Esprithean Trilogy Novels & Stories

incinerated by the fact that the Human Spirit is Non-Digestible. We stood in the center of the "Sovereign Slaughterhouse," our breath coming in short, ragged gasps of hot, copper-heavy air. The One-Hundred-and-Twenty-Third Layer was no longer a lung; it was a Void of Pure, Un-Written Potential, where every shadow was a new choice and every drop of blood was a new ocean.

​The atmosphere within the Core-Vault was no longer one of oppressive pressure, but of a terrifying, rhythmic vitality. The Primary Dynamo—the iron heart of the world—spun with a frequency that transcended sound, vibrating in the very atoms of Kael’s bones. The "Third Twin," the Ebb, had vanished into the golden Spore-Light, leaving behind a silence that felt like the indrawn breath of a god.

Pleasantries! This is Mics Artemia, the author of A Trip To Remember. This introduction note was written to advise you to read A Trip To Your Heart first before reading this one since this is a Duology. A Trip To Remember is A Trip To Your Heart's sequel. The latter is still unedited, so, I apologize for errors that you will encounter upon reading. You will find the first book on my profile page, with the same theme as the book cover of A Trip To Remember.

"The Triad is complete. The global circuit is no longer a loop; it’s a Prism." Félix walked up behind me, his hand finding mine. His hoyuelos were back, and his emerald aura was warm and steady. "Three Spires, a million shifters, and an ocean that’s starting to grow its own forest," he whispered, pulling me into a kiss that tasted of honey and salt. "I think the next forty chapters are going to be a lot of fun, Conductor."