Recompense
Book 3, The Faeland Legends
Refined by Fires of Change
Art by Prabath Wijayantha and
cover design by Brandon King.

About The Book
Change is inevitable. But it is not always welcome.
From the multiple award-winning teen author Taylor Hunter comes the third in a YA series inspired by the classic faery tale stories we all loved as kids. Perfect for teens and young adult readers who yearn for contemporary epic fantasy adventures that remind them of Narnia and Middle Earth.
Refining Fires Are Part Of Adolescence. And Emmaline Is About To Enter The Furnace…
Training at Pellabor has had its perks: flying silver Valkyries and playing with dragons every day is certainly nothing to complain about.
But Emmaline’s journey as a Flamerider is far from over. Despite her professor’s encouragement, she still resents her powers and what they can do. Under the surface, she resents herself even more.
So when Emmaline and her friends are transferred to an advanced academy hidden away in the mountains, she is elated–at first. But only hours into their new classes, Emmaline discovers a long-held secret about the academy, its professors, and its ultimate aim.
Moreover, she finds that not all things past want to stay there…
A powerful coming-of-age tale, Recompense is sure to keep you laughing and learning alongside its teenage characters.
Recompense is the 3rd installment of the Faeland Legends.
AGE RANGE:
Teen & Young Adult
RELEASE DATE:
Coming November 2022
The characters and the story were very unique, well written and interesting. The story line kept me reading anxiously on to see what would happen next. A truly exceptional book for a young author!!! And perhaps a new genre has appeared on the literary scene!
~ Dr MikeJ

What’s inside
A little Tinkerbell
Some Avatar
Steampunk
Epic dialogue
World Building!
A lot of action
Chapter 1:
Evasive Maneuvers
~an excerpt
“That was insane!” Gator panicked as I entered the room. “What made you go pull a stunt like that?”
“How did you even maneuver like that?” Falcon peppered as I walked past them to my locker and fished the key out of my pocket. “After seven weeks of hard-core training, I still can’t fly in a straight line…on any axis!”
“Emma, those rocks cause magnetic distortions like there’s no tomorrow!” Gator started again. “Visual navigation only. If you’d lost your focus for even a moment…”
“…which, frankly, you should have, with seventeen dudes firing energy cannons at you,” Falcon interjected.
“…you could have lost control of your Valkyrie!” Gator continued, growing in intensity. “You could have smashed into the side of one of those islands, Em. You could have…”
“Died, I know.” I finished, shoving my helmet onto the top shelf. “But hey, when hasn’t that been the story of my life?” I wrangled with my gloves. Though great fitting, the amount of sweat generated from twenty minutes of lying in wait and ten minutes of action made it close to impossible to take them off. Impatient, I tugged hard at each finger. With one final yank, the glove came off. Now, for the right one.
“Listen…what we mean is…” Falcon stammered, “I mean, that was awesome! You’re really skilled at this, and we’re impressed by that. We just…we’re your friends, Emmaline. We don’t want to see you get hurt is all, if the danger is unnecessary.” Gator nodded. “Yeah,” he said, pointing at Falcon, “what he said.”
“Well,” I replied with a long breath, “thank you for your concern. I’m truly grateful for it. However,” I accented by shoving my gloves into my helmet, “Captain Foley and Professor Tricort have asked me to test my limits–or rather, what I believe to be my limits. The captain thinks I’m too prone to hesitation, not acting fast enough when the situation calls for it.”
“And the professor?” Gator prompted, struggling to keep pace with me and Falcon down the hall to the elevator. I pressed the “up” button. “Too gentle,” I answered. “He wants me to hit harder. That’s their ‘magic bullet’, two sides of the same coin. They say a true Flamerider must be both.” I stared up at the elevator light, avoiding eye contact with either of the boys.
“And…do you reckon you’re a ‘true Flamerider’ now?” Falcon ventured. The bell dinged. The doors opened. I stepped in and turned to face them.
“I reckon I have to be. Don’t have much choice, now, do I?” I smiled wanly at them. “Good luck, guys,” I added as the doors began to close. “Watch out for boulders.”
They both smirked.
The doors closed.
The fake smile melted off my face.
I was alone for the thirty-second trip up out of the hangar.
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About the Author

Taylor Hunter lives in Southwest Idaho. She shares her home with her elderly cats, who tolerate her. After several “wonderful years” of challenging college coursework, Taylor is now a full-time mechanical engineer.
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