Alex Savage. Action haremlit author of The Ravenwick Chronicle, The WarMage of Arkley, The Hambledon Free Company, and Hell’s Half-Acre.

Undercover Archmage

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The students think he’s a master Battle Mage. He’s really just a master of the 9mm. On the run from a government hit squad, he takes cover as Professor of Defensive Magics at Ravenwick Academy — where it turns out he’s a Null. Magic-immune. A void in the spectrum. Invisible to the wards. A beacon to the women. They have fireballs. He has a Glock. Welcome to the top of the food chain.

Want stakes that move at school-run speed? Try The WarMage of Arkley — a System-interface apocalypse with marshmallows.

Hell’s Half-Acre

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Gray Dunn was a repo man until he wasn’t, and now he’s the seventh sheriff of Pleasant Bottom, a dying town built round a hellmouth. The town’s behind on what it owes, the Tallyman’s coming Thursday, and his deputy dug the graves for the last six men to hold the badge. So at least she knows the routine.

What Gray’s got is a badge with some odd powers, a dead man’s shotgun, and three women in town willing to underwrite him. His deputy. The woman who runs the diner and carries a scar off the last Tallyman that blew through. And a necromancer out at the strip mall, who’s been sitting on the lid of the thing since 1963, back when the town last paid her in casserole.

Prefer your overpowered man hiding in plain sight? Undercover Archmage swaps the badge for a 9mm and a class of grad-student glass cannons.

The WarMage of Arkley

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After years on the run across the multiverse, all he wanted was the school run, hot chocolate piled high with marshmallows, and a few high-stakes games of Keepy Uppy with his daughter Edie. Then the backyard sprouted a dimensional tear. Now there’s a System interface telling him to bring the sky-burning thunder, Abyssal monsters interrupting playtime, and two complicated neighbours taking a pointed interest in the single dad next door. It’s all a bit of a hassle, to be honest.

Prefer your action with tradecraft? Undercover Archmage swaps the dimensional tear for a 9mm and a class of grad-student glass cannons.

Chirurgeon

One second I had my hands inside a dying man in a Pittsburgh trauma bay. The next, the patient was a woman, the wound was a halberd through the thigh and the bracer on my wrist told me the save had just leveled my Triage to two.

Like your overpowered heroes hiding in plain sight? Undercover Archmage trades the trauma bay for a 9mm and a class of glass cannons; The WarMage of Arkley does it on a school-run timetable.