Excerpt: Matthew Olney’s “Heir to the Sundered Crown”


Heir to the Sundered Crown I don’t know about you, but I’m a sucker for a good epic fantasy book. And even better if it is part of a series, right? Right! Well, I was just recently made aware of Matthew Olney’s book Heir to the Sundered Crown and it totally fits my awesome fantasy book criteria.

Plus, take a moment to look at the cover and tell me that you don’t do a double-take cause it looks like Macklemore sitting on that thrown (awww, yeah)…(also, sorry for getting Thrift Shop stuck in your head).

When you buy through links on our site, we may earn an affiliate commission. Learn more here.

What you need to know about this book — It’s an adventure fantasy/epic fantasy (hello, questing for the win! I really love fantasy books that involve a quest) and it is part of a series. In fact, it is the first book in The Sundered Crown Saga series. That’s the good news. The bad news is that this is the only available book in this series (for now).

But back to the good news – I have an excerpt of this book to share with you below! But first, take a look at the synopsis:

A realm torn asunder by civil war will give rise to a hero. 

The Kingdom of Delfinnia is in chaos. After assassins kill the king and his family, greedy self serving men battle one another for the crown. Unknown to them is that one heir yet lives, a baby boy now hidden and protected.

In the mage city of Caldaria is a boy named Luxon. A young mage who will discover his past and his powers. For he will one day become known as the Legendary, the wizard who would break the world, the man who would embrace death and live and the hero who would give a realm its greatest king.

Sent on a quest to find the one responsible for the King’s assassination Luxon teams up with Ferran of the Blackmoor the legendary Nightblade and hunter of fell beasts, Sophia Cunning the land’s greatest witch hunter and Kaiden, a noble knight sworn to defend the world from darkness.

Together they find the answers they seek, but the truth is far worse than anyone could possibly imagine.

The Heir to the Sundered Crown is a fantasy tale that will ignite the imagination and set the stage for an epic battle between the light and the darkness.

Oh, and it just happened to have been named a Winner of Wattpad’s Write Awards 2014.

I think the second book is due for release this year – I’ll find out for sure soon when I have a chance to interview the author and get all the details on this series. So, now that you know that the other books are coming soonish, take a moment to read the excerpt below and see why you should give this one a try.

Luxon groggily opened his eyes to find himself in a large four poster bed. Four thick, feather-filled pillows supported his head, and the quilt he was tucked into was thick with sheep’s wool.

A single candle lit the room, casting shadows upon several paintings that adorned the walls. He recognised one as a portrait of Zahnia the Great, the wizard’s long white hair and thick beard billowing in a mighty wind. In his left hand was his staff, Erdasol, and in his right was the legendary sword, Asphodel.  The long blade was emblazoned with light, and the staff lived up to its name, Earth’s Fire.

Luxon slowly sat up, instantly regretting his decision to do so as a wave of nausea threatened to make him vomit.

“You’re not Zahnia just yet,” a chuckling voice spoke from the darkness. “Although, saying that, a lad just shy of fifteen summers being able to control a spell of the upper ring is certainly impressive.”

Luxon slumped back miserably onto the pillows, another wave of dizziness causing the room to spin.

“M-master Ri’ges?” he asked, already knowing the answer.

The elderly tutor rose from his high-backed chair and stepped into the candle light. His wrinkled face was covered in liver spots, his grey hair was long and straggly, and only the small pair of spectacles perched upon a hooked nose hinted that he was an intellectual, and not some scruffy beggar from off the street. He had taught Luxon and the other boys and girls for over two years in the School of the Lower Ring, and rightly had a reputation for his tough style of educating. On more than one occasion, Luxon had received whacks with the rod, either because of his wild curiosity, or because Accadus had baited him.

Ri’ges sat at the end of the bed smiling, an expression that took Luxon by surprise. He’d been expecting his teacher to raise fury at his latest stunt, not sit at his bedside with a smile.

“What happened?” he asked as he once more tried to sit up. The dizziness came again, but it was not as bad as before.

Ri’ges removed his spectacles and wiped them on his long grey robe.

“You fell,” he replied simply. “Luckily, I saw the whole thing and was able to catch you with a telekinetic spell before you cracked your head open like a grapefruit. The reason you feel so nauseous is no doubt due to you over-exerting your mind to keep the levitation spell intact – a spell, mind, you that one as young as you should never have attempted.” The old master stood and stretched his back. “One as young as you in theory should not even have been able to have gotten the spell to work at all … which is troubling.”

