Oliver Heber Boks
Manzakar by R. Laham
Manzakar by R. Laham
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A diverse and inclusive cast of characters overthrow a malevolent fascist leader determined to commit genocide.
Sold into slavery to save his nomad family from starving, Tikran becomes a Manzakar believing that they are warriors of justice. However, as he campaigns in Gohar, the land of his birth, he realizes that not only is Anzor using the Manzakars to persecute the nomads, but it’s also exploiting the Gohari by enslaving them and stealing their magic—the Essence—to be the most powerful kingdom on the Continent.
This exclusive special edition includes:
⚜️ Foiling
⚜️ Sprayed Edges
⚜️ Interior Artwork
⚜️ Satin Ribbon Bookmark
What readers are saying…
⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ “The story immediately hooked me in and I found myself really caring for the characters. The slave system was fascinating and I loved the world. Lots of LGBT rep and some lovely romance mixed in made it such an enjoyable read. There were dark bits but the author made sure it was at a distance so not too dark. I read this book in a day that's all I need to say and I can't wait for the next in the series.” ~ Reviewer
⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ “The main characters are well-written with so much soul and personality, upping the stakes and emotional aspects especially when the action gets tense.” ~ Reviewer
⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ “The differences between the Anzori and Gohari people felt very real. I was captivated by the characters.” ~ Reviewer
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✅ Political Intrigue
✅ Reluctant Hero
✅ Queer Characters
✅ Epic Battles
✅ Multi POV
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Look Inside Ch. 1
Look Inside Ch. 1
The sun was bright that day, but a black cloud of fear hung over Tikran’s head, blotting out the light. His left hand clutched Wig, his tattered stuffed rabbit, while his right gripped his father’s tightly. They left their horses tied to a hitching post and approached the center of the town more quickly than Tikran wanted. He tried to hang back, but Da tugged his arm gently, coaxing him along. Tikran had never been in a town. He peered about in amazement at the structures—with thatched roofs and mud walls that were clearly not meant to be packed up and carried around—lining the well-worn road that wound between them. A wood fort loomed in the center of the garrison settlement, bearing the bright blue flag of Anzor. Soldiers watched from the tower, their lances and pointed helmets gleaming. There were children as well, laughing and tossing balls, who stopped to stare as Tikran and his father walked by. The smell of roasting meat and rising bread filled his nostrils, making his stomach growl loudly.
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