Practical Phrendonics: (2 The Dreamweaver Chronicles)

A clever woman from a powerful family with a score to settle, A kindly monsignor, intent on redressing his father's sins, A strong-willed college student determined to become the school's first female professor, A dark stranger who specializes in forbidden secrets, A dying prelate, desperate to cement his legacy, A powder keg of lies wrapped in a finely woven tapestry of magic and intrigue.Verone Nevinander, spinster scion of one of city-state Trifienne's influential houses, isn't above exploiting others' secrets to suit her purposes. And from her nefarious intrigues, no one is safe - not professors, not rival houses, not even the Crown itself. Caught in the crossfire, brilliant and headstrong student Dona Merinne is hellbent on getting to the bottom of the odd spate of recent magical - and therefore heretical - events, but her initial investigations reveal only deeper mysteries. Worse still, her interference attracts the attention of powerful foes whose machinations threaten everything she holds dear. Welcome to the Heiromancer trilogy, a complex, richly detailed magical adventure. Since the Heiromancer trilogy within the Dreamweaver Chronicles (which includes Practical Phrendonics, A House of Cards, and Hanged Man's Gambit) makes up a single story, those books should be experienced in that order. The Demon of Histlewick Downs and Shady Fortunes are both complementary standalone novels designed to further immerse readers in the action-packed world.

About the Author :
When Doug Bornemann was a boy, his mother would faithfully trundle her three sons into the family's candy-apple red Ford Galaxy 500 for bimonthly excursions from their home in rural Stockbridge to the Chilton public library-a tiny one-room affair tucked away in one of those solid brick public-service buildings so ubiquitous in small towns. To a more sophisticated observer, it might have appeared insignificant, institutional, perhaps even a bit dingy, but to a lad who didn't know any better, it was a room of hidden wonders and magic places, of unimaginable lives and exotic universes. Among its treasures-dog-eared copies of Charles Schulz's Peanuts, Roald Dahl's Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, and musty copies of James Blish's Star Trek novels, in hard cover. With his little pink card, he solved mysteries with the Hardy Boys and Jupiter Jones, took flight with Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, and wept for Margot when she missed her moment in the sun. He even learned to grok (or at least he imagined he did). Those seemingly innocent trips seduced him into becoming a reader, which had inevitable and profound repercussions on the rest of his life. His love of words propelled him through college, law school, and a doctorate in biology. In retrospect, he suspects that quite possibly may have been his mother's plan all along. Through his writing, he hopes someday to reach another young mind, and eventually, maybe even help to make a mother proud.