Bøger af Loran Holt

Kelgan Defthand is accustomed to being top dog at the Academy of Magic as Senior Apprentice Mage. Compared to his peers, he's faster, more skillful, and well aware of it, but when he finds himself beset by fearful voices that come in the night, his confidence is shaken. Adding to his worries, Kelgan is summoned to Headmaster Sargal's presence - it looks like he's really in trouble. To his bewilderment, he finds he's being sent on a "mission" with two hostile-seeming aristocratic twins, Neroma and Nevander Di Nerrill. Upon embarking on the mission, Kelgan soon realizes the world outside the cloistered Academy is a bit different than he imagined. First of all, there seems to be women doing magic! Secondly, he's not the only one hearing voices. Following a strange compulsion, Kelgan and the twins find themselves seeking the source of the voices, hoping to put an end to it. The fateful journey tests Kelgan's underdeveloped skills to the limit, and completing the mission could come at an unbearable cost to both to him and his companions. Once Kelgan accepts the challenge of Magehood, there's no going back.

Jamie Whitehall Olivian has received a mysterious letter from her Uncle James. She is named after him, but she has never seen, met, or heard him mentioned in any way. Until now. And he has died and left her his entire estate. But it seems Uncle James wants her to investigate a murder. His, that is. It also seems the estate is contingent upon her acceptance of this commission. Jamie wants no part of the investigation or of the estate. She gets along perfectly well, thank you very much, a fact she emphasizes to his lawyer, who just happens to be gorgeous, making it a little harder to say no. Things take a strange turn when the victim himself asks her to reconsider. For reasons unknown, Uncle James has been unable to depart for the afterlife and is stuck in his Art Deco desk. Jamie decides to take on the job of niece and sleuth, with no experience at either, and she and Uncle James set out to find the killer. They are aided by the lawyer and a not-as-gorgeous and slightly rumpled homicide detective whose interest seems to be more than just finding a murderer.

Jamie Whitehall Olivian has received a mysterious letter from her Uncle James. She is named after him, but she has never seen, met, or heard him mentioned in any way. Until now. And he has died and left her his entire estate. But it seems Uncle James wants her to investigate a murder. His, that is. It also seems the estate is contingent upon her acceptance of this commission. Jamie wants no part of the investigation or of the estate. She gets along perfectly well, thank you very much, a fact she emphasizes to his lawyer, who just happens to be gorgeous, making it a little harder to say no. Things take a strange turn when the victim himself asks her to reconsider. For reasons unknown, Uncle James has been unable to depart for the afterlife and is stuck in his Art Deco desk. Jamie decides to take on the job of niece and sleuth, with no experience at either, and she and Uncle James set out to find the killer. They are aided by the lawyer and a not-as-gorgeous and slightly rumpled homicide detective whose interest seems to be more than just finding a murderer.