Heart of The Regent: A Fireheart Urban Fantasy Short Story: The Fireheart Fantasy Series, #4.5

By Connor Whiteley

A Dire Threat. A Country To Save. A Gay Autistic Man The Only Hope.

Regents are second only to the Queen.

Harrison loves his country and boyfriend. He serves them well. Harrison knows the Triad plans an attack.

Can Harrison overcome his difficulties? Or will the Triad succeed and let Ordericous burn?

If you love gripping, action packed fantasy short stories with an amazing character, you will LOVE this story!

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• Language: English
• Publisher: CGD Publishing
• Release date: Nov 5, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201799083

Connor Whiteley

Hello, I'm Connor Whiteley, I am an 18-year-old who loves to write creatively, and I wrote my Brownsea trilogy when I was 14 years old after I went to Brownsea Island on a scout camp. At the camp, I started to think about how all the broken tiles and pottery got there and somehow a trilogy got created.Moreover, I love writing fantasy and sci-fi novels because you’re only limited by your imagination.In addition, I'm was an Explorer Scout and I love camping, sailing and other outdoor activities as well as cooking.Furthermore, I do quite a bit of charity work as well. For example: in early 2018 I was a part of a youth panel which was involved in creating a report with research to try and get government funding for organised youth groups and through this panel. I was invited to Prince Charles’ 70th birthday party and how some of us got in the royal photograph.Finally, I am going to university and I hope to get my doctorate in clinical psychology in a few years.

Book preview

HEART OF THE REGENT

The path to victory is never straight, but neither are you my son,

-Harrison's Father

Feeling of the wonderful smooth wooden wheels of his wheelchair (and hearing the wood scrap across the stone floor), Harrison stopped as his eyes narrowed at the small stupidly tall wooden table in front of him.

He wanted to stand up and look at the maps on the table. He wanted, no needed to stand up and feel the supposedly hard cold cobblestone floor under his feet. That was all impossible now.

The bastard Triad with their damn explosion robbed him of all that, but Harrison would see them all burn. That was a promise. 

Smelling the scent of oranges and something musty made him want to look around, and as he did Harrison shook his head as he saw all the piles of parchment, books and other objects related to his duty scattered around the stone chamber on lowered tables.

Despite most in the castle hating Harrison (For any reason. He was disabled? Gay? Autistic? All were good reasons) he had