Deadly Wands: (Genghis Khan with wands that enable flight)

"Ambitious story!" "Enchanting!" "A fantastic adventure!" "Superb!" "Great historical fantasy!" "Unique plot." "Incredible journey!" "Creative and fun!" NOT FOR KIDS. This is a guy’s book, a dark revenge story with sex and violence played out during a brutal world war during the Dark Ages with warriors battling in the air using wands that enable flight. It’s more Game of Thrones than Harry Potter, as unhappy reviewers keep comparing it to.

An orphan boy with great powers grows up in the Dark Ages during a brutal 300-year world war fought with wands that shoot fireballs and enable flight. Genghis Khan and his Mongol hordes have conquered half the world and battle for the rest. The war has already cost Billy his parents, but now he must lead an elite air force to kill the genocidal monster who slaughtered his family.

EXERPTS: The two eyed each other warily, their fingers twitching. Billy hadn’t felt this alive since he lost his virginity. The emperor was famous for his fast draw. Speed kills, said the old mantra, because whoever fired first forced the opponent to concede the initiative. Duels, battles, and wars were won by those who shaped events, not by those forced to respond.

The beautiful blond placed her old wands in her boots and propelled herself a meter in the air. Yelling, she flung her arms wide as angry flames erupted five meters out of each hand wand.

With more itches than scratches, Billy spied Princess above him, bellowing commands, hurling threats, and snarling challenges to friend and foe. She danced in the air past fireballs, highlighting her against the dark sky. Pressure gusts made her long black hair look like a caged beast fighting for freedom. She could pass for an angel, radiating command. With the enemy fleeing, Princess owned the sky like a boss.

The Khan governed two-thirds of the world’s population and three-quarters of its wealth. Genghis argued lasting peace required one government ruling everyone. While critics equated the Empire with institutionalized slaughter, the Mongols said every conquest brought them closer to world peace. The hordes routinely sacked cities, killing everyone within, so they had to justify their brutality somehow.

Billy blanched as a thousand fireballs merged to monopolize the otherwise dark sky. A square kilometer wall of fire flew up at him, turning night into nightmare. An air current even gave it a beautiful curl like a blanket tossed over a bed. Because of the distance, the Mongol fireballs expanded to fuse together like a giant yellow wall in the sky.

She turned so he could not miss her burnt face. “Scars make men look better and women look worse. Men with scars look like heroes while women with scars look like victims.”

His hands hovered over the twin wands in his belt. He drew but looked shocked when wands magically poked out of the Red Baron’s sleeves, shooting the largest, hottest, and fastest fireballs he had ever seen -- quite beautiful, actually, bright yellow with streaks of red dancing inside them.

He sighed deeply, like an old man who must get out of bed again to pee. “Nobody has ever had a wand addiction half as powerful as mine, yet super-quads die when they stop juicing. So I must kill or die.

Just because we risk our lives doesn't mean we have to do it for free," he said to great cheers. “The difference between rebels and revolutionaries is success. Follow me and we’ll end this insurrection tonight.” The crowd roared, eager to pump themselves up before killing a bunch of strangers.