Hopeless Magic
By A.K. Koonce
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If life really was a fairy tale, Zakara would never be the damsel in distress. She’d be a thief, and Prince Charming wouldn’t have a clue how to steal the heart of the conniving criminal.
Zakara saves not one, but three men locked inside the tallest tower. Her first instinct is to ditch them as soon as possible, but they have one thing that intrigues her more than wealth:
Magic.
Fae magic once ruled the world, until it disappeared without a trace. Only myths of the magic wielders linger in their destroyed society.
The three prisoners claim to be fae, but she doesn’t trust them.
She doesn’t trust anyone.
Can Prince Ryder convince the pretty thief to lead them to the Hopeless City? Or will she kill him before they even arrive?
This is book one in a reverse harem series. Recommended for readers over 18.
Reading Order:
Hopeless Magic
Hopeless Kingdom
Hopeless Realm
Hopeless Sacrifice
REVIEWS
"I absolutely LOVED this post apocalyptic fantasy!"
"Absolutely loved this book. Snarky, sassy, and sexy Kara saves three fae men from a tower by accident. With her witty banter and snarky attitude Kara takes you on adventure with these three men while trying to control her feelings about them. Hilarious and laugh out loud fun. A must read!"
"I can’t wait to read book two, all the action, adventure, magic, sex, and attitude, it’s amazing!"
A.K. Koonce
A.K. Koonce is a USA Today bestselling author. A mom by day and a fantasy and paranormal-romance author by night, she keeps the fantastical stories in her mind on an endless loop while she tries her best to focus on her actual life and not that of the spectacular but demanding fictional characters who always fill her thoughts.
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Hopeless Magic - A.K. Koonce
1
The White Light
Coarse strands of rope twist through my fingers as I haul myself even higher up the tower. My fingers thread right through it and I realize the rope hanging from the window isn’t a rope at all but … human hair.
The night wind whips cruelly against me, pushing my small frame against the side of the disintegrating brick wall. My pale locks sting across my cheeks. I clench my jaw and lift my gaze higher to the window with the blinking light. It’s unnatural. The white light burns brightly into the dark sky before fading into nothingness.
I heave another breath as my boots shift against the wall and I pull myself up the ancient tower. Rocks scrape and crumble beneath my every move, falling away with ease. A stinging numbness sets into my thin fingers and I’m starting to wish I had stolen that drunk’s coat before I left the bar.
The way he spoke about the unseen tower miles out of town, the tales he told of the wealth that rests within it, had my feet moving before he’d even slurred a word of warning.
No one’s ever been able to warn me of anything, though. So what if I’m an orphan? So what if I’m not tall enough or strong enough? So what if I’m a girl? So what if I’m too pretty to be taken seriously?
That’s never stopped me before, and it certainly isn’t going to stop me from claiming the prize at the top of this fortress.
Solid brick greets my nails as I dig into the opening of the window. A burning breath stings my lungs. I throw my leg over the ledge and slip inside without a sound.
The light’s gone now. Darkness veils my sight. The long hair that lead me up the tower is tied off on a rusting hook. Next to the hook is something white. Something familiar. Something that makes my skin crawl just looking at it.
A human skull.
I turn away, rejecting the sight of it. My shoulders square and I pull the sword from my belt. The weight of it settles my nerves. It was my father's. Before I was a thief, I was just a pretty little girl with a promising future ahead of her. After my father’s death was when I learned all the things that made me the resilient woman I am today.
His blade helped mold me even without his presence.
Something in the shadows shifts, my gaze sweeps every inch of the dark room.
You should leave. Now,
a deep voice warns. But he’s too late.
A short dagger glints in the moonlight. I barely have time to see the shine of it before it quickly sinks into my side.
Horrified gasps part my lips and my brows pull together in anger and confusion.
The attacker slips the dagger from my flesh as quickly as it came. My fingers slide slickly across my skin as I press hard against the wound.
Hot blood pools through my fingertips. My heart thrashes in my chest and I just know.
It’s fatal.
Painfully, my jaw clenches as a scarred and twisting face reveals itself to me.
You should have listened to our little Prince, love.
His gruff voice crawls through the small room. Shadows hide his features from me, but he tilts his head to the corner of the room at the mention of our little Prince.
I breathe hard before raising my father’s sword with more strength than I intend. I plunge it into the man, railing it through his abdomen. I don’t stop until it’s all the way through his wide body, clinking against the brick wall behind him.
His glossy eyes hold mine, and my lips purse firmly as I hold his stare.
It’s a look that screams fuck off. It’s a look I usually reserve for clingy boyfriends, but I suppose it works here as well.
Even as I bleed out, I’ll cling to that false sense of strength I always seem to hold.
I don’t have the energy to retrieve the blade from his frame as he sinks to the floor with a solid thud. My vision blurs, my breaths becoming shorter and shorter. It’s an effort just to take shallow gasps of air.
I’ve seen death enter a man's eyes before with a vacant and fearful shine. I’ve seen his life slip through his fingertips.
It won't be long now …
Get the key,
someone whispers. His voice circles the room.
As I stand here dying someone seems to think they have something more important to be doing. My death seems to really be interfering with their fabulous day.
The white light I saw from the woods, the white light that lead me here to my death, it strikes through the room once more. It flickers sporadically, waning into a dim hue of gold.
Three men stand gripping the bars of a jail cell in the corner of the room. The one with golden hair holds his hands together as if he’s harnessing a force between his palms. The light burns with a pulsing hue from the center of his hands.
What is he holding?
Come on, we’ve been here for over a year, love. Get the key.
A shaking breath filled with annoyance parts my dry lips.
"Did you see what happened to the last man that called me love?" I narrow my eyes on the prisoner with the pale gray gaze. My lips twist with confidence even though I feel my strength fading.
The other man at his side turns to him with a smirk pulling at his features. There’s a similarity between the two men. One holds taunting humor and the other total anger. It’s then that I realize they’re the same.
They’re twins.
"Please, lo—woman, get the key." Yes, because women love nothing more than to be called affectionately by their gender.
Asshole.
The scowl never leaves his handsome, dirty face as he points across the room to a single key displayed proudly in a glass case. A dim light illuminates the key, taunting them with the closeness of their freedom.
The scraping sound of my boots moving sluggishly skims through the small room. I lean into the wall as I reach high for the brass key.
The thin display case teeters and the enclosing box falls away from the key. Fine particles of glass shatter across my boots but I don’t notice it as I stand on the tips of my toes to reach the key. It’s cold against my skin. My fingerless leather gloves are all that separates its metal from my numbing flesh.
I turn back to them and the three stand wide-eyed, watching me with expectation as I hold their lives in my hands.
Over the years, I’ve been taught to never give anything away for free. A person's life is worth quite a bit.
I know because mine’s already gone.
Panic wraps itself tightly around my stomach as I realize I can’t manage a real intake of air. I push aside the selfish thought and walk to them with fear gripping my chest. My life is over, but their lives don’t have to be. The key fits perfectly into the lock with a scraping sound of metal on metal. It turns with ease.
One of the twins claps his hands as they all race from the cell.
My eyes close heavily and I sink to the floor in a warm puddle of my own blood. Slick fingers fall from the fatal puncture wound, my hands no longer able to hold the life within me.
The man with dark hair, one of the twins, lowers himself down to his knees. Crimson blood stains his dirty jeans.
He clings tightly to a mysterious light in his hands.
Thank you,
he says. My eyes flutter, wanting to see him—the last person who will ever see me before I die.
I guess I won’t die alone after all.
The effort of opening my eyes is too much.
He presses a warm kiss to my temple. It’s an affectionate gesture that