Primortus Chronicles, 2). Her dismay, they threaten to take away her magical book. Soon, Sky discovers the leaders of the Primortus have plans for her. The three people she trusts the most are acting SkyĮven had the courage to finally admit her true feelings to Will.īut something has changed. She has faced her greatest fear, the monstrous black-eyedīrinfrost and survived with the help of Chrism, her shape-shifting sister. The servant didn’t understand how his power over fire worked or for that matter where it came from, but only moments ago, he had used it to heat the steel beams and pull his Master free.īrinfrost quickened his step.It begins again! Skylee Porter thinks the Breathing in quick shallow bursts, he struggled to keep up as he looked down at his palms, which glowed reddish orange. He kept his eyes glued on his Master, his face filled with fear, submission, and a hint of defiance. The odd looking redhead also wore dust-covered overalls, which stretched too tautly across his squat, muscular frame. “Yes s-sir, they’ll p-pay,” he stuttered. Shuffling along meekly in his wake was his servant, Blaze.

He glanced down at the bloody cloth around his snake-bitten wrist. My name is Phil Bond and I am a San Francisco Bay Area based photographer. “Skylee Porter will pay for this,” he snarled. His encounter with the Second Born had not gone as planned. “There’s nowhere to hide.”īrinfrost’s long frame was clad in a tattered janitor’s uniform coated in dust, making him appear as if he had been through a sand storm. “Go ahead-run,” he said in a tone void of any human kindness. He darted his coal black eyes around at the crowd. “Fools,” scoffed the taller man as he strode away from Te Papa museum without a backward glance. Clambering in all directions were throngs of frightened pedestrians, but two figures seemed to be in no hurry at all. On Cable Street a shrill siren echoed through the air accompanied by the sound of blaring car alarms.

Hollowed Humusara by J.L. Bond