“I’m sorry, Master,” Luxon said miserably. “I just didn’t want to be late for classes again. Accadus hid my shoes again and …”

Ri’ges held a hand up in annoyance. “I do not care for the follies of young men. Making a foe of Accadus was not a wise move on your part.” He glared at his young student as the lad tried to talk. “Listen to me, Luxon. You are one of the most promising students I have ever seen pass through the Crystal Gates, and I will not have you ruin your chances of making apprentice because of some foolish feud.”

Luxon looked at his hands. He hadn’t had any idea that the old man thought that way about his abilities. He knew he was good, but his thirst for knowledge often saw him getting into scrapes with the city guards and the other teachers.

The old man’s expression softened. “Accadus will always loathe you, Luxon. His father is the Baron of Redbit, as you well know, and what your father did …” He trailed off as he saw tears beginning to form in his pupil’s eyes.

“My father was loyal to the King,” Luxon spoke miserably. “The Baron had no right to make a claim. My father swore he spoke the truth that day and lost his head for it.”

Luxon’s father had been a noble in the court of the capital at Sunguard. With the Royal line lost, the realm’s leaders had gathered to discuss the succession.

Garrick, Luxon’s father, had testified to the gathering that the King’s youngest child had escaped the assassins, swearing blind that he had helped a young woman smuggle a baby boy out of the city. Accadus’s father had condemned Garrick as a liar of the worst degree, arguing that the palace had been burnt to ashes by the assassins, and that all of the bodies had been accounted for.

After the summit, Garrick had hurried back to his home and told his wife and son to pack for travel at once. Luxon had been afraid as any boy of just eleven years of age would be. That same night, the Baron’s men came to their home and, without preamble, dragged the stricken Garrick into the streets. In the confusion, Luxon and his mother managed to escape the city. It had been a month later that they had heard of his father’s fate. Anger surged through him, his hands knotting into fists at the memory.

“Accadus hates me because I know his father is a lying sack of –”

A knock on the small room’s door interrupted him.

“Come in,” Ri’ges said, placing a calming hand on Luxon’s shoulder. The lad choked back tears as another wave of nausea struck.

The door opened, and into the room walked a man dressed in black leather armour. He was no older than thirty, but his long black hair had traces of silver along the sides. His face was hard; a scar ran from the top of his right eye down toward his bearded jaw. Luxon’s eyes widened as he realised the man was a Nightblade, an order of highly skilled agents.

Since the beginning of the war, the Nightblades had abandoned their posts across the realm. They were sworn to the King and no other. Until a rightful successor won the throne, they had vowed to play no part in the fighting. Instead, they had returned to Caldaria, the only city in Delfinnia where they could practise their magic freely.

“Ah, Welsly, I forgot all about the meeting, forgive me,” Master Ri’ges said. The old man shook the Nightblade’s hand before turning to look at Luxon. “I am afraid Luxon here distracted me from our business,” he added, gesturing to his student. Welsly nodded to Luxon in greeting.

“Ah yes, the boy who caused all of that commotion in the quartz quarter. I hear you put on quite a show,”Welsly chuckled. “If you would excuse your master, the council has need of us and we cannot tarry further. Get well soon, Luxon. Shall we, Ri’ges?” He held the door open for the aging mage, and followed him out of the room.

Luxon stared at the now-closed door, a feeling of excitement in his gut. He’d actually spoken to a Nightblade. He was sure all of the other students would be jealous of that. Tiredness came to him, and before he knew it he was once again drifting off into a deep sleep.

Where to buy –

Amazon.co.uk – http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B00LCWN782

Amazon.com – http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00LCWN782


Big shout out to Matthew for sharing this excerpt with World’s Edge Tavern.

If I haven’t convinced you to take a chance on this fantasy book today, then be sure to check back here in coming months when I share my own review of this book and an interview with the author. Until then, you can keep up with the author on Twitter and be one of the first to know when book 2 of this series is available for your Kindle.

Warning: A non-numeric value encountered in /home/customer/www/worldsedgetavern.com/public_html/wp-content/themes/Newspaper/includes/wp_booster/td_block.php on line 997


Please enter your comment!
Please enter your name here