Unhasping the World Heart: An Erotic, Epic Fantasy Novella

By Kaysee Renee Robichaud

In the war against tyranny, pleasure is the ultimate weapon.
The long live Eldritch Maitre have ruled Ashengray for centuries. They have mastered their own bodies and subjugated their wills. However, their tyranny is about to come to an end.

When the cruel Argents scour the capital city, rounding up the earthy ork servants and serfs, they revel in acts of destruction. Silas Montague discovers the safe world he has taken for granted is a sham, and he must choose between his compassion and his comforting but imprisoning life of ease.
The mysterious witch Koln presents him with an unbelievable solution to the situation. By performing a ritual deep in the heart of Ashenfall castle, they may unleash the tyrants' own pent up passions, changing the balance without lifting a sword.

Their journey will not be an easy one. For Montague has been a loyal nobleman, his own heart hasped. Before he can agree to such sedition, he must first understand his own soul and his own needs.
Kaysee Renee Robichaud invites you to participate in an erotic, epic adventure. The world of high fantasy is about to get red hot.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Twice Told Tales II
• Release date: Mar 18, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301103058

Kaysee Renee Robichaud

"Kaysee Renee Robichaud ... balances perfect amounts of ... eroticism and adventure." -- Julian van de Camp,Wings of Steam BlogKaysee Renee Robichaud has been publishing her erotica and romantic fiction since 2008, through such well known book pulishers as Circlet Press, Ravenous Romance, Cleis and Alyson Books. Her work has appeared in numerous anthologies, including the Lambda Award finalist Women of the Bite, edited be Cecilia Tan. An audio version of her story "Adrift" appeared as episode 226 of the Nobilis podcast."Kaysee Renee Robichaud's [writing is] intense, nuanced ... poignant, [and] moving..." -- Sacci Green, Erotica RevealedKaysee Renee has lived all over the United States, but currently resides in southern Texas, where the winters are actually a lot like her childhood autumns. The summers, though, are pretty rough. She is eternally grateful for air conditioning, though a little sweat is good for the fiction."Kaysee Renee Robichaud [tells] a ... playful story, written in a breezy style." -- Jean Roberta, Erotica Revealed

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Unhasping the World Heart

An Erotic, Epic Fantasy Novella

By: Kaysee Renee Robichaud

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When the Queen's Argents shoved through Visconte Silas Montague's front door and found no evidence of pig-bloods on premises, they clapped the house's lord in chains instead. The piggers have to be somewhere, said the Argent Commander, a wiry sample of Eldritch Maitre blood—elfin without any trace of fay, and you'll tell soon enough.

Though he would have gone quietly, the Argents dragged Montague from his home, pushed him into a prison wagon, and took him along a circuitous and very public route to the royal palace, where he sat in a dank, lice-infested cell for three days before being brought to the royal seat.

White marble daises, golden thrones, and architectural flourishes emulating sprawling limbed trees granted the audience hall a sublime quality. The King and Queen waited on their imperious thrones, gazing at the motley awaiting their judgment with the aloof disdain conquerors alone could properly summon. When it was Montague's turn, two Argents dragged him to the comfortless defendant's stool and tossed him before it. He knelt alongside it, instead of sitting. The rules of defense might be unwritten, but they were not unknown.

What is this? the King asked. A loyalist Visconte is brought to me in chains? Truly these are terrible, terrible times. Though his appearance suggested him to be a fragile creature—an impression intensified by the way his azure robes of office billowed and flowed around his gaunt frame, as though he was caught in an eternal gale that might one day carry him into the sky—his bones were steely hard and his grip unyielding.

Seated beside him, the willowy Queen adopted nearly perfect portrayal of concern. Her white and black robes remained still, somber, while her narrow eyebrows rose in an expression of empathy. This illusion vanished, when she asked, Where have your pig-bloods gone? Were her voice any brusquer, it might leave scratches on listeners' ears.

They fled some moments before the Argents arrived, Montague said. Stole the kitchen silver and departed.

Orks are all thieves, the King observed. Vile corrupters. Lazy oafs. The sooner their entire race's depraved appetite is put to sword and cleansing torch, the better. The Queen nodded at her husband's assessment, though her gray complexioned face never softened. The two royals were a measure of contrasts: She was winter, he summer; her voice delivered judgment, his exemplified jurisprudence. Almost as an afterthought, the King asked, Are you hiding them?

"They