Winds of Ericiel
Romantasy series
by Mae Camp
“Catherine, when you love a Brother, you love me.”
—Adriannus
It's Just Love
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It's Just Love 〰️
Hello, I’m Mae.
One of my earliest memories is running my fingers along the spines of the books on my grandparents’ bookshelves, looking forward to the day I could read the words. My grandfather was a prolific storyteller, and I come from a long line of Scottish poets. My favorite place is a library, and my favorite fragrance is the scent of an old book. Books are in every corner of my home, like old friends I return to again and again. I am a reader who became a writer.
The realm of Ericiel is a place where many forms of love exist. I believe it is dangerous when self-appointed gatekeepers define love—whom to love, how to love, or when to love. Nobody should have the power to dictate the terms of love to others.
It’s just love.
My series is for adults. I embrace intimacy openly because it’s a romance, and I want the reader to experience everything the characters do—mentally and physically. The characters’ growth over the four-book series is raw, intimate, heartbreaking, and beautiful. There are multiple intimate partners for my female main character. The intimacy is not gratuitous but tied to culture, love, and survival.
I hope you enjoy the series. I love hearing from readers. You can reach me on my website, which is listed in my book.
Pass with peace, Mae
(It may not be your cup of tea, but if it is, buckle up.)
TRIGGER WARNING:
Winds of Ericiel is a fantasy set in a mythical ancient time of swords and shields, when life expectancies were shorter and women married at a younger age, contrasting with most modern cultures.
This romantasy is a polyamorous tale of love and survival amid a great war, featuring scenes of power exchange, age gaps, descriptive sexual intimacy, and violence that may unsettle some readers.
This series is intended for adults
“Winds of Ericiel II - War”
—by Mae Camp
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“Again, the author’s poetic prose carries the reader away. She is able to recreate this fantasy world not only with clarity and reality, but with a haunting love only a poet knows.”
Winds of Ericiel I
PROPHECY
Chapter 3 | A Sprig of Lavender
Locking eyes with Adrian, she dared to walk his way calmly, not sparing another glance at the ten livid Elites behind him. She stopped before him, craning her neck to see his face. Unmoved, he glared at her with an icy expression that made men tremble. But unaffected, she spoke in a sure voice, sounding much older than her seven years.
"Your Imperial Majesty, Lyrian hearts weep for the loss of Torthia's women and daughters. Your loss is unimaginable."
Glaring impatiently over her head at King Cyrus, Adrian looked back down at the girl who, unafraid, drew a small sprig of lavender from behind her skirts and offered it to him. Glancing at the sprig, he almost sneered at the child, but something in her eyes stopped him. They were wet, making them shine and shimmer blue and violet. She appeared more golden curls than anything else, small and vulnerable with huge eyes full of empathy, her tiny chin trembling slightly.
Taking her in, he stilled. The girl's countenance betrayed deep sorrow, and he recalled she had lost her mother just moons before. Her brother had perished at Sepdonia, making her the sole heir to the Lyrian throne.
Considering this tiny, future queen poised so bravely before him, Adriannus slowly reached out, took the sprig from her fragile fingers, and unsuccessfully attempted to smile.