A Little Accident: Season's War Prequel

By Olena Nikitin

„PRIDE AND CHAOS SHOULDN'T BE MIXED IN ONE CAULDRON."

Nerissa the Arch Healer of Cornovii

Life is complicated enough when you are the scorned Chaos mage and the lady of the noble

• Language: English
• Publisher: Viper Dawn Press
• Release date: Nov 12, 2022
• ISBN: 9781999886158

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A Little Accident

Season's War:Prequel

Olena Nikitin

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Viper Dawn Press

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First edition

Cover art by Germancreative

Illustrations with artwork from Canva

Contents

Chapter 1

The Drunken Wizard

Chapter 2

Magical arts malarkey

Chapter 3

A very sad frog

About Author

Also By

Acknowledgements

Chapter 1

The Drunken Wizard was busier than usual and, pushing myself through the thick crowd of ripe-smelling individuals, I looked around for my friend Velka, but her blond mane was nowhere to be seen. The grubby hands of the usual patrons occasionally smacked my butt, which didn’t improve my mood. The bloody mage must have lost herself in the arms of another lover, leaving me to wait here fending off the drunken lechers. Thankfully, the mercenary leader, Janik, was sitting in the corner with his rowdy company, and I pushed through the