MIJIN MAGE Book 1

About this Novel

The object of devotion stretched the hours of the day,The object of veneration grew in size and radiance,In the realm where men's fathers stand,White in purity of intentions,A heart as pure as snow, a steed as white,A monolithic pillar, challenging all who approach and causing their fall,Perils akin to that of intoxication,"Peace be upon you, peace be upon you,"Lapiya, the regal scion, the grandson of kings! Danger lurks ahead where you reside,Even if you challenge all, defeat shall befall you! Aganka, the prince in waiting, the heir apparent, venture to Lapia and Lapia... All other calls pale before his summons. Should you vow as a Jew,Some would rather wield leather whips,Here, Nan babo's visage, a symbol of mirth or convalescence.(Even when my eyes beheld the chaos, and the woman who chose the whip that I snapped – despite Nimah being a soldier's sibling).