Forbidden Art

By Amanda Mondoux

Magic is a forbidden art, yet Jarrod finds himself surrounded by it. Torn between love and his fear of magic, Jarrod fights to salvage his family while striving to free the woman he loves from imprisonment. Time is against him, and he must achieve his goals before the forbidden art steals everything he holds dear.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Amanda Mondoux
• Release date: Oct 12, 2012
• ISBN: 9781301140657

Amanda Mondoux

Amanda Mondoux was born in Nashua New Hampshire in May of 1980. Her primary passion growing up resided with animal care, making it easy to understand her later profession of a veterinary technician. And then there was reading, and of that she did plenty. Her love for writing developed later in life, and has flourished since. Amanda’s love for fantasy and mythology started at the young age of six, her first “adult fantasy read” being JRR Tolkein’s “The Hobbit.” Her education was then split between English and writing courses and classes pertaining to animal care, and the two curriculums served to enhance the reality and beauty of the worlds she creates.

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Forbidden Art

Amanda Mondoux

Smashwords Edition

Contents

Title Page

Copyright

Work by Amanda

Dedication

Book Title

About the Author

Glimpse into the Future

Title: Forbidden Art

Copyright: Amanda Mondoux

ISBN: 9781301140657

Publisher: Mondoux Fantasy - Smashwords edition

The right of Amanda Mondoux to be identified as author of this Work has been asserted by her in accordance with sections 77 and 78 of the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in retrieval system, copied in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise transmitted without written permission from the publisher. You must not circulate this book in any format.

This book is a work of fiction. All characters, places, and events are creations of the author that exist solely in writing.

Work By Amanda Mondoux

Novels

Forbidden Era

Short Stories

Whyre Curse

Forbidden Art

Coming Soon

Journey of Ages:

Route of Veracity

Road to Ruins

Path of Destruction

Dedication

This short was written in honor of my fans. You give me the strength and determination to continue; I create these worlds, the people, and every event for you. Keep reading and remember that fantasy strengthens the mind.

I also want to extend a special thank you to my newest editor and beta reader, Cassandra. Your keen eye saved me some embarrassing moments.

Prologue

Lightning crashed, highlighting two souls standing before an altar with arms held high. Both faces were drawn tight, one set of eyes gleaming of power hunger while the other only knowing black insanity. The light passed and all faded to darkness. Faint murmuring flowed in rhythmic force, quiet yet commanding enough to bypass the border barring this realm from that. Energy flooded the air, thickening and writhing as sheets of fabric unseen yet felt, snapping in crisp waves. Static built, sparking and flashing over men who would defy the laws of the cosmos.

Their voices blended, strengthening and growing louder as the ground trembled and the world moaned. A breeze stirred followed by another, and then several more joined until they ran as one. The resulting storm formed a funnel around the altar, a dense wall of wind and energy. Their cloaks whipping about and hair dancing, the men screamed to beat the deafening roar.

Radiant light pulsed from the altar, trying to be known in a world that coveted darkness. From this sprouted an icy stem. It grew and bent, frost spreading from its base. A blue bulb formed at its tip even as thin leaves stretched from the sides. It continued to expand while the flamboyant energy leapt and bounded about in joy of existence. The petals started to unfold.

Time stops around them. The wind freezes in an impenetrable wall, and the energy halts in mid swirl. The men lower their arms and step forward, sweat beading and breathing heavy. They watch as the flower blooms, revealing the small form slumbering within. No more than three years in size, the child rested with her black hair lying in silk waves around her pale face. A single petal remained over her, serving as a blanket to the unclothed girl.

The sane man wore a frown. "Is this